Greg watched his world come to an end under the hands of the enemies supported by his fellow race. while blaming himself for not starting the game early or not investing time into it, or for awakening a trash talent he closed his eyes and embraced death but that was not the end of his story as he regressed to ten years prior to the unfortunate event. with knowledge of the future and determination he buys a gaming helmet and plunged into the game- Apocalypse that signalled the start of something more. with his knowledge of the future, his skills that made him shine even with his trashy talent and the awakening of an ex rank talent, 100% Dodge rate that makes attacking him impossible, read Greg's revenge and rise to the top protecting those he cares about while punishing his enemies.

Gendry stood there, chest tight as hell, fighting to breathe like it was a damn war. Every inhale felt risky, like the air itself might piss off the guy in front of him. He tried to keep it shallow, quiet—anything to avoid drawing attention. Ygrit, the Wrath Clan's short-stack prince, was sprawled on a high-backed chair, looking way too comfy for someone so terrifying. The underground city's command room had a bunch of fancy seats scattered around, all carved up nice and shiny, but Gendry? No chance he was parking his ass in one. Same went for the viscount hovering nearby. They were both too scared to even twitch wrong. One slip, and Ygrit's infamous temper would turn them into paste.


Chapter 121 - CHAPTER 121: FALLING OUT