Path of the Berserker: A Daopocalypse Progression Fantasy

Contents Title Page Foreward Prologue - The last night on Earth 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 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Chapter 70 Chapter 71 Chapter 72 Chapter 73 Chapter 74 Chapter 75 Chapter 76 Chapter 77 - Epilogue Author's Note Guide Contents Start of Content Path of the Berserker (Advanced Copy Edition) A Daopocalypse Progression Fantasy Book I By Rick Scott Copyright © 2023 by Rick Scott All Rights Reserved. VER 1.00 No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of very brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Acknowledgments To my wife and kids. This is all for you guys! Special thanks to all my alpha and beta readers too numerous to name but who watched me bring this book together from scratch and helped me do it! You guys did wonders for the book! Thank you! 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Dad was in the living room with Mom, watching a movie. My older sister, Jess, pretended to be watching the movie with them, sitting the wrong way on the love seat, dangling both legs over the padded armrest as she thumbed away on her cell phone. I played Minecraft in the adjoining computer room, just out of sight and earshot of the PG-13 movie. That’s why it took me a few extra seconds to realize something was wrong. I was too busy clicking away at blocky pixels to notice the loud beep of the emergency broadcast warning. It was only when my mother let out an alarming gasp, did I look up and see all three of my family members standing and gawking at the flatscreen on the wall. My heart sped a little as I joined them, confusion turning to apprehension as I entered the living room. My dad, a plumber by trade who sported a grey-streaked beard and a beer gut, upped the volume on an Asian-American anchorwoman on the news. She was visibly distressed, but clearly doing her best to remain professional as she read from an unseen teleprompter. “…reports as far as Australia, China, parts of the Middle East. As far as our sources can confirm, this is a global phenomenon we are witnessing.” “What’s going on?” I asked my mother. She didn’t respond to me, her hazel eyes wide as they remained glued to the TV. “Mo—” “Shut up, Max!” my sister snapped. Normally I would have snapped right back at her, but something in the way she said it caused me not to. That strange tremble of fear in her voice said to do exactly what she said. So I did. And for the next thirty minutes I stood in dead silence as I watched the end of the world play out on the TV. The first anomaly detected were the golden pagodas floating in the sky. Minutes of chaos ensued as footage rolled in from TikTok and YouTube stars filming the strange objects. It took them a few minutes more to realize they were not in the sky, but in space. And getting closer. White House press secretaries and Department of Defense personnel came on next, blubbering about the sightings, mostly trying to downplay it. That’s when the first of the attacks happened. I can’t recall which country was first. Indonesia? China? It didn’t really matter. They all folded just the same. The only thing I truly recall were the images on the TV screen. It was like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. I watched the snow-capped peak of Mount Everest get cleaved off like a watermelon being sliced by a katana. Later I learned that the actual truth wasn’t too far from that. A shaky image of an aircraft carrier taken from a helicopter, I assumed, came next, depicting a man-sized figure hovering over it, suspended by nothing. It was an old man as far as I could tell, with loose flowing white hair and a matching beard that undulated as if underwater. Robes made of some unknown, sparking material moved in sync