Hell's Glitch (LitRPG): Into a Dark Adventure by Belart Wright

Author:Belart Wright [Wright, Belart]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: BWright Publishing
Published: 2016-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

The world is a lie. Death is imminent.

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Now he was on edge wondering what the message even meant but had no time to contemplate it as Sedwin had veered off again, going down the other side of the hill at a gallop. Sam quickly followed suit, only slowing down when Sedwin himself had done so. Sedwin seemed to exercise more caution when they approached some sort of crumpling old structure made of yellow and brown brick. Whatever the place was in the past, someone had knocked it over really well. Not much of it was standing any more. Bricks were scattered everywhere, as far as Sam could see. There were also broken statues with all sorts of stony body parts strewn about. Sedwin seemed to be guiding him through what felt like a labyrinth. They had to take so many twists and turns to get through the place thanks to the bigger debris.

Sedwin halted to a stop once they reached what looked like an exit from the ruined half building.

“Something wrong?” Sam asked.

“No. Sorry, on we go!”

Sedwin marched outside and turned a corner where Sam could see a familiar snake totem in the center of the camp. In the far corner, saddled up near a wall, was a tall, broad, black and silver bearded mountain of a man. His hair fell all around him to his upper back and chest and was the same deep black with silver streaks as his beard. He was working diligently, hammering the hell out of a battle axe. His efforts were strong and focused with each blow from his hammer seeming so precise. The brown smock that covered his chest was so stained with sweat that Sam figured the man had worked for hours. He turned to Sedwin when he remembered what the man’s name was.

“So this Sir Barrington isn’t a bear?” he asked.

Sedwin’s muzzle went skyward and his teeth were bared as he laughed at Sam. His laughter only subsided once he saw that Sam was somewhat serious.

“No, no, no. You don’t get to be one of the world’s foremost craftsmen by having bear paws. What an absurd idea.”

Says the talking bear in silver armor who knows the word absurd, Sam thought to himself.

“But you said you were his apprentice, didn’t you?”

“I did, but I suppose that is overstating what I do now isn’t it. I do various tasks for Sir Barrington and protect him from harm. This armor helps me fight all manner of deadly forest creature for the master. Only, when I’m not in battle, Sir Barrington tries to find a use for me helping with his fine crafts.”

The smith stopped his hammering and finally looked at his two guests. His eyes bore down on them with nothing showing but utter contempt.

“Are you both going to chatter about, or explain to me why you’re loitering in my workshop?”

A workshop this is not, old man. More like an abandoned crack castle that you’re holed up in, Sam thought grimly to himself.

“Sir, apologies! We have come—”

“Silence creature.

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