Mmorpger Reborn Novels & Stories

Timing it to Urum’s imbalanced footwork, he shot at Urum’s upper shoulder and watched the monster stumble backwards, trying to find a foothold but failing. The surprised expression as Urum fell off the cliff caught in Zen’s scope made the gamer wonder if this counted as a kill. The solo quest did not mention how the orc general should die. Ping! Seeing the notification for quest completion, Zen smiled. Although he did not have the best first meeting with Urum, they would see each other again, hopefully on better terms the next time. Now that he had a pocket version of Urum that he could summon after the twentieth floor, Zen looked at his left hand. The severed fingers had been regenerated im

Director Carlson said, “Have you heard of Reborn? Reborn seems to be from the financial industry overseas and currently holds ten percent of the shares.” “...” The office turned eerily silent for a while. Chester slowly took a cigarette from the table and lit it. After taking two drags on it, he suddenly let out a deep laugh. “Reborn?” “Yes, Reborn.” Somehow, Director Carlson became a little timid. Those familiar with Chester knew that was a precursor to his anger.

A little bit surprised but he didn't look back as he already felt his presence, he knew who it was. "Marek!," Lucian said as he couldn't hide the smile that crept in on his face. Marek is one of Lucian's childhood best friends and also his beta, unlike Lucian's perfect physique, Marek could also pass for a handsome man, he's a blonde hair guy with a round face and cherry full lips. five months back Keres invaded the neighboring village, the hometown of Marek. [Keres are death spirit, though they do not cause people to die they waited for people to die so they could feed on their flesh] Anywhere those ominous spirit stays it becomes erie, cold, and full of wraith.

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He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)] Remorhaz lives near cold climates, where he preys upon little monsters and other creatures sharing his territory. While they are immune to fire, they cannot tolerate warm weather. The remorhaz burrows deep below the ground and lies in wait for the faint vibrations created by creatures moving above it.] These stats are strange, why does it have so much health. These monsters appeared to have chosen to gain more health rather than strength when evolving. Considering how it hunts by ambushing its prey under the ground, it doesn't require

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

Mor’s body began to flicker—like a memory losing form. “No,” Elara said. “No, you don’t have to disappear.” But Mor smiled, faint. “The world doesn’t need two of you.” “It needs you.” “I was you,” Mor said. “When you couldn’t be.” Elara gripped her hand. “I remember now,” she whispered. And Mor faded. Leaving only a silver flame—And silence. Legacy’s Rebirth. Three days passed, the world didn’t burn. Instead, it breathed. The sky returned to blue. Children began to laugh again. The packs that had run returned—quiet, watchful, but open.