Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero - Chapter 99: - Only the Light (2)

[Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?]

Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past.

Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?!

To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’:

F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫

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Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins & Chaos

It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army!

This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug*

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— Attention may Contain —

- Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer)
- Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class)
- Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!)
- Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle)
- NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!)
- Magic (PP Magic is best magic)
- Multiverse (PP across worlds!)
- 100% sane friends (Officially)
- Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!)
- Scorned beauties (No BS!)
- Taming (Cool travel pets!)
- Secrets (PP finding stuff!)
- Pumpkins (Spooky!)
- R18 tag (?!?)
- Much more!

A Blindfold That is Beyond Reason [Legendary]

-Experience Gained Increased by 500%
-Weakness Detection Skill lv.MAX
-Critical Hit Damage Increased by 300%
-Does not obstruct wearer’s vision

…The truth is, I can see everything clearly.

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.”

A story about a traveler who crossed into a parallel universe, relying on his Proficiency ability to continuously grind experience and become stronger.