Chapter Two: Ten Hours Earlier (from Conquest: A #LitRPG Story)

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And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the deep and fought back the darkness of the Leviathan. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness…

– Methuselah 3:2 –

Allan Young had been carefully planning this moment for months. He picked up the customized ring from the jeweler hours ago. The restaurant wasn’t too crowded. The table was donned with a setting of tulips, Lily’s favorite flower. Everything was perfect. That is, aside from the fact that the restaurant had run out of her favorite wine. He already gave the apologetic waiter an earful.

When he first explained his intentions to his sister, she was absolutely giddy that he had asked her to help plan the big event. Having described her dream proposal, the incessant chat bubbles popping up in his augmented vision was starting to get annoying.

Allan glanced up from his virtual keyboard and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw that Lily was almost to the table. He swiped his hand to the right to remove the keyboard, and stood in awe. Her sleek green dress stood out in contrast to her curly locks of red hair.

“You look gorgeous!”

“Thanks sweetie.” she blushed, “This place is beautiful!”

“I know.” he placed a careful kiss so as not to smudge her lipstick or rouge, “It was nearly impossible to get a reservation.”

“I love it.” she sat as he held her chair out, “How long ago did you book it?”

“A few weeks.”

“Wow.” she commented as he sat across from her, “What’s the special occasion?”

“Well, I…” he stammered, “I just… I thought you deserved a nice dinner.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but then she got distracted.

“Tulips!” she crooned, “My favorite!”

Allan smiled, “I know.”

A frantic waiter arrived with a bottle of Zinfandel and bowed, “Our finest wine by Ménage à Trois, on the house. Complements of the host.”

Allan nodded knowingly, “Thank you.”

Lily flashed a confused look at Allan as he accepted the expensive bottle of wine.

“Are you ready to order, sir?”

“Yes.” he feigned a shrug at Lily, “I’ll have the Trofie al Pesto.”

“And for you, miss?”

“I’ll have the uhh…” she scanned the menu, “I’ll go with the Tagliatelle al Ragù. And go light on the bolognese sauce.”

The waiter nodded, and then winked at Allan before he turned to leave.

“What was that all about?” Lily queried, pointing at the bottle.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Allan swatted absently at the air as several message bubbles from his sister populated in successive order.

“So sorry.” he closed his eyes and quickly pressed on the side of his right temple, “I should mute my communications channel.”

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just Jen.” he waived it off.

“It’s good to see that you two are on good terms again.” Lily smiled, “I swear. Lately you talk with her more than you do with me!”

“Jealous, much?” he smirked.

“Maybe a little.”

Allan couldn’t help but gawk at her alluring beauty. Her lips were plump from the red lipstick, and the rosie in her cheeks made her skin glow. Her hair glowed a brilliant ginger. He felt like the luckiest man alive. It wouldn’t be long now before this gorgeous woman would be his fiancée.

Lily caught his eye and her face blushed again, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re starstruck.”

He looked away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She studied him for a long minute until the waiter returned with their entrees.

“Excellent timing.” Allan stammered in the awkward silence, “I’m starving.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Allan could see a blinking green light inside his augmented field of vision and a popup alert with each of Jen’s incessant messages, and it only made him more nervous.

Here’s your chance. Go for it.

His pulse picked up in pace as beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead. The lump in his jacket pocket appeared to be growing ominously as the minutes ticked by. Lily was distracted with her food, so she didn’t notice the several attempts he made to speak but no words came to his mouth.

“Lily…” he finally croaked as he wiped his forehead, “You mean the world to me. You know that?”

“Yes, of course sweetie.” her eyes lit up.

His throat felt constricted. He took a long drink of water.

“Is everything okay?” her eyes locked with his, “I thought you said you were starving, but you’ve barely touched your food.”

Allan forced himself to stand.

“Lily, sweetie.” he reached into his jacket pocket and knelt down on one knee, “You are my whole world. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Allan felt confused by the disturbed look that crossed Lily’s face.

“Please…” Lily whispered as several other diners stopped to gaze at them, “don’t do this here.”

It was too late to backpedal. He gritted his teeth and pushed onward.

“Lily Thatcher, will you marry me?”

She stared at him for a long minute. His confidence was waning as her hesitation lingered.

“Please get up.” she spoke under her breath as they attracted the attention of more diners, “Let’s talk about this.”

He stumbled awkwardly as he stood, “Does that mean no?”

“I don’t know what it means yet.” she winced, “I’ll have to think about it.”

“But…” Allan stammered as he returned to his seat, “I don’t understand.”

“I think we need to slow down…” she winced and pressed the side of her temple, “Hang on. I need to take this.”

Allan felt his stomach drop as she stood to answer the call. He opened the box and stared at the ring in shock.

Lily turned around and pressed a mute button on a small handheld remote, “I’m so sorry Allan. Let’s have a serious conversation later.”

Allan wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find any words before Lily had already exited the lobby. The waiter then returned with a bucket of ice and a corkscrew.

“Would you like me to wait for your lady friend to return before I pop the cork?”

“No.” he shook his head with a heavy sigh, “Go ahead. And can you bring me the check?”

“Yes, sir.” the waiter nodded, “Would you like some boxes too?”

“No thanks.” Allan hung his head low in defeat, “I’ve lost my appetite.”


Chapter One: The Guild (from Conquest: A #LitRPG Story)

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In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void. And the Leviathan was upon the face of the deep: the darkness that doth corrupt all life and desireth to obliterate all light…

– Methuselah 3:1 –

With his guild gathered, Allan Young pressed firmly on his right temple and brought up his HUD. As the leader of his guild, his profile @Hellekith was infamous inside the game DarkForce. He quickly divvied out the tasks that would help them succeed in their quest based upon the skill level of each player. The massive fortress of Atlantis had been overrun by the Creed of Nephilim, and it was their solemn duty to take the fortress back by force and restore the throne to its rightful heir.

“@Vragyth16, report!” he whispered through the comm.

“Sir, our battering ram is in place.” he responded.

“Any sign of the Creed?”

“None, sir.”

Allan used his bio signature scanner to check their surroundings. It was a bit unnerving that they stood at the foot of the massive gate, but there was no sign of the Creed for miles. All of their previous raids and quests had been met with severe resistance and a lot of bloodshed.

This is too easy. Something’s not right.

“@Gihr5,” he instructed, “Go check the gate.”

“Yes sir.”

He felt somewhat guilty. @Gihr5 was still a noob to the game, which meant he usually served as their pissboy. If he were killed at the beginning of the quest, as was quite common, he would have to trek all the way back from his spawning point. This often meant that he would miss the entire quest and would be unable to gain any XP, let alone level up.

Oh well. He’s a good sport about it.

@Gihr5 approached the gate cautiously with his plasma rifle drawn. He tapped at the gate with the tip of his gun and relaxed his pose, relieved that it wasn’t protected with a force field.

“All’s clear!” he waved.

Allan caught a strange movement out of the corner of his eye. Just a few feet away from @Gihr5’s position, a flaming sword suddenly appeared to be hovering in mid-air.

“Watch out!” he called, but it was too late.

They’re cloaked!

The hooded creature withdrew the blade from @Gihr5’s body and let it crumple to the ground.

Allan instinctively drew his own sword and swung around, his blade clashing with the parry of an invisible blow. The cloak dissipated, revealing the towering figure of another hooded minion of the Leviathan. His Augmented Vision then alerted him to a large number of the Creed spawning in various locations all around them.

We’re surrounded!

Allan attacked with his signature strike, killing the wraith in a single blow. He doubled back, and activated the battering ram in haste. Unfortunately, two of his guild members had failed to move out of the way and were battered to death.

Shit! I’m sure I’ll get an earful from them later.

Three more wraiths came galloping toward him on their steeds. He closed the gap quickly in a sprint, throwing one of his massive shoulder pads into the side of the beast. Startled by the forceful impact, the horse reared up on its hind legs and the wraith fell off of his mount. With a swift stroke, Allan beheaded the hooded creature.

The other two wraiths came galloping back, but Allan was ready for them. With a wide swing, he severed the front legs of both horses. The whinny from each sounded more like screams as they each crumpled to a halt and sent their riders flying in the air. He made quick work of each wraith, and then returned to the screaming horses to put them out of their misery.

The mechanical ram continued to batter relentlessly at the steel-reinforced gate while the chaos surrounded them from all sides. The comm channel was overwhelmed with expletives as the battle raged on.

This quest was sheer suicide!

After destroying another wraith, Allan ducked behind the battering ram for cover and pulled up his guild’s stats on his HUD.

“Damn it.” he murmured under his breath.

Nearly half of his guild of 20 had already been killed. The casualties were too large to carry our their quest, and there was no way the other half of his guild would make it back in time from each of their spawning points. He had to make a difficult decision – one he’d never had to make before, and it would ruin his reputation.

He took a deep sigh and activated the comm, “Retreat! I repeat, everyone fall back!”

@BlondeWarrior made a sideways glance at him after she cut down another wraith of the Creed. The look on her face said it all.

She’s pissed.

She frowned indignantly, and then pressed on her right temple. In a flash of light, she disappeared.

Parrying another blow, he watched the radar on his HUD as the signature of each member of his guild logged out and disappeared. Swinging a final strike, his sword sliced cleanly through the torso of his attacker. He pressed on his right temple again and swiped his hand to the right. A box appeared:


No wonder she was pissed.

He also knew they were leaving their battering ram behind – which meant that hundreds of logged hours of looting and plundering to obtain the necessary funding was about to go to waste. Allan sighed heavily, and aborted the quest they had prepared so much for.

He quickly swiped past the end game credits, not wanting to see how poorly his entire guild had fared. Landing in the lobby, he cringed to see @BlondeWarrior waiting for him impatiently with her arms crossed over her scantily-armored chest.

“What the hell?” she seethed, “Why’d you abort? You and I alone could have brought the Creed down to their knees.”

Allan shook his head, “The quest was compromised. We had already lost more than half of our guild.”

“Compromised, my ass.”

“I had already delegated the assignments…”

“You know what your problem is?” she interrupted, “Shit happens. You gotta just roll with the punches.”

He knew she was right, but he just didn’t have time to come up with multiple scenarios anymore.

“You’re getting soft.” her avatar’s eyes bore into his with scrutiny, “What’s your problem lately, anyway? You always seem distracted.”

“If you must know,” he smiled, “I’m proposing tonight.”

“I’m flattered!” she teased, “Seriously though, who’s the lucky girl?”

“My girlfriend Lily.” his eyes lit up, “We’ve been together for three years now.”

“Jeez,” she whistled, “That’s a long time. The longest relationship I’ve ever had was a month at best.”

“It’s not a relationship when you’re getting paid for your services.” Allan smirked.

She smiled wickedly, “At least now I know why you keep turning me down for in-game services. I was beginning to think you were some kind of purist.”

“No.” he laughed, “I just can’t afford your rates.”

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Prologue: Shadows of Darkness (from Conquest: A #LitRPG Story)

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The voices in his mind were barely a whisper now, but they were always present. It had taken him hundreds of years to subdue them, and he feared that his true intentions would soon be discovered. Though Timur Demyan had long ago yielded up his soul unto the Leviathan, he still followed his own agenda while he fulfilled the will of his Master.

Timur hid in the shadows of the park, slipping through the darkness from one shadow to the next. His prey walked quickly with eyes darting to each side like a bird weary of predators. A frantic look of desperation was plastered over the other man’s unshaven face as he flipped open an antiquated cell phone.

“Come on…” he heard Jason Bridger murmur to the phone as he approached the fountain, “Answer already!”

“Allan, this is Jason. I know we haven’t spoken in a long time, but I need your help. I’ve stumbled across some disturbing information that involves one of your firm’s clients. I need to speak with you in private immediately. As soon as you get this, meet me on the east side of Buckingham Fountain. There’s little time.”

The instant Jason ended the call, Timur stepped out of the shadows, “Indeed, you have very little time.”

Jason spun around with his concealed pistol cocked and ready, “Back off, old man!”

“Ah,” Timur limped forward with his cane in his crippled right hand while he brandished a handgun with his left, “Not until you return what belongs to me.”

“I’m not letting you get away with this.” Jason shook his head adamantly.

“This scene is all too familiar.” Timur chuckled as he cocked his handgun and aimed, “This is exactly how your colleague died.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Jason pulled the trigger. Timur fell backwards with the sudden impact that hit him in the face. Seconds later a strange greenish glow surrounded his body, and then he disappeared. Jason’s eyes grew wide, and then a bullet ripped through his abdomen. And then another through his chest. Clutching the wounds, he absently dropped his pistol as he fell to his knees.

Timur reappeared from another shadow and the strange glow around his body began to dissipate. He approached with a silencer affixed to the tip of his handgun and picked up the old thumb drive that had fallen out of Jason’s hand.

“As I said earlier, you indeed have very little time.” Timur sneered as he placed the tip of his handgun against Jason’s forehead, “And I might add, your friend Allan has very little time as well.”


My #LitRPG Story

Good morning everyone! My name is Aleric Elos, and I am the author of The SciFan™ Universe series. The first in my planned five-book series, Conquest: A LitRPG Story, is set to be released on Amazon on June 1st 2017. I anticipate that it will become an Amazon Bestseller from day one, as I have more than 100 pre-orders already in queue! Go grab your pre-order copy for only 99 cents at:


Get ready for a story unlike any you have ever read before. Set in the near-distant future, players of the Augmented Reality game DarkForce are unaware that the game creator CyberBolt Entertainment is led by a man who hasn’t aged in nearly 500 years. This man is Tamerlane – the same central Asian nomad warrior who believed himself to be the rightful heir to the empire of Genghis Khan. He was a self-made warlord who carved out a vast kingdom through conquest and genocide. Now known as Timur Demyan, his soul has been consumed by an ancient darkness called the Leviathan which has given him immortality. His company CyberBolt Entertainment is now the largest Augmented Reality gaming platform in the entire industry. Every human on planet Earth has either undergone voluntary surgery to receive Augmented Reality surgical implants to give players the ability to access the game DarkForce, or have otherwise been secretly injected with similar gamma ray nano-technology via immunizations.

As the story unfolds, Lily Thatcher is an undercover NSA Agent who discovers that CyberBolt’s infamous technology has a sinister motive. The popular game DarkForce features the World of Zion which has been plagued by the destructive will of the Leviathan for centuries. What gamers don’t know is that the World of Zion actually exists, and the Leviathan has fed off of the souls of men and his fodder has become scarce. The beast now turns to Earth with an insatiable hunger. Only when Lily levels up to discover a divine inner power can she challenge Earth’s Apocalyptic Fate.

Over the next several weeks, I’ll be posting chapters daily for your entertainment in the manner of a Web Novel. Read them while they are up, because all but the first 6 chapters will be taken down on May 31st in preparation for the official release on Amazon!