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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

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Receiving the Rewards

The sky was now of an orange-red hue as the evening was slowly setting in, the plains now filled with crowds of individuals headed back their long day's quest. Amongst these individuals were those who branched off to grind against the surrounding mobs while others continued about their business.

Nero was also within this group; he casually bypassed the crowds as he occasionally sends a chop towards any nearby monsters that lurked about the open fields.

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Ding!

[Monster is too weak, no EXP gained.]

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Nero clicked his teeth at this as he put away his scythe while inwardly complaining, 'So he was right, Inferior Grade monsters no matter their levels won't even give a tiny amount of EXP if you 've already surpassed their levels.'

As Nero thought to himself, he shook his head before focusing on the scene before him, staring beyond the vast open plains where the woods that led to Winfrey was nearing.