《Sola: Harvest of Souls - A Cyberpunk LitRPG》2.1
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A thick ebony finger grazed the screen of a phone. Tube ceiling lights and fluorescent strips of pillar lighting began to flicker on with a nearly imperceptible hum. It dispeled shadows from the cavernous remains of what was once a department store. A large 1947 Wurlitzer jukebox clicked to life with the searing glow of neon.
A substantial hand jaunted across the front of the jukebox, flicking specs of dust from the surface before resting to hover over the keypad. The muscled index finger found B, then 1, and finally 7. Whirrs and clacks echoed from behind the jukebox’s glowing facade. Beneath the glass, a thin metal arm plucked a record from its tower, placed it, and then retreated back to rest. The record spun with the momentary crackle and fuzz that preceded the purity of historic sound.
A rising swell of rhythm guitar and the powerful thump of drums filled the space, reverberating back from the distant walls and between the empty staggered shelving.
The bright glow from the jukebox was almost engulfed by the wide silhouette of a man. His long hair shifted over his shoulders, black braids secured by thin luminescent cable. Silver shades obscured his dark brown eyes. A cigar was held lightly between his teeth, wisping smoke from a thick clump of ash at its end. The man grasped the cigar between two fingers, drawing it away from his mouth. He pressed his palms against the jukebox, closing his eyes, absorbing the sound.
His rumbling voice quaked its way from his throat and past his trim beard, mimicking the crunching electric guitar that tore from the speakers.
He turned around and moved toward a 50s diner banquette seat in the shape of the backend of a fin-backed, white wall tired car. His leathery trenchcoat caught the light of the jukebox breaking it up into a diffuse shuffle of sparks against black. Loose black leather pants draped his chrome legs ending in heavy standard issue NAU combat boots. The war took his legs, and he kept the boots.
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He took a seat on the diner banquette and butted out his cigar. Thin cables stretched of their own accord from beneath the vinyl padding before magnetically snapping into hexagonal skull plates beneath his hairline. It was one of his favorite acquisitions, an experimental VR suite that he’d integrated into the chair himself.
The pupils of his eyes glowed blue as the signal streamed into his brain. He felt wood against his fingers, he smelled lilies, he saw the blinding blur of white. The vision of a room opened before him. The sun shined warmly through tall thin windows. Green plants dotted the bright white walls. A stippled ceiling composed of polished hardwood rose above.
His avatar within the simulation cleared his throat, hands resting atop a pulpit. The hands found a thick bible on a small shelf within. Then they opened the weighty book to Romans before setting it down. He looked around the empty church, then down at the bible. Then he stepped away from the pulpit into a back room. He kneeled down low, and began to pray.
The sound of people trickled in through the door. Warm greetings and laughter wafted over the man. A tingling sensation washed across the back of his neck. He stood and left the small room, walking to the pulpit and smiling at the congregation. People of every nation, tongue, and cyber-affiliation were seated there.
A feeling of joy rose up from within, settling in the man’s chest. He raised a hand out to his congregation and opened his mouth. Then suddenly, the VR stream was interrupted and the department store came back into view. The man’s phone was ringing inside of his pocket. He pressed a button and raised it to his ear.
“Preature?” a voice blurted through the earpiece.
“Yes,” he rumbled.
The voice stammered back. “I want to see the pieces tonight. Bring the crew. I want to make sure it gets to me in one piece.”
“You’ve got it,” his voice rumbled in response and ended the call. The department store faded to white again, and the VR sprung back to life. A wide smile crossed his lips.
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Stop Calling Me A Demon King
Stop Calling Me A Demon King is the story of a man who was forcefully abducted into another world against his will. It's a world of swords, magic, monsters, and mismatched technology and politics. And the main character is having none of it. He's just concentrating on making his way in the world, no matter who he has to destroy in the process. Is there a need to play nice when you never wanted to be involved at all? What are the effects on a person when the most cold blooded actions are what are necessary? Our "hero" is going to find out, whether he wants to or not. Spinoff Series - Welcome to Maoujanai High: The cast of Stop Calling Me A Demon King are forced to attend a high school in a certain county, with all the tropes that such a stale setting contains. And the cast are not happy about the situation at all. Expect stupidity, randomness, and unexpected humor.
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Disclaimer: Keep in mind this is a first draft! Developmental editing for the book will be underway at the end of this month. Aurora Nightshade spent her whole life living as a countryside bumpkin, living just to get by. Despite the hardships brought onto her by the Song clan, the tyrannical people that levy insufferable taxes onto her and the villagers, she was content enough with life. This all changed one day, when an amulet fell from the sky like a meteor, a werewolf became her companion and the world of magic opened up to her. The world of spirits and gods revealed to her that fateful night. If you are into Wuxia and Cultivation themes, then don't miss this novel. It touches on some interesting mythology as well, and a lot of magic based on Epic Fantasy. A book that any WMW fan should read! Preorder Aura of Magic on Amazon: https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B095Z1VX9B Chapters daily (Advance chapters on Patreon) !!! Extra chapter for every 100 followers we reach! ________________________________________________________________ Creator of the Mage of Shadows series. Link to amazon below. https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B089DJS52J Currently making a discord where you readers can send me messages and chat to me! Discord Link: https://discord.gg/sWcBsxWGSc Instagram: @mageofshadows Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge
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8 167Demonology For Morons
Day in an day out i had dark impulses that i kept in firm control so that my next life, if there was a next life, would be better or perhaps just more interesting. After all this worl d is really boring. I mean if it wernt for books i would probably have snapped years ago. However if i had known then what i know now, i would have thought that i should have commited every sin possible and then died in a shootout that somehow ended with me getting hit by a truck. After all i got my wish and reincarnated as a demon! But no evil karma equals my new life that starts out as the weakest little lesser imp. Well fuck.
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