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Rise of The Undead Legion

Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming. ‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’ It became an overnight phenomena worldwide. Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets. His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill. Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change. Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand. He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest! It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life. **** Story is currently being proofed by our Lord Sambraga! (chapters 54+) so please bear with the mediocre quality of writing in the first chaps, it gets much better later on!****

Biako · Games
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564 Chs

Grim situation

The battalion rushed across the open plains of the eastern region. They occasionally encountered solo players hunting mobs or gathering crafting materials. All the players in the Eastern region had received the initial notification about the Undead battalion fleeing with a kidnapped priestess.

Dave was ticked off, whenever they ran into a player the system sent another regional announcement updating their location.

Regional Announcement!

Updated location for the battalion of undead!

Moria Eastern region, Geographical code: [-310, 870]

'Fuck you! Stop pulling my hair, Alfie, you prissy little bitch.'

The notifications just increased the number of the more idiotic players who tried to earn the rewards promised by the church, egging them on. The idiots thought that, individually or in small groups, they could stop the battalion. They thought wrong.