I want to post this here to see if there would be any interest in a story like this? I've already written it, so it would just have to undergo editing and, hopefully, just a few revises. If you would be interest in it, let me know. The name is this story would be Gamer Reborn.Chapter IThey say the butterfly effect states that one minor change is enough to alter the course of history. In the case of both my lives, I can trace what happened to be down to two events: Andrei Petrov surviving Afghanistan and my father growing a conscious.Andrei Petrov was a soldier in Soviet 40th Army. He was a nobody, a mere grunt that could have died without leaving a mark on the world. He nearly did just that, in 1988. His comrades managed to get him medical help just in time, but it was a close thing.After the fall of the Soviet Union, Andrei Petrov moved to the United States of America. It was in Hawaii that he met Mera Cyrus, the daughter of a wealthy real estate dynasty. Before Andrei's near dea

The huge Euphemia chapter I had planned for today got deleted,and since I'm in another country with an old laptop for work, I'm screwed. So instead, here's a chapter that I hope can convince you to read my story on Webnovel dot com called Strix. Under the same user name I have on this site***********AlaricSo this was true augmented reality? I touched one of the windows, feeling nothing but air, and it opened. The best way I could describe it was like a holo HUD, displayed in my vision. Dozens of apps were laid out for me, ranging from bank and credit union accounts to messaging services, to entertainment. It was like I had a portable computer with me, better and more flexible than any laptop."Linkers are connected to the Oracle System," Mireille explained. "You could say Oracle is the system that runs our society. Or the backbone of our it. That's why they're so hard to procure. Counterfeiting a linker and having it link to the Oracle System is nearly impossible. The few talented

This will be my final chapter not related to Arc Chronicles I think. We are now going to the end game, which should be next month or the month after this.After that, I think I might do a rewrite, because this one kind of got away from me... After all those chapters got deleted.If anyone is here, thanks for sticking with me so long!Prologue"Would you like anything to drink?" the old man offered kindly, speaking in English. "I have soda? Tea? Juice?"The young man shook his head. "Water.""Are you sure?""Yes, please.""Go get him a glass of water."The old man's secretary nodded her head. Once she left the conference room, the old man's gentile smile morphed. He looked hungry like he was a starving man staring at a steak."So, Mr. Lescheres. Is it true?"The younger man leaned back on the comfortable couch. The only thing separating them was a glass coffee table. "Would you believe me if I said it was?"The old man nodded. "Of course.""That's crazy.""Not at all. There is plenty o

I realized I never released this chapter. I was supposed to release this early, but it's been in my drafts for ages. After I get this out, it's back to the final arc.Chapter I When the end came for me, I died how I lived: in the hospital. I've always been sick, even as a child. When I was born, I suffered from complications. I don't know the scientific word for it, but, my immune system was compromised in laymen's terms. Some kind of autoimmune system disease. I couldn't tell you what it was called if you asked me, the word was long and probably had a Latin root. I spent most of my free time in the hospital. As a child, I was in and out of the hospital all the time. The only place I spent more time than the hospital was school and what a miracle that was. It was the only part of my life that felt somewhat normal and even then, I had missed so much school because of this cursed hospital. More than once, my mother cried for me, blaming herself. She had given me this weak body and sh

Euphemia"I think they're working against me. Not Daliah or Godfrey, but my ministers. Viceroys are supposed to be an extension of the emperor's rules in a given area. They were agents of his will, upholding the imperial laws of the empire. They acted in his stead, ruling in his name. So why do I have so many ceremonies? It seemed like every other day some new building was being opened. A ship was commemorating its maiden voyage. An anniversary of a great war won hundreds of years ago. There was always something."I'm not the one managing the city or the colony. I don't have time to see the overseeing the drafting of new law, nor am I being given a voice in it. The chambers of my government are being run without me, headed by the Vice Minister. The only part of the process I play any part in is giving imperial ascension so it could be put into law."Rachel nodded. "You think this is a deliberate move against you? Have you considered that it is all just coincidence?""At first, I thoug