{Ding!}

{System has detected arrogance from player Zenixx.}

{Player claims he can make a better game. Challenge accepted.}

{You will now be transmigrated into the game you despise.}

{Body located: Weakest, most useless NPC.}

{Difficulty: Nightmare Mode}

{Reputation: Public Enemy}

{Welcome to ArcadiaX.}
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Zen, once hailed as one of the world’s most respected VR and mobile gamer, was invited by a mysterious new gaming corporation to try their debut title and leave a glowing review.

But after suffering a humiliating defeat in-game, Zen did the exact opposite — he tore it apart in a brutal review that went viral.

In retaliation, the game’s mysterious system drags him into the virtual world of ArcadiaX, trapping him inside the body of the weakest NPC imaginable.

With just his sarcastic system and no real understanding of the game’s mechanics beyond his one loss, Zen must find a way to constantly level up to claw his way through portal breaks, deadly beasts, brutal dungeons, and warring clans — all while being marked as a bug and hunted by the game lord and the system itself.

To escape, Zen must rise from an F-rank Reaver to SSS-Rank legend, survive dungeons, beast outbreaks, clan wars, and a world that wants him dead — and defeat the Game Lord controlling everything.

Can he beat the game?
Or will he die as just another disposable NPC?
Delve into the story to find out more.
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"Arsenal Veil: Warhammer!" Lyra called out into the air as she leaped high, her voice carrying through the battlefield.


 In a flash, her sword twisted and reshaped itself, transforming into a massive warhammer that towered at a full length of ten metres with a head so heavy it radiated destructive intent.


"Slam!" She roared, swinging down with ferocious strength. 


The hammer smashed into the ground with thunderous force, sending tremors across the forest. The earth caved in beneath her strike, and jagged spikes of stone erupted violently, surging towards the beast like a deadly wave.


But in a blink, the beast reacted. Its serpentine limbs slammed into the ground, and then like a spring snapping free, its entire body launched upward. It shot into the air with terrifying speed, resembling a javelin hurled by the gods themselves.


In a split second, its clawed feet were inches away from Lyra's chest, her body still clad in her shimmering war dress.


Chapter 119 - More Limbs?: Certain Death!