Reincarnated Avatar; I got 2 SSS-Rank Unique Skills
Chapter 67: F*ck! Lord Doom is back!

Chapter 67: F*ck! Lord Doom is back!

The Arena lobby had never been this packed before.

The moment the system announced Lord Doom’s arrival; it was like a meteor crashing into a lake. The ripple effect was instant; millions flooded in, scrambling for spectating slots, pushing the lobby servers to their absolute limit.

The entire 11th server was buzzing, and watching.

Lord Doom was back.

And this time? He wasn’t just the King of PK anymore.

This time, he had an SSS-Rank unique skill. Heck, 2 SSS-Rank unique skills!

Also, this time, he wielded an SSS-Rank weapon.

Not just that. This time, he wasn’t just here to dominate, he was here to practice and refine.

The Arena lobby was a roaring coliseum of Avatars, their usernames stacked on top of each other like a wall of neon graffiti.

In the lobby chat, there was a chat explosion.

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{GhostFury: F*ck! Lord Doom is back!}

{YourDaddy: WTF! LORD DOOM IS BACK???}

{RagingBlaze: No way! Lord Doom is in the arena now.}

{AxelCrest: Man, a literal Avatar with 2 SSS-Rank unique skills. I feel like I’m bearing witness to history, damn! Wait, can I ask for an autograph?}

{SilverHand: And an SSS-Rank weapon. This server is done lol.}

{ImperialGuard: We’re witnessing history!}

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Everyone had one goal now.

Get into the Arena, watch the legend work.

And Lord Doom?

He gave them a f*cking show.

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Noah stepped onto the battlefield.

The Arena matched him with the highest-rated players online, but it didn’t matter. He crushed them.

Not because they were weak, they weren’t.

They may not be at the level of pro players in the Pro Alliance, but among casual players, some were ranked pros from other servers, experts who had built their names on their mechanics.

But they weren’t Noah.

They weren’t Warstar’s true Godfather, and they didn’t have Aetherforge.

His SSS-Rank weapon; it was a weapon like no other. A shapeshifting masterpiece, a living extension of combat itself.

Aetherforge currently had 5 forms; Battle lance, twin swords, daggers, rifle, and shield.

Each form was flawless. Each transition was seamless.

And Noah?

He was learning to dance with it.

Against him, one by one, they fell.

A legendary Assassin? Deleted in 30 seconds.

A ranked duelist? Didn’t last a full minute.

A God-tier Tank with crazy defense? Noah broke him in two combos.

It wasn’t just dominance, it was education.

Noah wasn’t fighting for the win. Rather, he was testing, tweaking, and refining his own proficiency and comeback style with Aetherforge.

He was evolving.

Meanwhile, the Arena lobby was in a frenzy.

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{BloodiedKing: Dude! Dude! Dude! This Lord Doom is sick! He’s using that Aetherforge like its second nature, literally no breaks in his movement and transitions, do you even fathom how sick that is?!}

{DivineFist: Did you see that shield parry into battle lance double stab? This isn’t fair!}

{Hyperion: Damn..., this isn’t just PK. This is a f*cking LECTURE!}

{VoidHunter: Everybody gangster till Lord Doom pulls into the Arena.}

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The crowd watched, stunned.

But Noah?

He wasn’t done yet.

Because there was still one fight left, the one that everyone had been waiting for ever since seeing her among the spectators in the lobby.

They called it..., the Ultimate Rematch.

Noah stood in the center of the Arena. The ground glowed beneath him, the remnants of a hard reset.

And then, a single notification lit up the system.

[A challenger has entered the battlefield!]

The crowd held their breath.

And then..., the name appeared.

[Reckless Storm has entered the Arena!]

The floodgates exploded.

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{Skybreaker: HOLY SH*T!!! IT’S HAPPENING!}

{TyrantFang: Lord Doom vs Reckless Storm Rematch, LET’S GO!!!}

{PhantomCore: Have you seen her weapon? It’s an S-Ranked Weapon! WTF! What’s the identity of this Reckless Storm?!}

{JoeBoy: The Blades of Aamon vs Aetherforge, history in the making.}

{KillingSpree: This will be the best fight of the new server!}

{PumpkinMaster: Have you guys even realized? These 2 guys, their skill already transcends the level of casual players like us. And their experience, I don’t believe they’re talented newbies. I have a theory guys, Lord Doom and Reckless Storm are pro players! They have to be, I’m sure!}

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In the chat explosion, one of the players, PumpkinMaster finally made the great deduction and realization but no one got to pay attention to his message though.

First, it was because of the sheer number of messages that popped up in the lobby chat every single second.

And most importantly, it was simply because the spectators were too hyped by the confrontation that was taking place before them.

They were too hyper to pay attention to the ramblings of some theorist.

Who cared if they were pro players?

What mattered was that now, they were about to bear first-hand witness to a legendary battle between 2 extremely skilled players.

Their eyes were fixated on the battlefield.

And then, it happened.

Across the battlefield, a figure appeared.

Reckless Storm stood there, her twin blades pulsing with chaotic, cursed energy.

Aria’s avatar was as fierce as ever.

She wore a battle-worn black and violet combat suit, sleek but reinforced, built for speed, power, and relentless assault.

Each segment of armor had lightweight plating that didn’t hinder her agility, allowing for explosive, unpredictable movement.

Her eyes glowed amethyst, a stark contrast against the dark markings that ran along her arms and neck, a sign of the curse she had embraced for power.

Her twin swords, the Blades of Aamon, pulsed with raw demonic energy. Their edges were jagged, serrated, and ever-shifting, leaving behind a faint trail of violet sparks as she moved.

They weren’t just weapons, they were an extension of her rage, her unyielding defiance.

Her stance was never still; a panther ready to pounce, a storm waiting to erupt.

Unlike Noah’s imposing stillness, Aria radiated untamed, volatile energy.

She was the final challenger, the Storm Queen of the Arena.

She was the calamity that no one could predict.

On the other side of this battlefield stood an Avatar that was no less imposing, Lord Doom.

He was the embodiment of dominance and intimidation.

Unlike Reckless Storm, his armor was a masterpiece of black and crimson, a perfect blend of sleek war-forged plating and eerie, shifting aether.

It wasn’t just protective, it radiated an overwhelming presence, like standing before the executioner’s blade.

His helmet was gone now. Instead, his face was revealed; a cold, emotionless mask of supremacy.

His deep, piercing eyes shone like embers in the abyss, locked in a state of perpetual focus.

His cape, tattered yet regal, fluttered behind him, stitched with battle scars from the countless victories he had claimed.

Every part of his presence declared a single truth; this was the final boss you never wanted to meet.

And when these two forces collided..., the Arena would never forget it.

Aria smirked.

"You ready, Lord Doom?"

Noah smirked back.

"Let’s give them a show".

The countdown began.

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FIGHT!