Unlimited Items Shop System - Chapter 266 Morimo’s Attack

Reed has accidentally crossed over into a virtual reality game that is not due for release until a year later.Inside the game, he is a Progenitor Vampire that has been hiding amongst humans to study magic that also owns an ancient castle with over 200 vampiric descendants.What a roller-coaster ride.Thankfully, he can still return back to Earth. But the biggest crisis staring down upon him is the open beta scheduled for a year later, and the coming of the players.How can he, as a vampire, get strong enough to fight against the oncoming catastrophe incarnates – the players themselves!!This is the tale of a Progenitor Vampire leading a group of vampires and humans farming the land.

An alien civilization invades, prompting a global Spirit Power Awakening, with a new game arising to combat the alien civilization...

What? All transactions in-game can only be conducted using spiritual energy coins?

Without spending a large sum, it's impossible to quickly improve your strength?

Standing next to the largest Spiritual Spring Eye in the world, Su Yu reveals a smile.

I have ten billion spiritual energy coins! Are you scared?

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Ishiki grew up staring at the Floating Cities — a distant paradise in the sky that gave humanity both hope and despair.And then, they fell.Not just one, but all of them.The heavens burned and with them the world crumbled, the Apocalypse descended upon mankind.Ishiki never wanted to be a hero, nor a savior. He was just glad to be alive.Until the Neural Matrix System chose him.As he was dying a Window appeared in front of him.[Congratulations You have been choosen as a Player]He was dragged into his first trial in the world of NEXUS. And he soon realized, he was destined to die there too.But he survived.Survival offered him the a Mythical Title... a power that came with ways to make his life more miserable.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”