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Transmigration

The flickering neon of Kaelen's apartment was the only thing grounding him to reality. On his monitor, the login screen for Devas of Creation pulsed with an ethereal gold light. This was his 67th run—a dedicated pursuit of the "Perfect Ending" that had eluded the player base for years.

"Just one more character," Kaelen muttered, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. "If I spec into Agility early, maybe I can save the Northern Village before the blight hits."

He clicked Start.

Usually, the screen would fade to black. This time, the monitor screamed with a violent, electric blue spark. The scent of ozone filled the room, and the floor beneath his chair vanished. Kaelen didn't just fall; he dissipated.

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