Worlds End Protocol

"Aghh... why does my head hurt so bad?" he groaned, scratching the back of his head.

"Where am I? Wait... I remember drinking myself to sleep, like I always do. So where the hell am I now?" he muttered, squinting into the darkness surrounding him.

Just as he began to think about what to do next, a sudden sound echoed in his ears.

Ding! Ding!

[Initiating...]

Before he could react, a semi-transparent blue screen appeared in front of him, glowing faintly in the darkness.

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[Young Hybrid (Half-Dragon, Half-Vampire)]

Name: Dexter Von Teln

Template: NPC (10 years, 1 day, and 20 hours before Beta Test)

Category: Neutral

Stats:

Strength: 22

Agility: 20

Intelligence: 12

Constitution: 22

Mana: 16

Innate Skills:

Dragon Breath (Locked)

Draconic Transformation (50%) (Locked)

Blood Manipulation (Locked)

Vampiric Transformation (50%) (Locked)

Abilities: None

Affinity: Fire (Locked), Blood (Locked)

Combat Power: F

Assessment: An abomination—the fusion of two powerful bloodlines. Yet in this world, merely an ant in a sea of titans.

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"I’ve... transmigrated to Delia?" he whispered, staring at the screen in disbelief.

"I’ve become Dexter?"

His heart pounded. First came the rush—excitement flooding through him. But then, a heavy sorrow crept in.

"So I’m not a player anymore... I’m just an NPC?"

He clenched his fists.

"What do I even do now? And where exactly am I?"

He took a cautious step forward, eyes scanning the darkness, the glow of the blue screen fading slowl

y as he tried to make sense of this new, surreal beginning.

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