TheReign

The year is 2060 and after decades of technological delay caused by mysterious events Earth and its inhabitants are about to face their greatest challenge yet. One, seemingly normal day everyone on Earth heard a voice.
{Earthlings, the time has come for change, please stay calm and wait for the terraforming process, everything will be explained during it}
Every human being was transported that fateful day, floating in space and watching the planet be transformed right in front of their eyes.
"I got a fcking stick as a reward, are you fcking kidding me?!"
Reign was there before most, as a human that defeated a monster before the terraforming he was titled a pioneer and got a chance to draw a lottery, but that did not end quite well.
Join our protagonist with his quirky group of friends as they fight and level up in this world that became a game, trying their best to win it and stop the destruction of Earth.
Will they be successful or will they fail?
What is the mysterious power hiding deep inside Reign?
Find that all out by reading Is This Really a Game?!

Hey guys, thanks for checking out my book Is This Really a Game, I plan on making this a long novel and right now I am releasing 1 - 2 chapters a day. The chapters are usually about 1 600 words long.


Cover made by myself

Is this really a Game?!

At the same time Reign started his fight with Imris, Wolf was staring at the big red hobgoblin who was looking back at him. Both of them wielded greatswords but each one was fairly different from the other. While Wolf's greatsword was designed by himself and with style and sharpness in mind the one the hobgoblin used was incredibly crude, it was a big slab of metal that had screws everywhere and the edge of the blade looked dull, it was clear that the main purpose of the sword was to crush the opponent rather than to cut.


"Interesting sword, a bit too crude and ugly for my taste, but interesting nonetheless." Wolf ignites his sword while talking, the hobgoblin looks a bit surprised as he looks at the now flaming sword.


"Fire, sword, nice." The hobgoblin speaks slowly as his eyes sparkle with delight as he looks at the sword, a sight that makes Wolf stop for a bit in surprise.


Wolf’s Anger