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

The castle was vast, and we were lost moments after leaving the old dukes chambers.

The corridor's walls were lined with awful paintings, so I snorted as we followed Larry our ambassador. Sakaala imitated Gisael and snaked her hand into mine. She stood on tip toes and tried to whisper in my ear. She was still a few inches short.

"The paintings," I said and pointed.

She gazed at one and then another. "They're lovely."

I scoffed. "If naked, fat, white people lying on pillows is your idea of lovely, have at it."

She tugged on my hand and I stopped. She pointed at the painting. "See how her finger points up into the clouds where the sun is coming out."

"The artist is communicating something. It was dark but there is hope." She pointed. "See the dark figures with red eyes in the background? They're retreating, they are symbols telling a story."

"I just see a naked fat woman on a pillow."

Didn’t Think (R18)