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VRMMORPG: Dragomancer Reborn

Arthur Grey was one of the many poor souls doomed to forever do menial dead end jobs. That was until, the rise of a new Virtual reality game Morpheus Online. It was a technological revolution that ushered in a new age for the world. One didn’t need to be educated! One didn’t need to go to college! All could simply strive to gain fortune in Morpheus Online and become rich! Arthur of course joined in on the opportunity presented and did his best to reap a fortune for himself. Unfortunately things didn’t go well for him and one day he perished in an earthquake. Miraculously though, fate had a different plan. Arthur found himself back in his 18 year old self! He had regressed! With all his memories intact, Arthur vowed to reach the top of Morpheus Online, taking advantage of all the secrets that were still hidden along with the biggest secret of them all: The Dragomancer’s Legacy! Taming dragons? Wielding their powers? All was within the grasp as long as one became a Dragomancer. But there was a lot more to the dark side of Morpheus Online that Arthur would discover, realizing there was more to his regression than just luck.

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Cutting It Close

Done with the harvesting, Arthur decided to leave. 

He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was still at its peak. 

'Should I continue onwards?' Arthur wondered looking towards the depths of the forest.

This was exactly opposite to the direction of the Ballard Cliffs and would result in him going further from them. However this was also where the nearest city was present.

"Hmm, I shouldn't risk it. My Armor is also damaged." Arthur muttered to himself while glancing at the equipment screen.

Almost all of Arthur's armor pieces were at 50% durability or less. The few attacks from the Ember Bellow Lizard were enough to reduce it that far. And while it should be more than enough to last him to return to Roran Town, it was not worth the risk.

'Plus by the time I get to the city, it would be too late to return.' Arthur thought, having made up his mind.