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System Break

What happens when you have nothing to lose, so you agree to become a subject in a sketchy experiment. What happens when this experiment ends up being a game and you're an alpha tester. What if the game wasn't in a computer but (spoiler free) What if the Alpha testers are helping create the system the game is based on. I was a brash kid and after getting a war wound I became a bitter bastard. I was given a second chance at life because of something called a high qi-count. I could die, but it's all good cos my current situation sucks. I am Benzhi and this is my story. PS I had nfi what I was in for. . . https://linktr.ee/Skully5812 the above linktr.ee has links to all my other novels, amazon page, discord, youtube and instagram. . . No shameless author review. I want the readers to have their say. . Something about the Author. Under my pen name Skully I have been writing online web serials since 2017. . I fell in love with a couple of stories, TKA and Savage Divinity and thought I'd give it a try in mid 2017. My first story was Hardcore Qi Worlds which was published on Gravity Tales and Royal Road. One of only 2 or 3 originals on Gravity Tales. . I felt like I made a lot of mistakes and there was a distinct lack of modern sci-fi so I started Daedalus in 2018. I published it on here under Skully_ and on Royal Road. It's now on Amazon as 4 books and the 5th will come out this year. . This year I'm writing a lot more than last year. I have Spiritmaster which will go on to Kindle Vella and Amazon. And System Break is designed for webnovel. I plan to write 1,000 chapters for System Break before its completed and the major arcs are planned. At the 6 month mark I plan to have 380+ chapters.

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Junior the Imbecile

The coldness of the stone slab seeped through my cloth pants and shirt. I sat up and inspected my shirt and the first thing I noticed were my white hands. I sighed inwardly and decided to block out the fact I was a white mother fucker. 

My clothes were nondescript - the shirt was tan, and my pants were dark grey. I swivelled and slid off the cold slab. My soft leather boots barely made little sound when they hit the floor. I bent down and inspected them; they weren't bad, and I resisted the urge to take them off I had to fit in.

The room was filled with similar stone slabs and I wasn't alone. There were a dozen other players here. My gut told me they were all from the Reds, despite Gunk dying alone, because very few others should be getting bodies. It was only allies of the Chancellor who were immune to the embargo.

"Gunt," a player who was dressed identically called. That's right Junior – the imbecile - had lumped me with the name Gunt. A true heroes name.