This isn't a game. This is his new life.
Dave has been wandering through life for a long time. His day job bores him and he never seems to be able to meet his family's expectations. The only escape he's ever had is his love of MMORPGs.
But when he becomes the subject of a test without even knowing it, he's portaled into a game-world called Eloria with no way out. It's a frequent daydream of his, however, in none of those dreams did his wife and daughter ever accompany him.
Now, Dave must balance protecting his family with exploring his dream... oh, and trying to stay alive. Monstrous beasts roam Eloria, worst of all, an undead army led by the vile Death Knight.
He'll have to adapt fast and learn to cooperate if he hopes to make a new home for his family. And just maybe, along the way, he'll find out why they're living a life in exile.
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The last sound Dave heard was the sound of Sara screaming. Her warning only coming soon enough for him to turn forward again and see the gaping maw of glowing silver that hung in the road before him. In the time it took him to recognize the danger, it was already too late.
He couldn’t direct his body fast enough to steer out of the way, and even if it could have, the car likely wasn’t capable of such a maneuver. In an instant, the car and everything else in his life was obliterated. He felt a single nanosecond of excruciating pain as he was torn asunder, body and soul. Only his immortal spirit was able to traverse the void, crossing from one universe to the next, for no created force existed which could bring lasting harm to an immortal spirit.
Whether it took an instant or a million years, his soul was reformed, memory by memory recreated, byte by byte the data which made him who he was filled his newly formed soul. He didn’t remember anything about this process, just as no other mortal recalls its conception.
Then from nothingness, there he was—or at least he was self-aware. It was instantly clear that he was no longer in the car with his family.
There was a faint gray light all around him, like moonlight through a hazy fog. There didn’t seem to be any walls or ceiling. Even looking down, there was no floor. His awareness was just floating. Since he wasn’t seeing anything around him, he instead turned his focus toward himself. He wasn’t able to look around but was just aware of what was around him without having eyes, a head, or even a body.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Luisa Cardona Pedro
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