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I became so good at Deepwoken that i started parrying in real life too

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Gun Seren spent the last two years of his life mastering one thing: Deepwoken. Five thousand hours. Hundreds of wiped characters. Thousands of fights in the Depths. Among the chaos of monsters and drowned horrors, his Vantablack Godseeker build, Drake Eshet, had finally become perfect. Gun didn’t just play the game. He lived it. But in the middle of another night of Depths ganking, the world freezes. His internet dies. And a message appears on his screen: “The Towers Have Appeared.” Across Earth, colossal towers pierce the sky on every continent, bringing with them a mysterious system of Nexuses, Classes, and Floors filled with monsters. Humanity is forced into a new era where the only path forward is to climb, grow stronger, and survive. Gun doesn’t care. He just wants to log back in. But when he reconnects, his character—his two years of work, memories, and victories—is completely wiped. His perfect build is gone. And the towers appeared at the exact moment it happened. To Gun, that means only one thing. The towers stole Drake Eshet. Now he’s going to take everything from them. As the world begins testing people to awaken their Nexuses and Classes, Gun enters the system with one advantage nobody else has: the instincts of someone who has already spent thousands of hours surviving brutal combat. While others rely on their powers, Gun relies on something far more dangerous. Perfect timing. Parries. Reaction speed. Combat instincts honed in the merciless Depths. In the American Tower, where climbers struggle to survive even the first floors, a new name begins spreading among the hunters and monsters alike: A climber who treats life-and-death battles like PvP. A fighter who wins without flashy abilities. A player who climbs the tower the same way he dominated the Depths. And this time, when Gun Seren reaches the top… he isn’t stopping until the towers themselves are wiped.
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