Deep winter, p.1
Deep Winter, page 1
part #1 of Tears of Winter Series
Deep Winter
Tears of Winter Book #1
Kingsley Khan
Copyright © 2021 Kingsley Khan
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"There is no light without darkness and no darkness without light."
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph
Introduction
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Thank-you for Reading!!!
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Introduction
Change is the only constant, and not all change is good. Waking on his couch after a bright flash of light, with two suns hanging in the sky, Tristan Walker is in for a whole lot of change.
This is not a happy harem story.
-Warning- This book contains graphic depictions of adult scenes; the good, the bad, and the ugly. Profanity is used, and some content may be traumatizing or triggering. (18+)
Chapter 1
Saturday morning, for me, used to be about sex and the promise of a fun and full weekend. I would roll out of bed and rush downstairs like a kid on Christmas, coffee, eggs, and the smell of bacon cooking, but most wonderful of all was my girlfriend. She would be standing at the stove cooking breakfast for me in one of my baggy shirts, and her thong, or some other selection of formfitting, ass hugging wonder garment, which had been designed to ensnare the mind of man. She would turn with the broadest smile on her face before dropping to her knees and sucking me off first thing. A blowjob along with my first sips of coffee in the morning, perfect.
Those good old days were over and had been for more than two months now. I had thought I was in love after a year; I had fallen head over heels for my blond sex kitten. Then I got off from work early one day; it might have been a Tuesday; I really couldn’t remember anymore. What I did remember was when I stopped by her apartment to do the whole flower petal, bath, and candle romance routine; I was lucky, as I had picked the petals off the roses before going up to her apartment, placing them in a bag. That way, when I walked in, standing in front of three dudes, stuffing every hole in my supposed girlfriend’s body with their cocks, I at least wasn’t holding a dozen roses along with my astonished face.
I’m not even mad, really, shit she hasn’t even noticed I am here. I’ll just take these back. I thought to myself as I reached out to her keys on the side table.
As I was taking my house key off from her key ring, the guy with his cock slamming in and out of her throat looked up, nodded to me, and said, “I didn’t think we were expecting a fourth.”
The look of horror on Susanne’s face when she whipped her head around, cock popping out of her mouth with a loud “Pop,” to see me standing there, taking my keys back; Was nearly priceless and punctuated by the most sardonic twist of fate I think I had ever seen in my twenty-eight years of life, as just then, throat fuck guy finished all over her face at that moment, that exact moment. Cock popped out, shock, horror, then a big old load of cum all over her face; I mean in the eyes, all over her cheeks, and dripping from her lips and mouth; dude, must have been backed up for days. I had to hand it to the universe, god, or whoever at that point; the timing had me busting out laughing.
I laughed as I slid my key off her ring and took hers off mine. By this point, the guys knew something was up as Susanne slid their cocks out of her ass and pussy; she started pleading, “wait, Tristan, I can explain!” her pleading tone holding an edge of panic.
“No, don’t go. You can’t blame me for this! You have no right to judge me! Stop being so bigoted and wait!” screeched from Susanne’s mouth as I tossed her key over my shoulder and walked back down to my truck.
That was two months ago for me. Now Saturdays are just back to me, alone, making eggs, coffee, and bacon by my lonesome, during my at-home weekends or on my nature weekends. It’s not that bad really, I’m just glad I found out, even if it was in a shitty funny way. Well, cheating whores aside, I was going to enjoy my weekends, with or without a blowjob and hot tight blond pussy. Damn sloppy used up; No, enough thinking like that.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t as Zen-Buddhist monk and stoic philosopher about her infidelity as I wanted to be, but hey, I was getting there.
Six slices of bacon, four eggs, some toast, and a large mug of black coffee started my five AM Saturday morning. By five-thirty, I lay back on my sofa, controller in hand and RPG spun up and playing on my 72-inch flatscreen TV. This weekend I was at home. I alternated every other week, one-weekend camping or backpacking in nature, then the next was an at-home weekend, when I did not have to work overtime for my construction company. One to keep my primal skills sharp, the other to relax and keep my digital skills up to par.
I don’t know how long I played for, but the sun was fully up when it happened. There was a rush of sound, a low static river cascading all around me. The world bled color, turning a muted gray, and then everything went white. I felt myself for only a second in the white before I began to spin, falling from reality.
Chapter 2
It was cold, like really fucking cold. A shiver ran through my body, waking me from whatever form of unconsciousness I had been in. “Did…Did I fall asleep, and the power went out?” I said out loud, a clattering shiver breaking my words apart. I was still on my couch, in my gym shorts and a tee-shirt.
“Let’s get some clothes on.” I walked from the couch down my hallway to the master bedroom. Power outages were not uncommon where I lived. The small town was in the foothills just outside of a major city on the way into the mountains. My grandfather had purchased the home, who passed it down to my father and then to me. Normally when the power went out, the generator would kick on to keep the gas furnace going, but I had yet to fill the tank with gas for the cold months.
I slipped into a pair of sweats, wool socks, my sheepskin slippers, and a wool hoody. Warmer now, I sat on the edge of my master bed, staring out the window at the beautiful lake. “Wait, what the fuck.” I said, jumping to my feet and standing at the window that looked out over my backyard. There it was, grass, the shed, hot tub, fence, and just behind that, a rocky beach along the edge of an alpine lake.
“No…no…nope… been here twenty-eight years of my life, and there has never been a lake behind this house. What in the holy hell happened?” The light, the sound, and falling. I ran to the front door and opened it, stepping out into the cold air and warm sunshine. There was the lawn a little brown from the changing seasons, the crushed gravel driveway, my truck, and a dense patch of forest. “What the hell…” the house was originally in a forest, but it was thin and mostly oak with a few evergreens. These trees were all huge cedar, redwood sequoia-looking things. Beyond the driveway, the forest almost looked black; it was so thick.
I backed up slowly and shut the door, breathing fast as I went to my couch, “What…what…this can’t be. Am I dead? God, are you there? Anyone? This, this, this, there is no way.”
“Alright, think about this; you fell asleep on your couch. The sound, the light? Did I die? Maybe, but I feel pretty fucking alive.” I slapped myself hard across the face and pinched myself a few good times as well. “Nope, not dreaming, didn’t do any acid or mushrooms, no toad licking, peyote, Molly, hell haven’t done any drugs in a while. Plus, this is way too solid to be a trip, good or bad.”
“Think, think, think…right breathe. In and out, big breaths there, Tristan. In and out. So, you’ve read about this in sci-fi and fantasy. My house and I just got teleported to another spot-on earth or planet or universe. I need to check that.” I said, going out front once more; I fell back into my sofa, “Yeap, definitely another planet. I don’t remember earth having two suns. Breathe Tristan. Breathe. Okay, so in the stories, there is a status sheet…” nothing happened, “Or a system….”
Personal Utility System Shop Yaraganin:
Loading… Loading… Loading…
The system is connecting to the main planet Yaraganin network.
System connected.
Shop:
Personal enhancement sheet:
Map:
Inventory:
The system spun up right before my eyes. The four options hovered in changing colors, becoming the perfect contrasting shade for whatever color was behind it. “Shit, I just got Isekai’ed or teleported to a new world. Personal enhancement sheet?” another see threw screen appeared. This one was just like all the stat screens I had read about in books or used while playing RPGs.
Name: Tristan Walker.
Rank: Free Peasant.
Age: 28 years old.
Life expectancy: 60 years old.
Titles: None.
Credits: 10,000.
Health: 100%.
Mana: 130/130.
Mana regeneration: 12/min.
Attributes:
Strength: 8.
Constitution: 7.
Endurance: 12.
Agility: 11.
Dexterity: 13.
Intelligence: 13.
Wisdom: 12.
Perception: 18
Charisma: 10.
Skills: None.
Spells: None.
Newly synchronized male. Maturation age accepted. Please select three skills or spells.
See list, yes, or no?
No.
“Well, I have a sheet. Fuck. And skills or spells to choose from. what the hell.” I sat quietly, just breathing for a few minutes. I needed to think and make an action plan. I needed information. “Help?” nothing. “Questions and answers?” nothing. Deciding it was probably my last option for getting the information I needed, I opened the shop.
Shop:
Land acquisition: 1 acre, 10,000 credits.
Supplies: none.
Raw materials: none.
Textile: none.
Tools: none.
Miscellaneous: none.
Books:
-Newly integrated System pamphlet: 1 credit.
There was nothing I could buy from the shop, and the personal enhancement portion just overlaid my stat sheet with the cost to purchase the next level of an attribute. Land said I could purchase up to one acre of land, but for more, I would need to purchase the rank of commoner. The only thing I could buy was a flashing green pamphlet for one credit, so I did.
I watched as, on my coffee table, a blue mist appeared and then a small booklet formed. I picked it up and began to read.
N ewly initialized,
Access to your Personal Utility System Shop for the planet Yaraganin has been granted. Please read the following.
As a male and due to the population imbalance of a ratio of 1 male to every 3 female inhabitants (human), you have been given the option to choose three skills or spells free of charge. Do so carefully and select those skills or spells that will most enhance your chosen life path. Skills and spells may be selected at any time.
The shop system can be used to enhance your body in numerous ways. Credits are a transaction medium that can be gained through the death of creatures/monsters or people by selling items or materials to the shop or inherited. Credits may not be directly traded. Your personal shop list can be expanded by producing three items with a plus or minus three percent variance or collecting three materials with the same variation parameters.
“Gods, I need some coffee for this.” I rose for the sofa and went into my kitchen. Using a lighter, I started the kettle on my gas stove, no electricity needed, and got down my French press. I opened my coffee cabinet and got down the four one-pound bags of dark roast coffee I had. One was open, and as I set the other three next to each other, I got a message.
Would you like to add: One pound bag of dark roast coffee to your shop list? Yes, or no?
Yes.
When I selected yes, the three bags of coffee dissolved into blue mist and vanished. “Fuck, I hope I didn’t just lose most of my coffee.” I checked the shop list quickly. Under the supplies tab, then under food, I found my one-pound bag of dark roast coffee for 200 credits. “Shit, that seems expensive,” I said while I ground the beans in a hand grinder from the other bag and poured them into the French press. The kettle whistled, and after pouring the water in, I went back to the couch with a mug and the brewing coffee.
Skill and spell levels are as follows; level 1 through 10 novice, level 11 through 25 apprentice, level 26 through 50 journeyman, level 50 through 65 adept, level 66 through 85 master, and level 86 through 100 grandmaster. Skills and spells can be leveled through real-world use or levels purchased in the shop. Knowledge of the appropriate level will be unlocked at level up. Skills and spells affect how you can interact with the shop.
Items and materials found in dungeons or towers will not unlock those items or materials in the shop. They can be used to produce items or other materials that will be unlocked in the shop. The male credit ratio is set at 100 percent while on the planet or in the towers or dungeons, and the female ratio is set at 85 percent.
Thank you for reading a basic guide to the PUSSY; Personal Utility System Shop on planet Yaraganin.
“Ha…” I almost spit my coffee out when I read the last line. So, I could sell things to the shop for credits, and I had the perfect thing to test it with. On the side table by the couch was a god-awful swan lamp that my previously mentioned X had bought. I touched it and thought, sell.
Would you like to sell: decorative table lamp? Advanced composites detected. 1,250 credits. Yes, or no?
Yes.
I checked my credit balance, and sure enough, it had gone up to 11,249. I finished my mug of coffee as I thought about what I needed to do and looked at more options in the shop. I bought the clock and calendar feature for 500 credits, weather forecasting for one day at 500 more credits, and added two more days out on the forecast for another 600 credits. The alarm feature only cost 10 credits and let me set alarms that would sound in my head only. With that bought, I mentally pulled it up in my field of view.
September 24 th , 09:25:18 am.
Weather:
24th; high 48 degrees, low 35 degrees, sunny.
25th; high 46 degrees, low 25 degrees, cloudy.
26th; high 38 degrees, low 20 degrees, with a chance of snow.
“Hum, that’s handy. I wonder if it’s as accurate or just as error-prone as back on earth?” Next, I had to find out where I was. The map was all black except for a tiny portion when I zoomed in on my house. Purchasing the general world map only cost 1,000 credits and let me see the continents, major mountains, and rivers, but the rest was sort of grayed out. From there, every acre of land I wanted to unlock cost 100 credits, and I had nowhere near enough credits to figure out where I was in relation to any other people. I needed to get to work, organize my stuff and figure out what I could sell for credits.
I started with food, as that would be my biggest limiting factor. What I had did not give me hope. I had 4 apples, 5 lemons, 9 limes, 5 onions of red, yellow and white, 1 bag of red potatoes and 1 bag of rust-brown potatoes, a 25-pound bag of rice, celery, spinach, kale, a 5-pound bag of carrots, a bag of peas, garlic bulbs, a bag of corn, 4 tomatoes, and an assortment of black beans, kidney beans, lima beans, pinto beans, and lentil beans. My salt and spices were sort of fine, with black pepper, caraway seeds, dill, white pepper, cloves, allspice, cumin, mustered, and sesame seeds. All my canned goods, kinds of pasta, and anything in my fridge was gone. I selected three of each item and unlocked them in the shop.
In my garage, I had food buckets. Now I am not a crazy prepper, but I have some stuff set away. All my dehydrated food was gone, but my 5-gallon buckets of salt, flour, rice, and sugars were fine. I used a measuring cup and unlocked all those options from the shop as well. The prices for food were reasonable but not cheap, and if I spent all my credits on food, I might make it through winter, a very lean winter.
“Right, I’m not going to be able to stay here,” I said as I added gas to the generator. Pulling the manual start cord once, twice, and then a third time did nothing. Nine more times and still nothing. Then I got the bright idea to go and check my phone.
It was dead sitting on my nightstand. Grabbing my keys, I went out front to my truck and tried to turn the engine over. “Shit, that fucking sucks. Guess I’m not driving out of here, wherever here is.”
Heading back inside, I stopped at the front door frame and placed my hand on it. I thought sell house and got a message.
Would you like to sell: alien four bedroom, three bath, kitchen, living room, and attached workshop house and all items within to the shop for; 987,000 credits? Yes, or no?
No.
“Well, looks like the listing price from back on earth is what the shop will give me for the house with the added value of my stuff. Let’s pack.” I said as I looked over my living room.
