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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!****

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Dave took the scroll to Urburg after he finished up with upgrading the players he promised from the other super guilds. He had spent hours just making them into undead and was honestly tired of it.

Once he was at Urburg, he headed to nick's bar where he found a guest of Nick that Dave didn't have any good relationship with.

Nathiel, the Fallen Archangel was sitting and waiting to be served a drink from Nick who tended the bar.

The archangel looked disgusted and his wings were limply hanging as if he was crestfallen and the Undeath God was serving him a drink to make him forget his sorrows as it appears.

"What's the occasion?" Dave said and sat at the stool next to the archangel.

"Nathy-boy is bummed."

Dave looked at the archangel and said, "You're still pissed about not being able to serve that haughty ass lord of yours?"

The archangel scuffed at Dave's question and replied, "It's not just that. The spear…"