BreathingMoon

My Father always told me to stand tall, this is my opportunity to do just that. 





[ This novel has been discontinued, a redux version of this series is currently in production. ]


 A glorious reign over the realm only to be hunted, a glorious return only to be haunted. Avery Hall had a fair share of experience when it came to the many layers of humanity. 
 


With the death of our real world in the future, everyone gets digitized and becomes... well, Immortal. To a degree.

But how to do you spend immortality?

Video Games... of course, with everything being digital... and with Hyper Advanced A.I... it's possible to create games that simulate what reality used to be like.

 Our story takes place in Starduster MMO, a fantasy based MMO game where the game's story is run mainly by player choice, with any choice being an important factor into anything.

Our main point of view is Avery Hall, who specializes in the Sniper Class, a long range damage class that uses a Rifle. He is quite efficient at making use of all he has available, and is kind of a jerk.

Avery also has been preventing the Progress of the game by holding on to a Key Artifact, other players find out about this and after a while decide they don't want him around anymore.

 While normally death lowers levels... his reputation is too low within the game and he gets banned, luckily he has a second account, as most V.I.P. users in the world do...

 Avery, swears to return the status quo, but maybe he'll be good this time... hopefully, habits take a long time to stop.

 So we join Avery's journey to get back to the top, just make sure he doesn't forget to properly transfer accounts.

StarDuster - Glory of the Umbral Avenger

The World is... not in good shape, refugees of Immortals are bearing down on the backs of a serious problem, they consume product, they cause damage, they take up room... and yet they can't produce.


    They can't mine, every pickaxe is junk.


    They can't fight, their weapons are junk.


    They can't carry items, because there isn't a need.


     They can't farm, because every sickle is junk.


     They can't Build, because they lack levels.


         I've never been one to... lend my power... but I've been attempting to help any way I can, while at least trying to pass myself off as human.


      My mask broke, and my armor is gone... so I have nothing left to hide, well... my guts. Only a simple black cloak hides away my organs, and protects me from becoming a monster in their eyes. 


       The problem isn't them wanting to kill me though, rather... I'm worried they'll try to court me... these people are, weird. According to the testament of Cobalt, because this world is only one of the many that Immortals can walk upon... then some may have a different culture entirely.


   Of course, when it comes to the point where somebody asks a girl they never met if " Will you be my Tomboy Demon Mommy? " there has to be something wrong.


       I had to ask Arch what a Tomboy is, and why would someone want me to be their mother? 


              I guess supposedly, a Tomboy is a girl that has male behavior patterns or other such things. I guess that's the case with me, but does it count if I was technically a dude before?


   I don't know, and Arch doesn't answer... neither does anyone else.


       Yeah, ahem... anywho I'm just being a hitman basically. Killing things to help level up those who lost their levels during the initial purge.


   My Sword is at least Mid Grade, so its much better then anything else.


                I miss Cobalt, even if we didn't talk much he made alright food. I don't know how to cook, so while I'm out looking for whatever is needed for that dumb door I've been eating all my meat raw, with a little salt gained from slight amounts of crafting.


Bloodied Blade ( Jotun )