Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 3
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
“Alright, let’s see what it has to offer. But just for a couple of hours. I have to catch up with you guys if I want any pay raise this century.”
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I parked myself on the couch, sighing after re-installing my VR console where it belonged in - my TV stand, in my living room, not Amy’s. Putting my feet up the coffee table, I lowered the glasses over my face, its soft edges pressing against my cheekbones and forehead, isolating me in the darkness for a moment. With a voice command, I willed the console on and light inundated my vision.
The VR glasses took the whole field of my vision and all I could see was its main screen. A soft theme song played on my earphones as I got myself re-acquainted with the whole shebang. I moved my hand around, watching the cursor following it. It was strange and awesome at the same time.
First things first - I deleted Amy’s user. It didn’t matter if she had a bunch of games already paid for (probably with my credit card). I didn’t need to be reminded of her hypocrisy.
Secondly, I opened my own user and my inbox. It was, as expected, overflowing with old promotions. I selected them all but the first and deleted them, clicking the only email I left unspoiled. Its title read what I already expected.
Marc sent you a gift! Click here to receive it.
I followed the instructions, clicking on the download link and letting the internet do its job. As The Completionist downloaded, I tabbed to the messenger within the console, waving my hand to click on Marc’s name.
It was a strange thing to be back within the VR experience. I’d wave my hand around and the cursor would follow my movements even if I was not seeing the hand properly. A flick of my fingers would click, a swipe motion would send notifications away. But even with all that, the immersion was still something I could not get my head around. I’d always be aware that I was still sitting on my couch. Before Amy came around and I watched the first porns within VR, I still had to use my own hand to get the stimulation I desired.
A part of me was skeptic - and I knew that part had a lot to do with Amy. That part said a guy had to be desperate to jerk off with only the stimulation the VR sent to his brain.
Another part of me, the part I knew was just me, couldn’t wait to try it out.
“Downloading the game. Thanks, man,” I voice-typed.
Unsurprisingly, his answer came a moment later. “You’re gonna love it. VR for the win!”
I chortled. “Still unsure about how convincing this game will look like. Is it this good?”
“If you had played The Conqueror as I told you to, you’d know better than to question the power of immersive porn.”
“I’ve had immersive porn. They were great, but not all that.”
“Man. You didn’t have the chip. Remember? You got it with The Conqueror.”
Oh, yeah. The chip. The Conqueror game became the leader of the VR revolution with the launching of this super-immersive technology. Something in the chip made everything completely different. I may have forgotten about that.
“Stop being such a skeptic. Believe in the power of tits!”
With a beep, a small notification popped up on the corner of my screen. Shaking my head as I laughed of Marc’s true faith in the game, I clicked the notification open.
The Completionist is ready to play. Additional packages will be downloaded as long as the software is active.
Not bad. This way, I wouldn’t have to wait for the too-many gigabytes to download before I could play it. I flickered my fingers over it, allowing the game to load.
The slightest electric current massaged my scalp, and every single hair in my body stood up. My vision went black and there was no glint of light even if I blinked and forced my eyes to adjust.
A strange sensation took me - my feet were not grounded anymore. I was sure I was floating, my limbs lighter than I’ve ever felt them. I ordered my hand up, shaking it in front of my face, but I couldn’t see it. I could barely feel it.
I swallowed, my heart palpitating as time stretched in the darkness. I wondered if getting stuck in-game was still a thing - I’ve heard about some people years back, but never really checked if the rumors had any truth to them. A moment later, a blue light flickered to my left. I turned to watch it floating around me, leaving a trail of neon blue. It disappeared and as I blinked, the words The Completionist were written in the dark space enclosing me.
With another blink of an eye, I had a body once more. I was standing in a dimly lit, empty room that certainly was not in my house anymore. I lifted my hands to my face, glad to see them answering to my command. But they were not the same pair of hands I was used to. Looking down, I gasped, surprised to see I now had a six-pack and toned arms. It surely was both strange and amazing to be in a body like that without having to spend hours in a gym.
Dropping my hands, I let myself look around, analyzing the darkish room I was in. The wooden walls discerned it as more of a shack than a house, poorly furnished and cold. The only light came from a lantern by one of the corners of the table. Over a decrepit table, I could see a number of objects. Shivering, I approached, stretching my hand to what seemed to be a dark tunic. As I hovered my hand over it though, the word Warlock floated over my fingers. I pulled my hand back slowly, watching the other objects with a raised brow.
Set with the dark tunic, there was an old book with a jeweled skull pierced to its leather cover. Beside it, a gray, hooded tunic with a staff that more seemed like a tree branch. As I hovered my hand over it, the word Wizard floated over my fingers. There was also a set of daggers with the word Thief over it, along with a nice black jacket and I eyed it for a long moment, mostly because of the dark, leathery coat that would look amazing. But if there was one thing I knew about myself was that I’d be a terrible thief.
Finally, I reached my hand towards a simple linen tunic and a sheathed sword. It was plain, nothing to write home about, typical level-1 item, the word Knight flickering above it. I could’ve clicked over each class to see which attribute was stronger in each one but I already knew it from the beginning. I’ve always been a knight, be it a dark knight or a paladin, the idea of fighting for what I believed held great appeal to me. I didn’t even think about the fact I was probably going to freeze my balls off in that shirt; I just grabbed it.
You’re choosing the class: Knight. Are you sure?
I selected the button that had “yes” written over it.
You cannot change the class later.
I side-smiled, selecting “I am sure”. I expected something to happen, but nothing did, so I pulled the shirt over my head and fastened the belt around my hips, the sword weighing against my thigh. I paused my hand over the pommel, suddenly curious about what would the game do if I tried to choose one of the other classes now.
But the clothes were there no more - the table clean and bathed in the orange light of the lantern. I chuckled, turning to the door.
Outside, I expected to see an expanse of grass, twinkling under starlight. Even if my tunic was too thin, the cold was not bothering me anymore. I wished to find myself a river and drink some of its water. See what I could slash and what I couldn’t. I liked to test this kind of thing.
But the vision before me as I stepped out of the shack was certainly not the beautiful scenario games usually introduced their new players to. There was grass indeed, and starlight. But not that far in the distance, there was a city.
And it was on fire.
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I sprinted, holding the sword by my side so it wouldn’t hit my leg as I ran. I could see a forest to my right that went far and wide to the horizon and, behind the city, further up and among the trees, what looked like a hill with some kind of castle above it. I squinted but couldn’t make it out among the shadows of the night.
The city had some two and three stories stone buildings, but the majority was made of wood, now ablaze. I frowned, wondering what the hell was this game - an erotic one, at that - up to. Amid flames, a shadow crossed the sky above the city. I could hear the screams as I hastened my steps, thankful for the stamina the game clearly boosted.
I directed my steps to the entrance, from where a couple ran in my direction. The man’s face was contorted in fear as he looked over a shoulder. The woman covered her eyes with her hands, tears staining her face. From the look of their monochrome, they were innocent villagers running from whatever set the place on fire. I pulled my sword, the sound of the metal swishing through the air making my heart pump.
A shadow crossed the nearest wall mid-air. I looked up, waiting for some kind of bird or monster. A hippogriff maybe.
But that was when I saw my first pair of perfect boobs in-game.
The flying creature was a freaking woman. Scaled purple wings batted as she landed some feet to me, grinning. Her wavy, blond hair reflected the light of the fire that devoured the house beside us by the road, her strands falling smoothly over her shoulders. She wore a tight black dress that ended just under her crotch, the material so thin I could perfectly see the marks of her nipples over the round mounds of her breasts. The dress was so short, in fact, that I was impressed it wasn’t riding up her hips already. She paused her hands over her hips, catwalking closer to me.
If it weren’t for the pair of horns and the long ears, I would definitely say she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. But now— hottest demon? She had long canines, but not long enough for a vampire.
She batted long lashes at me, cocking her head. “Such an easy prey,” her voice was music as she mused. “I could probably eat you whole before you stopped drooling.”
I jerked out of my fantasies, my dick suddenly disinterested. “What the hell are you?” I clutched my sword between my hands, raising the blade between us.
She licked her bottom lip. “Your doom.”
I shivered, aroused and terrified at the same time. Another set of screams rose from the street behind her.
“I love to hear you humans scream,” she groaned, her hands slowly running from her hips to cup her amazing breasts. “It makes me so freaking hot.”
I breathed in and out, trying to focus on slashing a hot demoness. If I didn’t, I was sure I’d quickly find out how dying felt like in here. I turned the grip over between my palms, the weight reminding me - it was a game. I was supposed to be in control.
She took a step in my direction, letting her hands fall from her boobs. I swung the sword and she laughed, taking another step. My heart thundered as I swished it once more.
She grinned, pointy teeth pressing against her lip. “Poor thing. Do you even know how to use that?” She stretched her neck, touching it with long nails. “Here. You must cut my head off.” I took a step back, and she laughed so hard her shoulders shook. “Oh my. That’s boring. Guess I’ll just kill you and go back.”
That’s boring.
“You’re so fucking boring, Aaron.”
I gritted my teeth, seething. With a guttural yell, I lifted the sword and before she could widen her eyes I put the blade down in a diagonal motion.
I frowned, catching my breath. I was sure my blade cut her straight through her neck. I expected her head to drop or blood to spill on me but the demoness just stared with wide eyes for a moment. Then her body fell to her knees and dropped chest-down against the road.
I shivered for a moment - that was bizarrely real even without blood. Numbers appeared above her back as if smoke, but I was focused on the notification by the corner of my vision as a tingle ran up my spine.
You leveled up! 1 > 2
I smiled to myself. So all I had to do was behead hot demon girls in realistic ways and I’d level up and get stronger. I glanced at the body lying by my feet as I walked around her and down the road. No blood stained the blade of my sword. I sighed, satisfied. At least they’d save me from pools of blood.
But this got me thinking. I couldn’t wait to see how realistic sex was.
2
I followed the road, turning a corner in an abandoned building. Smoke rose from its windows, but I turned from it to take a look at what looked like the main square. It was better paved than the road I came in. There was a fountain in the middle of it and some benches, a tall building with an impressive tower on the opposite side from where I stood. If I were to bet, I’d say it was a church, or whatever this game took for a religion. Some houses around the square were also on fire, illuminating the place.
The battered ground was littered with corpses.
My heart rate picked up, even though the rational side of my brain told me they were not real corpses. They were pixels taking the form of corpses, but not real, living human beings with dreams and quirks lying dead under the stars. It was quite the scene either way. Necks were turned the wrong way, some had their skins dark with burns. Some limbs so crooked I diverted my gaze.
A yell caught my attention as a woman darted from inside a house. Her dull dress had been burnt by the fire dancing behind her. After her, another demoness followed, the same hungry grin the one that attacked me had.
This one sported tiny leather shorts and a leather top that could barely keep her huge tits from overflowing. Her golden hair spilled down from her shoulders down her waist, swishing from side to side as she took each step as if she was a top model walking down a catwalk. I watched her chest bouncing slightly, mesmerized by what this game created - tits like those were not available in real life, that was for sure.
The demoness stretched her wings as she caught sight of me, blinking her long lashes as she changed target to approach me. I clenched my teeth, holding my sword hard between my hands, but my gaze was completely focused on her bouncing breasts.
I know. I looked like a teenager. But Marc had been right - those boobs were out of this world.
She was ten feet from me when another form jumped over her, screaming their heads out. I jumped up and away, watching the newcomer take the demoness down and, sitting over her hips, raise a sword above her head, bringing it down as the demoness hissed. The sound of blade cutting through flesh made me shiver.
After a moment, the killer stood up, turning to me slowly. “You either kill them or you run away, alright?” Her face was scrunched up as she bared her teeth at me. There was something in her eyes that edged contempt.
And she was so freaking beautiful.
From what I could see, the newcomer was some kind of gladiator or warrior. She wore a leather skirt with high boots, lined with fur, as well as a dark top, also lined with fur. Her brownish-red hair was sexily disheveled, as if she did that on purpose, a long strand falling between her round boobs. Her arms were defined, as were her long, muscled legs, and she held up her sword with the skill of someone who’s killed one too many. She blinked big green eyes at me for a moment before she surveyed the square and turned around to go.
“Wait,” I breathed, stepping up to her. She stopped, her gaze so intent on me I had to clear my throat to ask. “What the hell is happening?”
She motioned to the demoness at her feet. “Demon attack, can’t you see?” She paused a hand over her hip, her eyes scanning me. She had those cute freckles over her nose, her cheeks orange with the firelight. “Are you a knight?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, forcing myself to stand straighter. “Aaron. At your service.”
What.
I was so freaking stupid. I ground my teeth before I could say any other stupidity, hoping she wouldn’t find me half as an idiot as I found myself.
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Brianna…” My heart walloped. She analyzed me, probably calculating how long would I survive in that shit. I was still glad she was actually considering me when she tipped her plump, red lip up. “Alright. If you think you can handle, we could use another sword against these hell spawns.”
She turned and strode up the square. I followed right behind, using the moment to take a careful look at her amazing ass. The shorts ended just above the curve of her marvelous bottom, so I could catch a good glimpse of them with each step she took.
I thanked the video game gods. This was so much better than reality. Apart from the demon attack part, of course.
She pointed to a barricade close to what I believe was a church. “We’re checking the houses for civilians, then taking them to the Temple.” She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes roaming my body once more. “What level are you again?”
“Just a two. I’ve just leveled up.”
“Oh, so you’ve just spilled your first blood,” she grinned, and it was bright and huge and made my heart stoop. With that small gesture, her own face seemed to change. “Congratulations. You’ll probably level up some more tonight.” I tried to smile back, but she turned away before I could act on it. She directed us to the porch of a two-stories house, sword in hand. “Get ready to kill as soon as one of those bitches show up.”
