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 In the middle of a vast plain, a single, well-travelled dirt road led to a tower. The tower was circular and made wholly of a dark gray stone, and it stood hundreds, if not a thousand feet tall. Stained glass windows dotted its side at points. Its walls were inscribed, giving the stark gray building depth it otherwise lacked. If one were to stare for a while, they could see faint trails of light dancing along the engravings. They were the dim afterglow of enchantments that kept such a piece of architecture standing.
 On one of the floors in the middle of the colossal structure, a set of gray eyes stared out the stained-glass window, peering at the sun. Or rather, the suns—dual balls of fire stood high in the sky, partially shielded by clouds. One star was white, the other orange. The white star was the smaller of the two.
 The owner of the gray eyes was a remarkably tall man with wavy obsidian-color hair. He sat cross-legged at a window-side table, a bronze hand mirror hanging loosely from his idle hand. He wore drab gray robes that looked to be made of burlap. An owl had been sewn onto the shoulders of his garments. The robes covered his figure well, but his pale bony fingers and gaunt face betrayed a skinny physique. Despite his gauntness, though, he was quite handsome.
 The man’s name was Argrave. Staring at these two suns in the sky, he was rather confident he had gone through the five stages of grief in the past few hours: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and then acceptance.
 The subject of his grief was himself—or rather, his past life.
 Argrave’s first reaction, denial, could perhaps be considered ordinary when awakening in a body wholly unfamiliar to him. These long, skinny legs and these harsh, steely eyes must have been the result of an overactive subconscious, he was sure. Alternate realities were merely theories without evidence. This ‘transmigration’ must be a fever dream induced by… well, fever, naturally.
 But reality refused to change, and he was forced to confront a fact; he had transmigrated into a game, namely, ‘Heroes of Berendar.’
 In the ‘anger’ phase of grief, Argrave stewed over what he had left. He was just a college student—a college student midway through his studies, at that. His life was just beginning. Now, he was here? He was in a miserable world where most of the cities lack basic sanitation?
 But Argrave had always been a calm person in his past life, and his anger faded quickly.
 Argrave third tried to bargain in his process of grief. He pleaded to whatever existence had taken him here to take him back—or better yet, to give him a different character. Why had he transmigrated into this game, ‘Heroes of Berendar?’ Why had he transmigrated into Argrave of Vasquer, a person all but universally reviled? Argrave of Vasquer was a bastard of the royal family, not some noble scion. He was but a minor NPC in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ and one who met a very unpleasant end regardless of the player’s interference.
 But Argrave’s pleas went unanswered, and his situation did not change.
 Argrave fourth sank into the most infamous stage of grief: depression. He had gone from a college student to a miserable, sickly, and altogether worthless villain. Many people felt a good degree of ill-will towards him. The fact that it was his favorite game did little to curb his mental anguish. Even if he wished to enjoy the world of ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ he would need to navigate away from the thousand pitfalls Argrave had by his feet.
 To his fortune, the worst of the five stages came and went quickly.
 Argrave fifth entered a tranquil acceptance. This was his life. He was in a bad position, sure, but in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ his future prospects were limitless. That could be said for everyone, of course, but having those prospects and knowing how to use them was different. Argrave knew more about this world than most of its denizens, after all.
 Some would call Argrave in his former life a ‘lore master,’ or perhaps a ‘master of esoteric knowledge.’ Most preferred the term, ‘weird nerd that fills out game wikis.’ Some people had to be martyrs, delving through the game for thousands of hours to fill out wiki articles that future players would use. Argrave was one such underappreciated saint. He was the primary contributor to the ‘Heroes of Berendar’ wiki.
 One might think this extensive knowledge would reassure Argrave. Instead, it only served as fuel for his dread.
 A game, especially an open-world action RPG like ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ used conflict to make players have fun. ‘Heroes of Berendar’ was fun, indeed; it had great wars, foul monsters, ancient calamities and gods, and other such ‘fun’ gameplay. The game was a grim gothic fantasy.
 Yet another detail bothered Argrave more. The game had nine pre-made characters to select from, each with varying styles. One could make a custom character, too. Their personalities were all different, as were the paths they took to confront the final boss, Gerechtigkeit. Only one thing remained consistent, no matter which of them the player selected.
 Argrave lifted the bronze hand mirror on the table. He didn’t see his gray eyes looking back at him. Instead, a familiar sight greeted him.
 Traits: [Tall], [Sickly], [Weak], [Intelligent], [Magic Affinity (High)]
 Skills: [Elemental Magic (D)], [Blood Magic (D)], [Healing Magic (D)], [Illusion Magic (D)], [Inscription (E)], [Imbuing (E)],
 The bronze hand mirror was how the player viewed their stats. So much had been ripped away; he could not see his attributes, for instance, nor his health and fatigue. The menu had been stripped of all but the basics.
 This simple mirror was the heaviest thing Argrave had ever held. Without fail, this little mirror followed the player through every second of ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ It was a companion to importance, a symbol, unwittingly, to duty. The player decided the fate of many things in the continent of Berendar, through their action or inaction. Invasions, civil wars, plagues, monster incursions, and above all, looming like a guillotine, the ancient calamity Gerechtigkeit.
 The player decided how this world would end up. And the player always had the very bronze hand mirror Argrave held.
 His grip tightened around the hand mirror. Suddenly, he threw it aside. It bounced against the wall, ringing quietly, and then slid across the floor while spinning. He watched it as it spun, twirling wildly about like some twisted game of ‘spin the bottle.’ It stopped pointing at Argrave’s bed.
 Argrave leaned against the table, kneading his forehead as he stared at the mirror. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.
 “Throwing tantrums like I’m a child. What is this?” He stood from the chair and walked over to pick up the mirror. He picked it up, and then walked to the bed where he cleaned it off with the white bedsheet. He gazed at the simple menu in the mirror, walking to the window where the dual suns still stood outside. He could remember those traits and skills displayed on the menu by heart. He had written many of their articles on the wiki.
 Argrave sighed and sat on the windowsill. The former Argrave was not untalented. [Intelligent] was a very good trait: it increased all skill gains by 25%. It was worse than [Quick] or [Genius], but such traits were rarer than rare, and no original main character possessed it. What’s more, a High in [Magic Affinity] was a godsend for a mage character. These extreme blessings were combated by the [Weak] and [Sickly] traits. [Weak] was fixable if he exercised and ate properly. [Sickly] made doing so impossible. That trait could not be removed by ordinary means. He would never be a warrior—not for a long, long time, at least.
 Fortunately, Argrave had no intention of being a warrior. He disliked touching people, and doubly so touching blood. The path of magic suited him.
 “Jesus Christ. I’m considering things. I guess this is really happening.” He lowered the mirror and stared outside. “Player one’s inserting his coin. He’s getting ready for a flawless, deathless playthrough.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. A half-laugh, half-scoff came from his lips. “Who am I kidding? I’m Valhalla-bound at the speed of sound.”
 Argrave looked at the hand mirror once more. He studied the handle, the back of it. Then, his hand clenched again—this time, not to throw, but to hold tight.
 “I have to go forward. If I do nothing… everything will fall apart.” Argrave smiled at the mirror, though there was no reflection. “Who knows? Maybe there’s a third ‘continue.’ Can’t imagine I’ll have a heavier burden the third go of things.”
 When Argrave stood this time, he did so with a vigor he lacked previously. He looked around his room, genuinely taking in his surroundings for the first time. Between this stuffy robe and the books and papers strewn all about, Argrave could confidently deduce that, at present, he was still an Acolyte in the Order of the Gray Owl—in other terms, he was still in training to become a full-fledged Wizard of the Order.
 Argrave of Vasquer was a Wizard from the game’s beginning, meaning the game had not begun yet. If that was the case, his list of enemies would not be so large. In particular, Argrave had not irreparably damaged his relationship with one of the nine playable characters, Nikoletta of Monticci. An Acolyte had to submit a thesis to graduate from an Acolyte to a Wizard, and Argrave had possession of Nikoletta’s as part of the royal family’s conspiracy. Think about that later, Argrave dismissed.
 Argrave found a pair of black gloves in the drawer and pulled them on. There was a symbol on the back of the gloves—a golden snake curling around a sword. It was the symbol of House Vasquer, the royal family. Argrave was a bastard of that family.
 “It’s like a cursed mark,” Argrave commented. “I think my family is the most likely to kill me.”
 I need information, Argrave reflected. I need to find out how much time I have to plan, and I need to get my bearings. I need to assess the situation and proceed calmly. A well-formed plan is the foundation to success. The one who loses makes but few calculations beforehand.
 With a clear direction in his head, Argrave looked around the room once more. Papers were strewn everywhere, books and food were laid about without any regard, and nothing was in order.
 “First, I should clean. Will help me think, plan,” Argrave muttered. “And then… I act.”
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 The royal bastard of House Vasquer, Argrave, changed after his stay studying magic at the Tower of the Gray Owl. The sickly man's awkward posture and cruel behavior have been replaced with a neat dignity and acerbic wit. Though once listless, he now strives towards his goals with a life-or-death tenacity. Most come away thinking he seems to know too many details about too much. Few can claim to know his motives or his goals.
 Yet behind that confident appearance, the primary contributor for an open-world RPG's wiki battles existential dread and things far beyond his ken as he struggles to adapt to a grim, gothic fantasy world mirroring his favorite game. The prospect of fighting against a world-ending calamity loses all of its appeal when it transitions from entertainment to reality. Argrave is spurred towards unwanted heroism to preserve his life as he struggles desperately to keep this sinking ship afloat.
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 Aoki’s resolute face was indifferent. “If the sun doesn’t shine on me, please let me be surrounded by darkness!” 
 From a different perspective, look at the entire Pokemons world.
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 All human beings enter the battlefield for survival of all races.
 You can extract a talent and choose a career to survive!
 Chen Yi obtained the only talent of ex-level [Infinite Plunder]!
 You can plunder talent and multiply it a hundred times!
 "Congratulations, you killed the "Angel of Light" and successfully plundered the talent [Angel Body]!"
 "[Angel's Body] has been increased by a hundred times, congratulations on obtaining the talent [Holy Body]!"
 "Congratulations, beheaded the "God of the Old Days" and successfully plundered the talent [Source of Pollution]."
 "[Source of Pollution] has been increased by a hundred times, congratulations on obtaining the talent [Source of All Evil]!"
 "Congratulations, beheading the "Master of Time and Space" and successfully plundering the talent [Control Time and Space]!"
 "[Controlling Time and Space] a hundredfold increase, congratulations on obtaining the talent [Omniscient and Omniscient]!"
 Ten Thousand Clan Powerhouse: This guy is definitely on the hook, otherwise why is he so strong!
 Chen Yi: I'm just a talent, a million points more than you...
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 He made a lot of trouble in the Westward Journey World, and broke into the eighteenth hell of the underworld alone, and the Great Leiyin Temple in the west was also destroyed because of him!
 
 He overthrew the heavenly court, destroyed the list of gods, sealed the demon with a gold list, and established the demon court of eternity!
 
 The demon master Kunpeng is his mount, and Monkey King and the six-eared macaque are his subordinates!
 
 The female ghost Nie Xiaoqian, Nuwa, Guanyin, and Queen Mother are all his confidantes.
 
 All saints tremble when they see him!
 
 He is Qin Ming, who has become a unique demon sovereign of the Ten Thousand Realms by virtue of the Dao system!
 
 Where the demon emperor is, worship from all realms!
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 Traveling through different worlds – this is unscientific! 
 Get cheats – it’s science! 
 … 
 This is a simple story. An ordinary person lives in a different world, farming and raising flowers, studying unscientific science in his free time. 
 until the end.
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 In the world of Blue Star, ferocious beasts are raging. Everyone can awaken their superpowers and have the opportunity to become a strong and powerful person! 
 ﻿However, Xu Jingming who traveled through time only had E-level powers. 
  Fortunately, the Deep Blue System appeared, and the E-level weak electricity ability was upgraded to the S-level Purple Sky Divine Thunder! 
 Not only that, every time he kills a ferocious beast, he can gain ability points. 
  Consume power points to upgrade your level and strengthen your skills. 
  "Dark Blue, give me some more!" 
  Pability points -1000, level up! Second level superpower! 
  Pability points -1,000,000, Zixiao Divine Thunder evolves! SSS level Chaos God Thunder! 
   … 
  Thus, a legend belonging to Xu Jingming was left on Blue Star. 
 ﻿﻿Tianjiao: "In front of him, I don't deserve to be called Tianjiao at all." 
 ﻿Tutor: "From artistic conception to domain to law, the speed at which his abilities advance is terrifying!" 
   Goddess: "So what if I'm cold and aloof, and I'm in love with the country? In the end, I have to kneel down..."
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 (Character Guarantee, Three Million Old Book One Piece: The Evil General) I was bitten by a zombie, which doesn’t seem to be a bad thing. 
 Because after being bitten, not only did I not turn into a zombie, but the zombies would no longer attack me. 
 While people were struggling to survive being chased by zombies, I was walking freely among the zombies. 
 While people were fighting each other for a piece of bread, I had already collected a large amount of supplies and raised an army. 
 When people were besieged by zombies and reluctantly established camps, I had become the overlord of one party! 
 (Shuangwen is unsystematic and dark, that’s probably it!)
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 It is common knowledge that there are five of the four colleges at Hogwarts. 
 So it’s not that weird to be in Azkaban at the start, right?
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 In a parallel world, alien beasts are rampant, and I can become stronger just by signing in.
 Bai Chen, who was originally weak and timid, relied on the system to become the strongest person step by step.
 Others need to practice hard, others do not have good martial arts skills.
 I just have to take my time and sign in.
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 When he woke up, Jiang Chen found that he was reborn and returned to the day before the world came to the "online game world".
 So, using the knowledge of rebirth, Jiang Chen downloaded "Online Game World" one day in advance, and sold his property, and recharged 100 million, because after the world came to the online game world, the recharge option will be closed, and then Jiang Chen obtained 10 billion magic crystals.
 In the online game world, hundreds of magic crystals can only be obtained by completing tasks equivalent to epic levels, and Jiang Chen starts with 10 billion magic crystals.
 "Ding, do you want to spend 10 magic crystals to complete the current task with one click?"
 "Ding, do you want to spend 20 magic crystals to reopen the golden treasure chest, or spend 100 magic crystals to get the best prize directly?"
 "Ding, this weapon strengthening failed, but since you spent 50 magic crystals, the equipment will not be damaged and the level will not be lost."
 "Ding, do you want to spend 100 magic crystals to upgrade the novice gift package to the advanced novice gift package?"
 In the online game world, I am the king!
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 The apocalypse is coming, and roommates offer sacrifices to heaven. 
 When the fog falls, the Book of Blood Spirit appears in the hands of all survivors, and only the contracted monsters can survive. 
 Su Han turned his attention to the mutated and twisted roommate next door, and silently took out a shiny fruit knife... 
 The ferocious flesh corpse, the giant spider with cracks, the eyeball covering the city, the palm monster with one eye and sharp teeth... 
 Civilization has fallen, cities are broken, and all humans have become meat in the mouths of monsters. If you want to survive, there is only one way: 
 Use monsters against monsters
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 Alister Wright was one day unexpectedly transmigrated into a world of modern fantasy. A world where people could use superpowers, like in those novels he used to read. But it wasn't a dream come true as one might expect it to be, it was a nightmare.
 In this new world, dimensional gates descended, and monsters waged war against the human race, To make matters worse, in such a dangerous world, Alister was transmigrated into the body of a nobody with no talents and supernatural powers.
 Not just a trash, but the trashiest of them all known to the world after breaking the world record of awakening a 0-star talent! Receiving the scorn and mockery of the world, it was a despairing situation for him. Nonetheless, he persevered and didn't give up.
 But when all hope was lost and there was no salvation in sight, A miracle happened and Alister finally awakened his golden finger.
 [The World Travel Simulator is online]
 "Finally!"
 The World Travel Simulator System, a cheat system that could simulate another real world, creating a temporary replica of everything like a mirror world where Alister could travel to and explore freely.
 It was like another life, and to top it all off, the greater his achievements in that world, the greater he would be scored by the simulator system.
 Kill some mobs, it was F- grade.
 But... Uncovering the mastermind or defeating the strongest, it was a guaranteed S-grade! Depending on his grade, he could inherit the power, talent, knowledge, and experience he had in the simulation.
 [If the host can get S-grade in the simulation world, it will become permanent and the host can transmigrate into that world by performing a full-dive realistic simulation but with the risk of true death.]
 "But what if I get another S-grade score in that world during the realistic simulation?"
 [After obtaining another S-grade simulation score, the host can obtain the ownership of that world and become a World God!]
 "WTF? ARE YOU SERIOUS?... This... This is... AWESOME!!!!"
 "Hahahaha" Alister laughed manically.
 "So what if you're the strongest? What if you can kill me? Heh! I'll keep on simulating. I'll keep on returning back until I defeat you!"
 "I will fight with you countless times in that simulation, know every future, and come back to kill you and give you the worst possible death... Mark my words... GOD!"
 A transmigrator, system user, and even a regressor. With those identities of his, Alister vowed to become the strongest!
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 Traveling through the world of job change for all people, games and reality are blended, wild beasts are rampant, and above the sky, gods look down on all living beings!
 Humans can awaken various occupations to kill monsters and upgrade.
 Su Han changed his job to become a summoner?
 Awakening the only talent: Conferred God List!
 It can control all the divine beings in the mythology of the previous life.
 The end point of a summoner is to summon the gods above the sky, and finally become a slave of the gods?
 "Today, fulfill the destiny! I will end future enemies and open a way for future generations!"
 [Xuan: The third prince of Honglian, burn the sky! 】
 [The last general, order! 】
 "Ao Lai Wu, the fragrance of flowers and fruits, Dinghai is a stick of ten thousand demons."
 "Over the East Sea, in the water curtain, Qi Tian is bent over Gao Xian."
 【Xuan: Monkey King...】
 ————
 A hole in the sky opened, countless god-level monsters were about to descend into the world, and the human race was desperate and wiped out overnight.
 Su Han stands alone on the top of the Nine Heavens.
 "Kowtow to the sage of the Qing Dynasty, the leader of Tongtian religion."
 "I would like to ask the master Wuxian Kongchuan to come to this world, and the disciples salute Yunfan and bow in fear."
 "Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, the first killing formation, Zhuxian Sword Formation, come out!"
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Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 1: Valhalla-Bound at the Speed of Sound

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