Many years ago, the world had turned into an RPG game. Unprepared, many weak like I fell. If one dies in the game they will die in real life. Luckily, I was able to rise like a Pheonix from the pits of an abyss.
However, as humanity adapted the world became tougher too. Barely able to struggle to stay alive I fought... I fought... I fought. There was truly no end to the fighting. For resources humanity waged war on each other. I too had led countless wars as a general, but my day of the end came.
I was soon cornered into death. I thought to myself that it must've been the end of me. I closed my eyes which seemed to fall into a deep slumber. However long, my eyes finally opened once again.
I found myself in the past, where the apocalypse had not begun yet. This was a chance to start over. With my knowledge of the future, how can I fall once again? I vowed in this life, I will be king.