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Chapter 112 - Working off Some Anger

The more Blake stewed over his current situation, the more angry he became. He grasped his spear tightly and squeezed the wood between his fists as he stomped from the office.

What the hell is wrong with her? Is she trying to destroy our faction? She even told people the video could be misleading, and she published it anyway!

Blake stormed from the faction hall, past the ring of campers, and toward the fires in the distance. Roger and his laborers planned to work through ...

Chapter 111 - Progress

They look exhausted.

As the diesel truck slowly approached their new faction town, Blake could see his town’s defenders from atop the cab. Spread across the ground, outside the ring of campers, were vast piles of corpses. 

Next to the mounds, his four defenders struggled to defeat a single large Ursa. Their movements were slowed from exhaustion, and their attacks feeble. Jeremy did his best to pin the monster from behind, but was unsuccessful. Jimmy attempted to la...

Chapter 110 - To the Rescue

Blake stood atop the cab of his converted diesel truck as it puttered through the streets of Eager. Behind him, the truck bed was full of medical supplies, canned food, and spices they had scavenged. Attached to the truck was a twenty-eight-foot camper, filled with twelve survivors they had rescued over the last hour and a half. 

He shook his head at the small number.

So many people are going to die because they won’t come with us.

As they slowly weaved throu...

Chapter 109 - Monsters for Breakfast

Blake scratched at the open gash on his arm while he waited for the scheduled meeting with his chancellors. As much as he hated it itching as it healed, he had purposefully allowed himself to be injured within the Tiefling scenario in order to increase his mastery over Focused Regeneration. 

Only three percent remained before he could evolve the spell. He hoped to alter his chi ability so it worked on others before morning. While he did have a few healing potions with him, those wo...

Interlude - Combat Teams

“Remember you two, stick close so we can protect you,” Antonio ordered before he strode forward through the grass field.

You’re a freakin’ weekend warrior paper pusher.

Captain Jeremy Jackson seethed on the inside, but kept his outward expression neutral as he pushed around a large clump of feathery grass. “Yes, sir.”

He glanced over to Sergeant Lee and slapped the man across the chest with his spear. “Lee,” he hissed. “Wipe that expression off you...

Chapter 108 - Expanding Outward

Blake yawned and wiped the sleep from his eyes as he stomped down the stone stairs to the faction hall’s basement. When he reached the cell that held Major Dominguez and his command staff, he opened the door.

“Time to go.”

Two people jerked awake at his words, while two others had to be prodded. It was dawn, and Blake wanted to get an early start on his next expansion town. Monsters would appear in a day, and he needed to have a third faction hall fully constructed before th...

Chapter 107 - Seeing Through

Blake sat in the passenger seat of a diesel truck and explored the new social media feature as their convoy slowly travelled back to Pinetop. The caravan was a medley of diesel trucks towing camper trailers or flat beds, stuffed full of people and their belongings. 

It had taken an extra two hours to locate and collect the towed campers, but the amount of time they would save for future trips made it worth it. Blake calculated, with the addition of the travel trailers, only a singl...

Chapter 106 - The Escort

Blake navigated the narrow forest road north of Payson in his converted diesel truck. He intended to meet with Jessica hours prior, but it had taken him far longer than he expected to reach the expansion town, and he was anxious to collect his charges and return to Pinetop.

Stupid Jennifer.

He gripped the steering wheel and allowed the frustration to wash over him. 

Such a waste of time!

Once he invited her, her cameraman, and the pilot to his fa...

Interlude - Advertisement

“President Warner has not only declared martial law nation-wide, but has urged Governors, Mayors, and others in positions of power to form factions through the Collective. Despite this advice, the president has so far remained silent on how to gain the billion nano required to form a faction.”

Jennifer Taylor continued to smile as she transmitted video live through the interface. Despite still being imprisoned, her time was not wasted. She had spent hours learning how to utilize the...

Chapter 105 - Rescue

“You mean Jennifer Taylor?” Blake clarified.

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Who else would I be talking about?”

“How do you know she needs help?” he asked.

“Because she messaged me, duh.” Oliver’s breath was finally recovered. He strolled into the room and plopped himself down in a seat. “She said she’s been stuck in the Show Low jail cell since you left her, and you’re not answering your messages.”

“Blake, we owe her,” Donna reminded him.

Chapter 104 - First Steps

Blake rested on the couch in his mother’s office, one of the few items that survived his temper an hour before. While he lounged, she summarized the events he missed over the last twenty-four hours while he conversed with the Architect.

“So far, about eight hundred people from the Apache Nation have arrived here since your speech yesterday. They’re still getting settled into the bunkhouses with their belongings, but I’ve invited all of them to the faction.” Donna took a breath...

Prologue - Growth Issues

Rajesh Kshetrapal stared at the tomb of his family, the structure that used to be his dormitory. Smoke billowed from the collapsed building, like a pyre for those lost within. The catastrophe that happened on Invasion Day, less than twenty-four hours ago, was so unlikely, he could still hardly believe it occurred.

He closed his eyes and the bulk of the falling helicopter loomed in his memory. Felled by the loss of electricity, it obliterated his building. The crash itself was bad enough...

Book 2 News and Stat Page

Hello all!! Book 1 is now finished, and I have moved on to Book 2! There will be no delay between books, I will continue to post new chapters as soon as they are written. I have also included here a list of Blake's stats so you can reference them if needed. I know I don't list them often, as I get annoyed by authors who fill chapters with nothing but stat blocks or spell descriptions.

Lord Blake Summers, Scion of Humanity, Ambassador to the Architect

Combat Classi...

Epilogue - Dreams

Zeleck seethed in anger as he stood over the laborers while they chopped wood. Yet again, he regretted his reckless honesty.

Why did I tell Lord Galrod anything? I should have kept my mouth shut!

Six months before, he had woken from what he thought was a prophetic dream. It was so real, he felt as if it had actually taken place. In his foolishness, he had immediately detailed the events to his faction leader. 

Throughout the tale, Lord Galrod grew increasingly ...

Chapter 103 - Failure

Blake’s eyes widened, and his heart hammered within his chest.

“WHAT?!” He roared and attempted to rise, yet his limbs refused to work. “Why would you do that?” he demanded and struggled against the Architect’s control over his body.

The AI tisked, and then the unnatural grin returned. “By your own account, your species failed. Why would I waste another ten years, when I already know the end result?”

“We didn’t fail! You failed us,” Blake accus...

Chapter 102 - The Architect

Blake took a deep breath and tried to picture his mother’s disappointment if he lost composure. He slowly released his breath and continued his well rehearsed speech.

“How do I know all of this? Because I have already lived through it before. I’ve somehow traveled back in time to before Invasion day so I can warn you all of what will come. The Architect is intent on …”

As he spoke, he saw the reflection of a swirling red portal appear within the mirror his mother hung on...

Interlude - Invasion Day

President Warner stood in front of the urinal. He was glad he had the room to himself for once, it would be the only break he would get between briefings. He had consumed far too much coffee in an effort to keep him awake.

Damn prostate. Damn kid. I should be golfing.

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open, and his aide rushed in.

“Damnit, Jeffrey!” he admonished the help. “I told you, not while I’m in the bathroom!”

“Sorry, mister President,” he...

Chapter 101 - The Race

“Wait, it’s leaving!” Jordan shouted, which prompted everyone to look at the sky.

Everyone but Oliver congregated outside in the shade and passed the sniper rifle between themselves. For the last six hours, they took shots at the craft until they ran out of ammo. His brother sequestered himself in his workshop after Blake refused to allow him a turn. In response, he huffed off and stated he had more important things to work on. 

Jordan snarked that Oliver’s healing po...

Discord Reminder + New Patreon Tier

Hello all,

There will be a very large chapter release today (unless things go horribly wrong with editing) It is currently 4,200 words long, and finishes with Invasion Day.

I would like to remind you guys about Discord access. It is very active, and has a wide range of discussions that you are missing out on. For example, I posted pictures of the TR-3b UAP, as well as the real patent filed at the patent office for it. Yes, there is a patent for it. No, that doesn't mean it's r...

Chapter 100 - Conspiracy Theories

Blake was exhausted. 

The government had bombed them throughout the night, with only an hour or so break between rounds. Each time he drifted off to sleep, he was quickly awakened by a harsh blast. Now, he lay in his bunk half awake, unable to enter a full sleep, as his eyes strayed to the glass window.

Suddenly, the sky lit up as if it were day. The resulting explosion was so loud, he felt the bed beneath him vibrate. He waited for the motion to stop.

It did not.

Subscription Price Increase

Hello all, I have decided to raise the price back to $5. I originally lowered it because I was concerned that I would not be able to keep up the pace of releases over the holidays. That did not happen, and I am currently in a writing frenzy. (Hopefully another chapter release this afternoon!)

Book 1 SHOULD only have five chapters left, one of which is an interlude, and an epilogue. That may change depending on how long-winded I am, but I will continue to release them here the momen...

Chapter 99 - Negotiations

Blake ignored the radio for six hours. He was not sure if they tried to contact him while it was offline, but a full day had passed, and they had yet to reach out. He reclined with the microphone in his hand on the comfortable couch in his mother’s office alongside the rest of the small town’s population as they held yet another meeting with Jessica.

“Most families have now arrived and are settling in. They aren’t too happy with their accommodations, but understand it is a tempo...

Chapter 98 - Stalling Tactics

“Your hair looks ridiculous.” Oliver commented as Blake entered his mother’s office.

In the two hours since he secured his new hostages, he had cleaned the blood, sweat, and soot from his body, as well as eaten.

Blake ran a hand through his half charred, chin length locks as he relaxed into the padded couch and shot his brother an irritated look. It had been over six months since he last had it cut, and it had grown far longer than he intended. He had been so busy since he r...

Chapter 97 - Large Explosions

Despite Blake’s faith in the shield, he flinched as the munitions fell, and released the breath he did not realize he held. The iridescent dome above him shimmered opaquely over a two hundred foot area. 

Donna Summers: Blake, that brought the shield down to seventy percent. It’s climbing again, but not as fast as before.

That’s not good.

Lord Blake Summers, Scion of Humanity: I think it’s because the...