Epsilon Shadow Gate: A Litrpg Novel by Ian Woodhead

Author:Ian Woodhead [Woodhead, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2017-08-12T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

+++ SERVER CAPACITY AT THIRTY-SIX PERCENT. SERVER SHIP NUMBER FOUR REPORTING SERIOUS MALFUNCTIONS. +++

“Stay right where you are, fellow-traveller! You have no domain over that path. Turn back right now and forget your quest.”

I'd been so consumed over my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed the terrain had altered. I now found myself in a narrow valley. The grey and black rocks at either side towered up like concrete skyscrapers and there, directly in front of me stood a diminutive middle-aged, black haired man, holding a two-headed axe.

“Hello, and who are you supposed to be? No wait, don't tell me. You're the guardian of the path or some such bollocks?”

“Turn back right now and forget your quest,” he repeated.

Oh great, another stupid NPC. This was all I needed. “Look, why don’t you do me a favour and bugger off, okay? I have enough on my plate without some annoying NPC getting under my feet.”

"How dare you confuse me for an empty head." He took a step closer to me and raised that nasty looking weapon a little higher. "I've a good mind to split your head in two for that insult. See if I don't."

"Cool your jets, man!" I said, taking a nervous step back. "I didn't mean anything by it. Look, I'm Alan. I'm new at this thing."

He lowered his axe. "I suppose I can forgive that," he replied. "If you have never traversed this arena, then you will not know that the Gameframe doesn't spawn NPCs close to the Stone Sea."

"Are you a Brael by any chance?" I could see from the low growling, the shakes and the glare that I'd just inadvertently insulted him again. I wondered if this was the moment when I'd need that bio-slate. I couldn't think of anything else in my inventory that would stop him and his war axe.

"Did your processing power dip to noob level before they uploaded you? Of course I'm not one of those fantasy freaks!" He puffed out his chest. “A proud member of the Krillonite race, as well you know. The first species the embryonic Gameframe incorporated into its server banks."

This joker actually sounded proud to be part of these idiots. “That's nice," I replied. "No offence, buddy, but are you really called Krillonites? It sounds like a can of insect repellent."

"We were the ones who helped to shape the core games," he said, ignoring my not so hidden barb. "The Gameframe brought computational power but it was us who added organic imagination. It was us who made this system live!"

"I'm happy for you, I really am but can you please move out of my way now?" The unease that I had felt when this individual had arrived wilted away. Despite the formidable looking war axe, this little man wasn't going to harm me. I'd met plenty of players like him before. Players who loved clogging up the IM boxes with their continuous boasting about their achievements. Players who had screaming fits when better players came

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