Virtual Realm: My Venom Can Slay Gods - Chapter 37: The Strategist of Blackwind Stronghold

Betrayed and used, Adam Palestar was a man that dedicated ten years of his life to reach the top in the game—Mortal Online—where the strong rule and weak are abused. It was a game where a single death meant the loss of all the hard work. In the end, he died in a way that was common in this game—betrayed by his closest companions—but he never expected that to happen to him.Now, reborn and regressed back to his younger self, he has a second chance—failure is not an option.

Orson, a disgraced former eSports champion, finds himself reborn on the opening day of Infinite Dimensions, a hyper-realistic virtual reality game that secretly doubles as humanity’s last line of defense against alien forces. Armed with memories of the future and a god-tier talent that grants him infinite range with every monster slain, Orson is no ordinary mage—he’s a walking artillery unit, capable of taking down bosses from miles away. Determined to rewrite his tragic past, protect those he failed, and rise to the top, Orson dives into the game with one goal: to turn his newfound powers into unstoppable strength. But as he grows stronger, enemies emerge, and the countdown to reality and the virtual world merging looms closer. Can Orson secure his place as the ultimate long-range mage and survive the deadly trials that await? In Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage, the only limit is how far he’s willing to shoot.

"In her previous life, she is used by her first love to send her own company into the tiger's den. She becomes bankrupt, gets kicked out of the house by her father, and becomes the target of ridicule by the family. Worst of all, she believes her best friend's lies, thinking that everything was done by her ‘husband’. Under her best friend's ploys, she almost kills him and is ultimately sentenced to prison, where she dies of depression.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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