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Level 1 to Apex: My Monster Templates Defy Reality!

Veyne came from the life of sewer rats. The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left. Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself. Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all. Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost. Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death. But the universe wasn’t done with him yet. Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall. One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch. A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted. In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it. This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief. This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate. No emotional ties. No second chances. The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way. He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased. Not this time. This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.
Champsing · 4.2K Views

The Dawson Reports

Before I sit down and spend countless hours of my time writing this, I want to preface it by saying: this is all pointless. This whole report seems a little unnecessary, I mean I lived it all once, I don’t really want to have to live it again. I guess I owe them all though, don’t I. The office asked me to write this piece and I suppose they were bargaining for the angle of disbelief, a story so erratic and irregular in nature that no one could get their head around it. The whole thing barely makes sense to me in places and I had the privilege of witnessing it all first hand. This work will not only lose me my job, but will dash any work I write in the future through the mud and destroy my name and credibility as a reporter. They know this, they want me off their hands because they think I’m insane. Quite truthfully I don’t blame them I would have read a piece like this back in the day and laughed – Dawson’s finally gone nuts they’ll say – it was only a matter of time. The pressure, it must have finally got to him. The pressure never got to me, I was cool headed and down to earth throughout my entire experience. You want proof of that? I’m standing here in front of you alive and well. That’s all the proof you’ll ever need, and also all you’ll ever get, because this case isn’t going to be one of those long unsolved mysteries that goes down in the ages. No, no, no this case will be one of the ones laid to rest in the archive where the other graves of stories milked to their final usage go. This whole tale is too far fetched to grasp any serious public interest and therefore wont survive. As for me, well if I don’t end up in a psych ward then I’ll be considered lucky. Poor ol’ Dawson, old before his time, at least I get to grow old. If you take the time to read this I thank you, maybe putting it down into words one last time will help me finally make some sense of it. If you’re thinking I’m crazy I’m not – trust me on that one. That being said, it’s all a bit futile really – not as if anyone will believe me anyway.
madichii · 1.4K Views
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