Watcher's Test: A LitRPG Saga (Life in Exile Book 1)

✍ Scribed by Sean Oswald

• Book ID: 110539820
• Publisher: Aethon Books
• Year: 2020
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 378 KB
• Series: Life in Exile 1
• Category: Fiction
• ASIN: B08594L5X1

✦ Synopsis

This isn’t a game. This is his new life.
Dave has been wandering through life for a long time. His day job bores him and he never seems to be able to meet his family’s expectations. The only escape he’s ever had is his love of MMORPG’s.
But when he becomes the subject of a test without even knowing it, he’s portaled into a game-world called Eloria with no way out. It’s a frequent daydream of his, however, in none of those dreams did his wife and daughter ever accompany him.
Now, Dave must balance protecting his family with exploring his dream… oh, and trying to stay alive. Monstrous beasts roam Eloria, worst of all, an undead army led by the vile Death Knight.
He’ll have to adapt fast and learn to cooperate if he hopes to make a new home for his family. And just maybe, along the way, he’ll find out why they’re living a life in exile.

“What do you mean? I felt a summons, some sort of widely broadcast call throughout different planes of reality. I have spent the better part of the last millennia searching for the source of this signal. You must be doing something.” Tensing again, the Watcher began to speak with anger, “And I will brook none of your deceit.”

Carefully schooling the smirk which he felt, the Condemned raised himself up, pushing out on his long-faded aura. “Righteous indignation will not accomplish anything, nor is it correctly directed, for I did nothing to call you to this place.”

As he spoke, the Watcher examined him more closely, noting the way his presence was blurred and everything about him was indistinct as a shadow, or more like the face one knows well but is covered by just enough darkness to mute every defining feature, leaving one’s mind to fill in the details. Taking not only the visual perceptions but utilizing senses possessed by none but his kind, the Watcher studied closely. Then he realized that as improbable as it was for one of the Condemned’s ilk, he must be speaking the truth. This feeble being was no longer able to project a simple thought from his prison, let alone the clarion call across the multiverse that had echoed in the Watcher’s mind.

Silence reigned as these two ancient beings stood mere feet apart, staring deeply and taking each other’s measure. The Watcher lingered in his silence, struggling with an uncertainty that he had never before known. The Condemned remained silent because he was, in this moment, a salesman and as every good salesman knows: after you’ve made your pitch, it’s time to sit still because the next one to speak, loses.

In the end, it should come as no surprise that the Watcher spoke next. He had, after all, come here to be sold, even if he couldn’t admit it to himself. “So, if you didn’t call me, then why am I here?” he said, vocalizing the question resounding within his mind.