In the span of a few seconds, ninety percent of the world's population was killed by a mysterious alien force. The ten percent left had their memories wiped. They were given incredible superpowers and a LitRPG stat system that allowed them to advance their skills. But they lost a lot of technology in the process. Many lost their humanity.
Sterling Monedero was one of these survivors.
Given the ability of a necromancer, Sterling got a group of superpowereds together to fight off the monolithic alien crafts known as Godwalkers that caused the Reset.
Three years ago, Sterling failed.
Retiring to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, Sterling now plans to live out the rest of his days growing chili peppers and minding his own business. He does just that until a local group of bandits known as the Killbillies come for him, hoping to collect a tax. As he defends his property, one of the Godwalkers appears in the sky and destroys his farm.
Now, he wants vengeance.
It's time for Sterling to truly embrace his necrotic powers as he journeys across the Southwest putting the team back together again. The Godwalkers must be getting power from somewhere, and through ancient, native knowledge, and a little bit of luck, Sterling hopes to run these alien overlords out of the Southwest for good.
It's going to be an uphill battle, but if anyone is up to the task, it is the post-apocalyptic pepper farmer some call the cowboy necromancer.
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Sterling knew when the Godwalker showed up that his life as a post-apocalyptic pepper farmer was over. The floating alien monolith blotted out an already hazy orange sun as it triggered a cloud of dust, which quickly engulfed his property. Leaping into action, Sterling kicked out of his front door and whistled for Manchester just as a gust of wind swept through his home, shattering all his windows as he made it to his porch.
“Come on, boy!”
His bone horse came charging right up to the front porch and Sterling hopped on. After righting himself on the saddle of his skeletal steed, Sterling tore off toward just about the only crop that he cared about: his chili peppers.
As if things weren’t already bad enough, a horde of Killbillies appeared on the ridge overlooking Sterling’s ranch house, the bandits as welcome as an outhouse breeze, all of them snarling, tatted up, and ready to brawl. Sterling knew what the Killbillies wanted—his peppers, in the form of a local tax they were imposing—and he figured that they had likely followed the Godwalker to his home, using the floating monolith for cover like a bunch of chickenshit cowards.
One thing was for certain: Sterling most certainly wasn’t going to be able to do anything about the Godwalker, not alone, anyway, the blasted thing akin to a floating skyscraper casting all sorts of omnipotent shadows over the landscape. He could sort its appearance out later, after he dealt with the Killbillies.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Cristina García Losada
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