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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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A stream of blood flowed from the piled corpses, soaking the earth into a mire.
Above, in the distant sky, a flock of crows circled, their eyes gleaming as they surveyed the scene below.
At the center of this carnage, a man sat atop a mound of bodies.
Clad in a dark cloak and practical armor, he stared silently into the empty air.
His fingers traced patterns in that emptiness, as if something tangible resided there.
To any observer, he would have appeared mad. Yet, he remained focused, his gaze fixed on something only he could see.
Before his eyes hovered what, to him, resembled a game screen – a quest window.
Within that window, a seemingly endless list scrolled down, overflowing its boundaries.
The man pressed his finger against the center of the screen.
[Completed Sub Quests]
[ ! Purge of the Nechagni Battlefield]
[Slay the Mountain Trolls]
[Eliminate the Black Dagger Gang]
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The list stretched on, easily numbering in the hundreds.
The man narrowed his eyes as he scanned the entries, a sense of resignation clinging to his gaze.
His teal eyes then shifted upwards to another, much shorter list.
[Active Main Quests]
[None]
[Completed Main Quests]
[None]
When the game he had loved and enjoyed became his reality, he had been both bewildered and hopeful.
He believed that one day he would leave this place, looking back on it as a strange memory. He trusted that completing all the main quests would send him home.
But the world wasn’t so accommodating.
Twelve years had passed since he entered the game, Eternal Dominion.
He was still Aslan, the game character he had created – .
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