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Final Life Online

Final Life Online is a 10th-generation, full-dive VRMMO game developed through the collaboration of companies from across the globe. The game was initially designed as a virtual utopia, a place where players could spend their entire lives after retirement, earn a living, and even shape a new reality. Despite its deep and serious intent, the game became an escape for most players, who gave up on its true objective and chose instead to simply enjoy living in the virtual world as if it were reality. Only a few elite guilds still aimed to beat the game, chasing the incredible rewards promised to those who succeeded. The stakes were high — any player who could defeat the game's final challenge would be rewarded with 20% ownership in the top 1,000 companies in the real world. Yet, as the years passed, no one was able to conquer it. Now, a decade later, the game has become a battleground for the top guilds, all vying for that elusive victory and its earth-shaking rewards. Suddenly, the perspective shifts to a figure standing by the window, looking out into the fading light. A soft breeze ruffles the curtains as he gazes at the massive poster of Final Life Online plastered on the building across the street, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dullness of his room. He mutters to himself, his voice a mere whisper against the cacophony of the city below. "And I... am Flynn Blade." The name feels foreign on his tongue, a remnant of a past life he can barely remember. And I have reincarnated in this Doomed world, But no more as I am here now. ***** Flynn, a reincarnator from another world, finds himself preparing for the launch of Final Life Online, a virtual reality game with world-changing stakes. In his previous life, Final Life Online was just a novel, but now he knows it’s far more than just a game. It's humanity's last chance to prepare for a catastrophic apocalypse set to hit Earth in ten years. To make sure the world takes it seriously, the game’s rewards are extraordinary, including shares in top companies and a “World Owner” title with unparalleled power. Flynn has an edge over other players because he knows the game’s true purpose from the start, thanks to reading from the perspective of Max, the story's main character. Max is a regressor who, like Flynn, will join the game today. Max is set to choose one of the strongest classes, but Flynn knows about an even more powerful class that Max didn’t know existed. This class once made another player the second-strongest in the world, nearly on par with Max, despite the fact that Max had multiple advantages like special equipment and cheats. Flynn plans to take this class for himself, aiming to surpass even Max in strength and gather enough power to survive the coming apocalypse. Though he has never met Max personally, Flynn's knowledge of Max’s journey gives him the insight he needs to prepare. His ultimate goal is not just to become stronger, but to protect himself and those he cares about from the impending disaster.
Enigmatic_Dream · 281.8k Views

Phantom Wayfarers

Sebastian’s life is turned upside down when he is unexpectedly thrust into the dangerous and unpredictable world of the Realm Walkers. As he navigates this new reality, he must face deadly challenges, forge uneasy alliances, and confront secrets that could change everything he knows about himself and the realms around him. With every choice carrying high stakes, Sebastian discovers that surviving this world means more than just strength—it requires courage, wit, and the resilience to overcome the darkest twists of fate. Note that the build up of the first few chapters may seem slow. Chapters per week 2-3 might increase to 5-7 Just lacking motivation ......... Sebastian pushed himself upright, though it felt as if the air itself had turned to tar around him. His thoughts drifted through a dense, suffocating fog that weighed more than his own limbs. Every breath was an effort. Every movement felt resisted by something unseen—something that clung to him without leaving a single bruise or mark to prove it existed. There was no chain. No wound. No logical reason for the heaviness sinking into his bones. And yet it was there. Relentless. He staggered toward the mirror standing quietly before him—too quietly, as if it had been waiting. A shard of memory flickered at the back of his mind, but every attempt to grasp it made the fog thicken, swallowing the thought before it could form. When he finally faced the glass, he froze. His reflection was… wrong. The face was his, yet the expression wasn’t. A smile threatened at the corners of his mouth—not his smile, but something using it. The eyes blinked half a second too late. And the longer he stared, the more the reflection seemed to grow aware of him, as though it had just woken up. A crawling cold travelled up his spine. “What… are you?” he whispered. His reflection tilted its head first. A smile still played across its lips—thin, deliberate, and wrong. There was no warmth in it. No flicker of anything human. It was a cold curve of the mouth, carved with the kind of precision that suggested practice rather than emotion. The eyes above it didn’t match the expression; they remained distant, unfocused, as though gazing at something beyond him trying but also failing to recall. Then its gaze focused on him It then spoke: “The scavenger of the Sovereign’s lost soul, A legacy bound to us… for the world to behold.”
ShamelessDreamer · 15.8k Views