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God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

[Ding! You have extracted the Dragon Empress’s unborn child. Do you wish to claim it as a pet?] [Ding! You have extracted all the impurities from the Starlight Sword. Its rank has been upgraded from Epic to Legendary!] [Ding! You have extracted the skill: Lightning Judgment Lv100.] [Ding! You have extracted the unique Class Blood warlock!] … After dying at the hands of the God of Destruction, Gabriel found himself in the body of an insignificant character in the game Realm of Ascendancy, before its launch and convergence with reality. Witnessing the world being obliterated before his eyes, along with his friends and family, Gabriel swore to make a difference in this timeline. Armed with the God-tier Extraction Talent, follow him as he uses his knowledge of the game’s future to manipulate both NPCs and players, turning them into powerful lackeys who will lay down their lives for him without hesitation. And all he needed to do was fulfill the unique condition set by the mysterious goddess who granted him a second chance. “The skills of those you kill? Yours.” “Their strength, their talent, their souls? Yours.” “Their loot? Yours.” “Their class? Yours!” “The resources of the universe? Yours!” “Their experience points? Yours!” “You will devour the power of the strong and rise beyond the heavens.” “Kill, KILL, KILL, KILL! Kill everything that blocks your path—monsters, humans, gods, whatever! Slaughter them and extract!!”
MidnightWolfe · 1.9m Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1.5m Views