A Litrpg and Gamelit Harem Adventure Bundle: (4 Novels) Read online

  A Litrpg and gamelit

  Harem Bundle

  Dave Austin

  A Litrpg and gamelit Harem Bundle Copyright © 2021 by Dave Austin. All Rights Reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Or both. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

  Saving the Online Fantasy Harem

  Space harem

  Beast Hunters

  How to survive in a Game?!

  Saving the Online Fantasy Harem

  Chapter I

  Nice. I had just been fired for something I didn’t do. Anger spread throughout my body as I tried to think of a solution. I was jobless, had rent to pay, and unfortunately, my landlord wasn’t the most patient person.

  The only good thing about being fired was that they had to pay me for the whole month plus an extra one. I had enough money for two months of rent, so I decided to buy a new game despite having no clue which one I wanted.

  Several games looked nice. However, one caught my attention. The cover was different from the usual fare. Instead of explosions, ships, monsters, or even an ancient city, the game had a single warrior woman on the cover. She had long dark hair, green eyes, and suntanned skin with a sprinkle of darker freckles on her face. She was wearing armor and although it covered more than half of her body, it didn’t hide her protruding breasts. I wondered if she was a character in the game or just a way to make people pick it up. On the back cover was a quote that said:

  “This game uses recent technology, and the experiences each player will have are vastly different from others. There are no hints, tricks, or cheats. Everyone makes their own path. We hope you enjoy the game. Have fun.”

  My friends were busy with their lives and it had been a while since I went on a date. I needed to occupy my head with something, and this game seemed to be the right choice. It had everything that I valued in a game: fighting, sex, good mechanics, several types of weapons, and a vast world to explore. It had been released just three weeks ago, so there was still a slight possibility of catching up with the strongest players.

  There was a guy in his mid-forties around the corner, staring at me. He wore the store uniform and wasn’t in good shape. He had dark circles under his eyes which stretched almost to the middle of his nose, wrinkled skin, and a few wrinkles on his face. It was the look of a man trapped in a grueling routine he could no longer handle. There wasn’t even sadness in his eyes, he just wished that the day would come to an end.

  He began walking toward me and as soon as he got closer, he tried to smile docilely. I noticed his mouth twitching as a curve emerged at its corners.

  “This-this game-game is special, you know? Its virtual reality is more-more-more in-depth than usual, and it has a real-life impact. We’ve had a lot of buyers lately,” he told me. The man stuttered a lot for someone who had such a grave voice.

  “What do you mean by real-life impact?” I asked. He had my attention, and my eyes were focused on him.

  “What happens-happens to you in the game affects your body in real-life. Not on a similar scale though, but you’ll feel some pain-pain, and you may even gain a few bruises. The game takes pride in being able to convey emotion, senses, smell, and touch in a way that resembles reality-real-reality. I’ve tried the game but I had to stop. My body is too fragile to handle-handle certain blows. I had to rest for a few days after that,” he replied, taking a few pauses to breathe.

  “You can die in the game?” I asked.

  I wanted to ask about in-game sex, but that was a conversation I didn’t want to have with him.

  “Yes-yes. It will hurt, and you can only start again after 24 hours. Your best choice is to find people that fight by your side. Fewer chances of dying, you know? You can modify-modify your voice to sound older. You’re 22 or 23, am I right?”

  “Yes, 22. Well, I’ll buy it.” It seemed like the game was calling to me, and I couldn’t ignore it.

  “Follow me. You won’t regret it. We only had a complaint and it was a guy whose character got so beat up he was full of marks-marks and bruises. I warned him, but he thought I was joking. Poor guy,” the man said and kept rambling about other stuff.

  The only problem with the game was its price, but I believed it would pay for itself in the long run. The name was quite simple, even cliché, but had a nice ring to it: Online Fantasy Harem. I followed him to the cashier and paid for the game. Luckily, I already had all the necessary materials like the VR glasses. I’d bought them a few months ago for another game, one that disappointed me a lot. I was hoping this one wouldn’t follow the same fate.

  My curiosity was at its peak. I couldn’t wait to start playing and lose track of time. In less than 20 minutes, I was home. I turned on my computer and went to get something to eat while it booted up so I could play without having to worry about hunger. I also went to the bathroom. I had been reading the instructions, and despite not telling me much, they said it was only possible to pause the game if the player was in a special house. If someone was inactive for more than 5 minutes during a raid or mission, the player would get a one-hour ban and would lose experience points. I also read different sites and forums to discover everything I could about the game. I found out that some people sold their items and weapons on a few shady sites and earned enough real money that they didn’t need a job. Well, that was the dream.

  I was ready. I sat in my comfortable black reclining chair and put on the VR glasses as the game started. I was slightly nervous but tried to convince myself that it was just a game. The truth was that I’d always been very competitive and didn’t like to lose, even when I barely knew how to play the game.

  Chapter II

  A bright blue light illuminated the screen and a confirmation prompt appeared.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to start the game? Yes or No?”

  I wasn’t able to use the microphone yet, so I pressed “Yes” and suddenly, I was taken to a world whose meadow seemed infinite, and whose sky was crystalline. I looked around. To the north, there was a mountainous terrain that stretched for miles and made it impossible to see what was beyond. To my right, to the east, a huge river dominated the landscape. The quiet surrounding it and its flow of deep and murky water didn’t give me any clue as I tried to figure out if it was safe to travel across. On the left and south sides, there was only one vast path toward nothing—or so I thought. There was so much tranquillity and silence. I took a few steps forward and felt some discomfort in my feet. I looked down and noticed that I was barefoot and walking over sharp-edged herbs.

  The combination of blue and green was a fleeting transience that was only interrupted by the appearance of another question.

  "Do you want to play in the fairly easy mode or the ultra-hard?"

  It didn’t take me more than two seconds to decide. I chose the ultra-hard option, and the idyllic world around me began to fall. The sky crumbled into a thousand pieces of ice that approached me at breakneck speed. I looked around but had nowhere to go. The frozen projectiles were getting closer and I sensed my end.

  My lips became dry and cracked, and I couldn’t even open my mouth. That wasn’t even the worst; my body froze, and my consciousness was screaming for
help while my feet seemed stuck to the ground. It was the end for me, and I was just waiting for the excruciating pain of that reality. I shouldn’t have chosen the most difficult option before learning the commands.

  I closed my eyes and waited for a minimally honorable death. I would have to wait for an hour before being able to play again, and it would be my fault. At the last second, I was teleported away from the ice. I watched from a distance as the ground collapsed and disappeared. In its place, there was only an empty hole. I couldn’t believe what happened. Was this part of the game, or did I have a guardian angel?

  I heard a whistle, almost like a sigh, coming from behind me. My heart skipped a beat. I turned around, and a few meters away from me stood a woman with long dark hair and almond-colored eyes. She was covered with a brown cloak. It was a stark contrast to the thin tissue that stretched from my chest to my knees, showing that I still had a lot of evolving to do before getting clothing similar to hers. The fact that I couldn’t see what was underneath her cloak sparked my curiosity. There was a slight eroticism allied with her character and it showed in the way she interlaced her fingers in her hair as she waited for me.

  I walked toward her, and the wind increased, making walking more difficult. I dragged myself, using all the strength I had left to get next to her. Then, I noticed that her ears were slightly pointy, and her tongue was larger than usual. I thought about what she could do with something like that, and in an instant, I had a raging boner. Those thoughts were sprawling through my mind and I had to stop. My avatar was reacting to my sudden changes, and it got harder to walk and talk. Fuck! The game was too realistic. I needed to calm down or I would have a serious problem when it came to a fight.

  She was licking her lips meekly as she watched me intently. After a brief act of courage, I finally got close to her. Her eyes glowed in a peculiar way, and I noticed she had a bow behind her. That was the beauty of games; nothing is easy, but anything is possible. Part of me still longed to see the girl on the cover of the game, although I was beginning to think she was just a myth. A deception perfectly positioned to trick those who wished to meet such a beautiful woman.

  “Finally,” she said, looking slightly annoyed. “I’m Nympha, and I’ll be your guide.”

  My microphone was now enabled so I was able to talk without using the keyboard. I apologized for the delay and asked her if she was the one who saved me. She answered me with a delicate nod. At last, she explained to me everything I needed to know about the game. From the rules—which were just something like "try not to die"—to the fact that with each level upgrade, I would get access to new weapons, new outfits, special attacks, extra items, and could even upgrade parts of my body. She also taught me how to get to the menu and see my stats. I was still at level 0. She told me that she’d submit to my orders when I got to level 1, but until then I had to follow her.

  Status

  Level: 0

  Name: Kratom

  Weapon: None

  HP: 90/90

  Attack: 20

  Defense: 20

  Knowledge: 20

  Exp. to the next level: 0/200

  I had been using the same name since I was fifteen when I started playing video games. For some reason, the name just appeared in my mind, and I loved it so much that I still use it. There was also a bar for stamina, but it didn’t have any numbers.

  “What do you mean by submitting to my orders?” I asked. I was hoping that she meant what I thought it was.

  “Anything you desire,” she replied. “I forgot to tell you. This game differs from others, in the sense that lots of these stats are useless. Knowledge is what you know about this world, your enemies, and how you can use that to your advantage. You’re being watched at all times. Everything you do and say counts toward leveling up or to get a step closer to your death. ’Think before you act’ is a good motto if you want to survive in here.”

  Her soft, sweet voice echoed through my head. The game promised an incomparable experience, and I expected sex to resemble something real and genuine; as close to reality as possible. Knowing I could feel her touch on my skin made my cock rise from the bottom of my boxers once again. I fixed it so it wouldn’t bother me and went back to the game. She added that when I got to level 1, it would be possible to change some of my attributes. I would get a more appropriate outfit, and I could alternate between using armor or the normal outfit.

  I asked her how I could level up. She explained to me in detail that, since I was still in the beginning, I just needed to follow her and talk to a few people in the nearest town, but the rest of the levels depended upon how good I was.

  “You can only go up to level 20 for now. No one has reached 20 yet, so you don’t need to be scared. You still have time. The more you evolve, the harder it gets to level up. There are no turns in this game. You can attack whenever you want, and so can others. You need to focus on the battle and try to exploit any flaw your enemy has. Even a level 2 can win against a level 4 if he’s smarter. Do you understand or do you want me to repeat?” Nympha spoke in a monotone voice as she kept playing with her hair.

  “I understand,” I replied.

  She seemed to be repeating certain things, just using different words. Maybe the AI wasn’t that good, or maybe I really had to be smart and tactical to be good at the game. I thanked her for the help and once again she yawned. She didn’t seem to want to be there, which was something unusual for a piece of the puzzle belonging to the game. She stood still for a few seconds and finally she stared at me. It was like she was reading me and finding out everything she could about me; whatever was on the internet. Suddenly, she opened her mouth.

  “It’s time to teach you about the game mechanics and its quirks.” She had a devilish grin on her face, almost as if she wanted to see me fail.

  I was a miserable level 0 player, and that seemed to bother her. A lightning bolt ripped through the sky and hit the ground a few meters away from me. I got scared and jumped back, much to Nympha’s delight. She burst out laughing. The ground roared, and small cracks opened and spread close to our feet. A dome of fog surrounded the area, and we had to wait until the heavy gray air dissipated. It took a few minutes but once it was gone, I had to rub my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was real. I had seen monsters in several games, even horror ones, but these were something different. Two dogs, their faces disfigured, tails with sharp red tips, and claws that could crush and tear skin apart like it was thin plastic. The way their hair fluttered in the light breeze, their bloodshot eyes, their sharp teeth, and the black saliva that dripped from their mouths and between their teeth were all extremely real. They seemed like two normal dogs from the real world that went through a messed-up experience at the hands of a madman.

  I hadn’t seen anything quite like it. A shiver ran through my body and my knees buckled. They didn’t stop barking, but the tone was unlike any sound I had ever heard. It contained some echo and vibration as if while they opened their mouths, hundreds of souls whom they had ripped from their skins pleaded for salvation.

  Nympha asked me which a weapon I preferred: bow, sword, or ax. Each had its flaws and qualities, but I ended up choosing the bow. I was one of those who always chose to be a mage or a witch in similar games. Since those options were only available to players who were level 5 or higher, I went for the one that looked similar.

  I got a bow made of bamboo, a quiver full of wooden arrows, and some fragile armor that offered me limited protection. My attack went to 50 and my defense to 45. I could see the dogs’ stats. They only had 30hp, 0 defense, and 20 attack. I could defeat them but I needed to be careful so they wouldn’t catch me off guard. Nympha snapped her fingers, and the dogs began to bark as they moved closer to me. Suddenly, I was trapped between them and couldn’t seem to find a way to get out.

  There was a soft breeze that kept making my hair fall on my face, blocking my view, and a sweet smell, something like a mix between cherries and peaches. I had no idea where it was co
ming from, but it was amazing. However, where it was coming from wouldn’t really matter if I died.

  A small tutorial about how to use the bow appeared in front of me, but it didn’t help me much. I still had to take the arrows from the quiver, put them in the bow, point, and shoot. Despite all of that I still could fail, which would be a waste of time and would leave me defenseless. I felt like I had chains around my heart, gripping and tightening the longer I took to move—and I had yet to take a step.

  I pushed away those bad thoughts and focused on the good ones. Why couldn’t I do this? This was a game where I could be everything I wasn’t in real life, and I definitely didn’t want to be the same guy. It was my time to be a hero, and it started now. I placed an arrow in the bow and waited for them to take the initiative. I knew if I attacked first and failed it would be a fatal mistake. Although the weather remained calm, the environment became heavy and everything around me seemed to have a brighter color. I wasn’t going to let anyone stand in my way, much less two small beasts.

  A few seconds later one of them tried to jump on me, but I quickly shot my arrow right through its chest. It fell on the ground and barked agonizingly as if my arrow had torn the guts in its body. I had no idea what was inside it, but now I knew there was something there, something I could exploit. Putrid black blood ran down its chestnut hair. The other dog didn’t even blink. There were no feelings, no doubts, nothing that resembled human or canine emotions. Its eyes were still red, and its mouth still longed to taste and smear my blood.

  Before I could put another arrow in the bow the dog moved closer, jumped on top of me, and tried to dig its claws into my chest. I put the bow in front of me and used it as a protective barrier for my face while the weak armor protected my chest. I could see my HP decreasing, and knew I needed to find a solution.

  I didn’t have time to be scared. Adrenaline was running through my veins and, by instinct, I grabbed an arrow and stuck it in one of the beast’s eyes. Another deafening howl. It could still move and tried using its claws to drag itself across the ground. I glanced at Nympha, who looked serene. Death and despair had no impact on her. It wasn’t something that I enjoyed doing, but I ended up twisting the arrow into the beast’s eyes until its body squirmed, and it finally fell into the infinite slumber of death. Everything was peaceful again. I got a few experience points, but not enough to level up.