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Intro. LAST DAY IN THE OLD WORLD The rain drummed on the windowsill, blurring the lights of the city. \[The user\] returned home - tired, soaked, as if soaked through the grayness of this day. My head was buzzing with endless meetings, other people's demands, the clinking of dishes in a crowded café where bitter coffee was served. Without turning on the light, he threw his cloak on a chair. Even the thought of dinner seemed overwhelming. Only sleep. Only silence. He collapsed on the bed without undressing. His eyes closed on their own. No dreams. No thoughts. Only heavy, viscous nothing. And then... \[Jin!\] A deafening blow tore apart reality. It was as if the very fabric of the world had burst. The pain was sharp, all-consuming, as if the heart had been torn apart. Darkness. \[The user\] could not open his eyes. His head was splitting, and his mind was drowning in a whirlwind of other people's images. But he felt that the air was different. With each breath, his lungs filled with a strange energy. "Where am I?" The thought broke through the pain, barely having time to take shape. ⬇️ Open comments ⬇️

Reality RPG: Rebirth in a world with an HP bar

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