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Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

Nero Valstine was a Level 799 Master Rank Digitizer in his previous life, titled as the Silver Death God who was feared across a mysterious VR World. He had been on a special Digital Quest hinting towards the revelation of the final treasure sought by many, a treasure that can grant any of its wielders wildest dreams. Moments away from accomplishing this task, a famed figure appeared and ended his hopes, giving him a fatal blow before stealing the artifact. Nero, who died with regret, and endless rage was sent into the cycle of rebirth to start over anew, can he achieve his greatest wish and desires once more? Or does fate has other plans? ____ Note: Ypu can find out more details of the 'rewritten brand new version' of this novel in the final chapter's Author Thoughts. Or visit my Patreon, Twitter, and other socials to ask me questions, do take care now. ____ Author Contact: ____ https://twitter.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.patreon.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.instagram.com/shadowsfinger/ https://www.facebook.com/shadowsfinger ===Subscribe to my Mailing Lists==== https://www.subscribepage.com/shadowsfinger_copy

ShadowsFinger · Games
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Hersa’s Invitation, A Mother’s Worry

A new day rose within the City of Rambruck, bringing a cool warmness that washed away the cold night. Nero had already woken up and had entered the kitchen on this bright new Saturday, one of the best days of the week in his opinion, until recent years.

There was a time when Nero used to enjoy his weekends as it was the only moment he had to spend as much time as he could with his mother. However, ever since he had to mind the house and take care of her, his job at the Paradise Palace had taken up those pleasures.

Nevertheless, Nero was feeling joyful today as he no longer needed to work in that low paying and deadbeat job.

"They are the prey and we are the hunters!"🎵

Nero sang as he hummed a tune from a song he heard from his mother's old laptop, he didn't even know what it was called or where it came from, he only knew it was rather old.

As Nero made some special oats with a banana mixed within and sweeteners, he placed two bowls on the table and hurried to his mother's room.