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Realm of Myths and Legends

Jin, a hardcore gamer who still lives with his mom at the age of 24. He could never hold down a steady job since graduating, his girlfriend since high school dumped him for his best friend and he's constantly getting beat up by a group of local gang members. His dad left him and his mom when he became rich from the lottery and got a new family, one free of debt and burdens as he called it. His mom works 3 jobs to keep everything from falling apart, except for herself slowly. One day on his way home with the very first and new fully immersive VRMMORPG called Realm of Myths and Legends or RML for short, he died from a hit and run car accident. RML was advertised as the worlds first fully immersive VRMMORPG, allowing for players with skill sets in the real world, like sword training, martial arts, archery or reaction time, to benefit in the game itself! Though Jin died and at that moment a soul from another world crossed over into his body and inherited his memories. The man known as Izroth once hailed as the greatest cultivator in the seven realms, soul reincarnates into the modern world year 20xx in the body of Jin. "What are all these strange memories flowing into my mind..? I've been to all seven realms and have never seen one like this. Earth is it?" "M-My cultivation..! It's back to nothing! This body is so weak and spiritual essence here is scarce. But my soul strength is untainted." "I'll make right all the wrongs that have been done to you, your revenge shall come." "It's called a video game? I'll play it! Since you've given me this body even though it wasn't planned, I'll accomplish your goal of becoming #1." "So sects here are called guilds... I'll make the strongest one there is!" "Ha? World greatest gamer? Don't think you can bully me and not pay the price!" Action, Adventure, Betrayals, Romance, Revenge. Join Izroth on his journey to become the #1 player and create the #1 guild in RML! ----------------------------------------- Check out and support their work! Lots of great artwork! Discord: https://discord.gg/W6N9MZk Contact Me: DaoistZenFeng@gmail.com

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The 9th Division's Test, Playing The Odds

Izroth carefully controlled his Soul Pressure as he casually walked up near the head of the group.

The next moment, he unsheathed his Sword of The Storm and, with a single stroke, carved a sword mark several meters in length at his feet.

He repeated this process three times until there were a total of four sword marks on the ground—each approximately five meters apart.

When Izroth finished making the last sword mark, he returned to standing in front of Niflheim and Menerva.

"I will give everyone here an opportunity to prove themselves, but first..." Izroth said as he released his Soul Pressure over the crowd.

The moment Izroth released his Soul Pressure, the majority of those present gasped for air as they struggled to catch their breath.

It was the first time many of them had experienced such terrifying pressure. Not to mention, there was no forewarning whatsoever.

Needless to say, they were completely unprepared.