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

Carney walked up the street with three men following her. One was dark haired and middle aged while the other two were older. They all bore wounds from the battle and were heavily bandaged. One had his entire chest encased with brown and red bandages while the dark haired man had his head wrapped like a mummy. The oldest walked with a limp and a cane.

Her red hair flowed behind her it was long enough to reach her lower back. It complimented her freckles and green eyes which shone with determination. The former kitchen maid walked with confidence and led the men to the manor where we had setup camp.

Carney walked around the oval table to stand behind me as I sipped some cool water from a glass. My wooden antler mask sat on the table between us as the three sat opposite as Carney directed.

"Sit there. Do you want water?" she asked.

Taken for Granted