Skully

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.
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https://linktr.ee/Skully5812
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No shameless author review. I want the readers to have their say.
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Something about the Author.
Under my pen name Skully I have been writing online web serials since 2017.
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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.
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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.
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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.

System Break

Demon bird flew with the grace of a Volkswagen Kombi with a clutch issue but just like the old car, he was effective. High above the Dokkalfar fort the bird banked to the north before circling back to the west.

Over the last days we pushed hard all the way to the Dokkalfar stronghold, and we paced ourselves the last few miles. It was late afternoon of the fourth day.

Ailen ran with a steady gate. His heavy pack rested neatly on his back and beads of sweat nestled on his forehead.

He nodded but did not answer. I could see the determination in his weary eyes.

"Good. You're almost ready for hell week."

His eyes narrowed. "This isn't hell? I've never worked this hard in my life."

I laughed. "Surprising yourself is what hell week is. Just when you think things couldn't get tougher you find out how wrong you were." I pointed. "We're almost there."

Stronghold stopover