‘Did I… die?!’

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Year 2026, June 1st, the revolutionary video game, Warstar made its debut.

Perfectly coded with revolutionary graphics, a perfect RPG setting, and a rich world where players could choose from 5 main classes, either of a Blademaster, Mage, Mechanic, Combat Mage, and Psychics, it took the world by storm.

The rise of God-level players made the game’s popularity even more explosive, turning it into full-time jobs for pro players.

Noah Harrington was a God-level player, the player who received the exalted nickname as the Godfather of Warstar. But even God-level players get old.

Noah was not just your avid gamer, he was one who reveled in the competitive spirit of the game, the stakes, and most importantly, the euphoria of winning an elite end-to-end game. 

He was a warrior, a warmonger, but he was getting slowed down by age and so he was chosen by a mysterious power to be transported inside the game.

When an expert pro player of a revolutionary video game suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside the game with unprecedented SSS-Ranked unique skills, what does he do?

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(Congratulations young warmonger! You have completed the requirements to become a true Warstar!)

(You will be transported inside the game in 5 seconds!)

(00:00:05)

(00:00:04)

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Noah’s life and career was suddenly turned upside down but he embraced it. ‘This is an opportunity, and I’ll take it!’

‘I’ll be King again!’

Watch Noah blaze a record-breaking path to the peak of Warstar with his new reincarnated avatar, Lord Doom.

[Paladin Avatar, Crimson Saint has logged into the game!]


[Paladin Avatar, Dain Ironvalor has logged into the game!]


[Elementalist Avatar, Captain Batman has logged into the game!]


[Blademaster Avatar, Reckless Storm has logged into the game!]


The sun was still rising over Miami when the makeshift gaming booth inside Echelon's villa flared to life.


LED strips bathed the room in ambient blue, towering curved monitors hummed softly, while cables were tucked neatly. Drinks and snacks lined the side counters like provisions for a long voyage.


It wasn't a gaming booth anymore. It was a command center.


A war table. A digital throne room for returning kings. Well, if shameless old friends could be called returning kings.


The all-star squad was assembled, a motley mix of Echelon veterans and ex legends of the English Pro Alliance now part of the larger family.


Chapter 191 - Holiday [3]