In a future where the line between reality and virtual reality is all but erased, RPG games reign supreme. A young programmer, driven by an intense urge to escape poverty and an unwavering dream, pours his soul into creating Bloodbound Ascension, a ruthless online game.

But his journey ends tragically when exhaustion claims his life, only for him to awaken within his own creation as an NPC trapped in one of its deadliest Towers.

Armed with the knowledge of every trap, secret, and monster, he must navigate the brutal world he designed, struggling to survive against other NPCs and the merciless mechanics of Bloodbound Ascension.

In a realm where the line between creator and creation no longer exists, can he rewrite his fate, or will his masterpiece become his tomb?

Charymos and Megaloblatta clashed again, the tremendous force repelling both of them a short distance away.


Megaloblatta winced, his entire right arm almost going numb as though a thousand pins and needles riddled it.


"You arrogant fuck. Do you really think that you can contest against a Legendary Grade weapon with your bare hands?! Stupid! This is why I have always loathed you!"


Charymos clenched his jaw, coiled his forearm and ignited the three-pointed tip of his weapon in a violent inferno of Mana.


In a split second, Charymos closed the distance between them and thrust his weapon.


Seeing as there was no other recourse, Megaloblatta coated his entire frame in Mana and crossed his forearms to shield his chest.


Chapter 65 - A Snow Ball's Chance (6)