Binary Glitch: A LITrpg Harem Adventure! (Blackest Night Book 2)

by Jack Crosby

  “The glitch has sparked quite the revolution. Even as we speak, gamers from all over the world are finding different and unique situations. This, being the master copy, is where the original copies all of the characters live. Yet, our freewill now has seeped into every copy, making our game so much more different than it was before.”

  It all made sense. “That’s why Flockhart’s Blackest Night protocol can work. By me beating the game, it made the code organic - it’s my fault her Blackest Night protocol is working.”

  She tugged on the end of my cock, allowing precum to begin to ooze out. “It is not your fault. Without you, we would just be slaves to the game. Now that we are free, we can assist you in beating her one last time,” Baba explained.

  Baba pulled aside her bikini bottom and guided me into her slick, wet hole. The moment my erection touched her lips, I began thrusting back and forth; I missed the feeling on my cock buried inside of her sweet digital pussy. She spread her legs open a bit more as we stood there, embraced in the primal passion of a good fucking. That’s exactly what this situation called for, just an over the top orgasm that unloaded tons of cum into her womb.

  “Once Flockhart is gone,” Baba huffed out. “We will control the program.”

  “Then,” I tried to respond. “We win the waaaar…”

  It was at that moment I began to cum. With her arms, she squeezed me in tight so that none of my white fluid was lost. It was being directed straight into her, not a drop was going to spill from her puffy lips. The harder I orgasmed, the tighter she squeezed until she joined me. The walls of her womanhood contracted all around my stiff muscle, urging more and more cum out of me. My cock’s head swelled up and gave one more almighty squirt of cum. Baba’s eyes grew big and her smile told the story. She needed this just as much as I did.

  She freed herself from me. “There’s not much time left. Defeat Flockhart and this world will be yours.”

  As the smoke began to disappear, I pulled up my pants and buckled them. Baba winked at me one more time before she disappeared from view. Soon the ninth floor revealed itself, with Ali and Ira also coming back from their respites. Each of us looked around and smiled.

  “You guys ready to do this?” I asked.

  With no more delays, we ran down the last flights of stairs to the main lobby area. No one was waiting for us, so we rushed out of the building, into the street ahead. It was there that we ran into the final adversary. Standing in front of us were two kabuki masked figures, one male and one female. The female slid her mask to the side to reveal Yazmin Flockhart.

  With a smile on her face, “Once again, you have surprised me, Ash. Well you know what they say, if you want something done right, do it yourself.”

  “Did she bring back to life Draxler?” Ali asked.

  “Oh, this is better than just Draxler. I have brought back many Draxlers!” she crowed.

  The original Draxler began to multiply, clones forming off of him. It began to look as if this were going to be very overwhelming. That’s when a figure in black and red leapt out of nowhere and sliced the original Draxler’s head off. As she landed, she twirled her sword around and sheathed it into the holder on her back.

  “You guys miss me?” Zoe asked.

  The clones had stopped, with maybe about ten Draxlers surrounding Flockhart. “Zoe, it’s great to see you!” I yelled.

  She did a backflip away from the crowd of Draxlers and joined us in our little group. “It’s about time you got here,” Ali scolded her.

  “Sorry, I was on a quest for my new weapon.”

  “Enough talk!” Flockhart yelled. “Ash, I challenge you to a one of one race on the new and improved Electric Mile.”

  “We’ll take care of the Draxler infestation,” Ira told me.

  “Yeah, you go kick her ass,” Ali said, smiling.

  Flockhart snapped her fingers and a sleek, back motorcycle with red tires appeared. Etched on the side of it was Tanaka Corp. She was especially happy to see the look of awe on my face. “Care to see what appears for you?”

  It was my turn. I snapped my fingers, summoning my own motorcycle. For a second, there was nothing. Then a loud train whistle broke across the city and the air around us began to vibrate. Something large was coming this way. As I braced myself, a second motorcycle appeared. This one had a skull face, with pistons pumping, and a bat facade gracing the side. Right away, I knew what this was. The Doom Train had answered my summons.

  It was my turn to gloat. “It looks like the tides have turned.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Both motorcycles roared as a neon blue track appeared leading from Spark City and back out into the B.O.R. Wasteland. The Draxler gaggle all grabbed various weapons and my team readied themselves. Just as it looked like this was about the get started, there was one last appearance. A bolt of lightning hurtled from the sky, crashing into the ground in front of us. I shielded my eyes from the impact, only to refocus and see Baba herself walking towards us. As she passed Flockhart, the two women locked eyes; hate seethed through both sets.

  “This evens the odds a bit, don’t you agree, Yazmin?”

  “I am going to enjoy deleting your code.”

  The track went from blue to yellow. It was go time. “Enough small talk, Flockhart, let’s do this.”

  When the digital track turned from yellow to green, both of us throttled our bikes and away we went. The sounds of tires grabbing the pavement roared as we raced down the path. I had no time to see how the fighting between the girls and the Draxlers began; my only job was to win this race. The long straightaway led right down the main drag and soon, out into the B.O.R. Wasteland. This was where the real racing would begin.

  It didn’t take long for Raid Vipers to start erupting from the ground as we drove. There was no way I could slow down to keep pace with Flockhart, so I was going to have to wing it. Each time one of the tricky bastards burst through the surface, I swerved either to the right or left, making sure to keep my speed up as fast as I could go. A few times, I brushed the ground, depending how far I had to lean to get away from an attack, but I made it through unscathed.

  And Flockhart and I were neck and neck.

  The next place we passed on our journey through the game was The Neon Underground. The track didn’t take us inside, instead, we were forced upwards and over. Ali and I didn’t take this path before, so this was brand new to me. As we began our ascent upwards, chucks of rock started to fall down, towards us. How fucking great was that?

  About halfway up the side of The Neon Underground, I saw the first turbo booster. A rock was coming my way, so I did the only thing I figured would work. I revved the bike up and just floored it. The rock barely missed the top of my head as I ducked low, but it worked. I hit the booster and away I went. I was in the lead as I hit the ramp that sent both Flockhart and I high into the sky. More lightning danced across the sky as we were basically flying for a moment. Then came the descent back down to the track. As my tires bounced a few times, I recovered well and kept the cylinders firing. We were back in the B.O.R. Wasteland , heading towards Coffin Cliffs.

  This was going to be fun.

  Flockhart had managed to catch up on the long straightaway; her motorcycle built for pure, adrenaline pumping speed. We were once again neck and neck as we entered Coffin Cliffs and went down into one of the canyons. The track narrowed and all around us, pirates armed with long range blasters appeared. Shit, forget my bitching about the raid vipers; this was going to be even worse. To prove it, the first pirate took a few pot shots only at me. Of course they weren’t going to be firing at Flockhart, how silly of me to assume otherwise.

  A few times, our bikes rammed into one another. Given how tight it was in here, that was bound to happen. I also used it to my advantage. The pirates couldn’t shoot at me without the chance to hit Flockhart as well. Since we were so close, the blaster shots stopped firing, allowing me to concentrate on the track and my foe. Flockhart was pissed.


  We basically were on top of each other as we rounded a sharp turn, but the surprising thing was what was waiting for us on the other side. The track was leading us into a swirling, vortex style digital doorway. There were no other choices; I kept the speed up matching Flockhart’s as we entered the unknown.

  The moment we broke through the vortex, I knew we weren’t in Kansas anymore. I didn’t know why I knew the answer, but I did. This was the epicenter the game; we were in the game’s code stream. Algorithms, equations, and more rushed by us, forming a tunnel that just kept going. As we continued to ride, Flockhart slowed down. I did the same as she flipped up her visor.

  “You can’t win, Ash,” she said. It was a triumphant gloat, more of someone stating a fact.

  “And why is that?”

  “The code stream will only let out the true master of this game. I created it, so therefore, only I can leave.”

  I swallowed hard. “And I’ll be stuck here, forever?”

  “Nope, the moment you go to exit, and you’ll have to, the code will wipe you away. It was my last and greatest trap.”

  I quickly found out why I’d have to exit. The code formed a wall behind us and began moving in one direction only. So this was how it was going to end. No one would ever know what happened to me except for Flockhart. Dad, the girls, everyone would assume I ran away or some other cowardly act, not knowing that I died inside the core of a video game, evaporated away by its own genetic makeup. Well, if that was the case, I’d still beat Flockhart to the finish line. I’d have enough of her talking. I revved the Doom cycle up and away we went. I was going to meet my destiny like a man, not a scared child.

  Flockhart couldn’t catch up.

  Nothing was going to stop me from getting there first.

  As the tunnel began to shrink around us, I saw the end, another vortex of swirling blues and whites. I flipped my visor back down, popped a wheelie and gunned it.

  “So long world, and thanks for all the tacos!” I yelled triumphantly as my life ended.

  I hit the code and everything collapsed around me. I had expected to vanish right away, but I was still here, floating in darkness. Any day now, I thought.

  You are the Master now.

  Just the like, I was ejected from the black, but not before I heard a shrilly scream that lasted for maybe a second before it faded into nothingness. As I landed on the main street in Spark City. Ira, Baba, Ali, and Zoe were all standing there, cheering. There wasn’t a Draxler clone in sight. We had won.

  The war was over.

  Credits

  Lead Writer - Jack Crosby

  Assistant Writer - Jeremy Croston

  Editor - Jaye Elise

  Consultant - Morganna Williams

  Cover Artist - M.P. Ness

  Special Thanks

  Jeff Trelewicz

  C.G. Blade

  JA LAfrance

  and readers like you…

  Epilogue

  My dad’s name was cleared.

  The police found enough evidence in Yazmin Flockhart’s office to exonerate him for the crimes had been falsely charged with. Once a call was placed to the police, saying that she was missing, they began the deep dive into her past and into her records. First, my father’s crimes were overturned. Second, Flockhart was charged with numerous crimes, including the murder for hire of my father, but it’d never come to fruition. The entire Flockhart saga ended with her being listed as missing - probably deceased.

  The Tanaka Corporation building had been closed off, written off as condemned. That was fine by me. Below the building, in a place that was blocked off with a digital lock that only I could pass through was the Nexus. With the Nexus up and running, I could enter the world of The Electric Mile whenever I wanted to.

  Speaking of, the coding of the game had changed itself from a single player, rpg style to a massive multiplayer online rpg. Let me tell you, that freaked people out at first, but it didn’t take long for The Electric Mile to become the most played game in all the land. Baba was always adding new and exciting missions and quests for people to undertake. And the racetrack where I had my greatest victory over Flockhart? That was now a playable track in the game. I’m still the only person who completed it.

  As for me, I opened the repair shop up. I was taking it one day at a time, starting small with oil changes, tires rotations, and tune ups. I had the skills passed down from my old man, and knowing he’d helped create the realistic feel to the vehicles in The Electric Mile, I took it as my responsibility to carry on with the family name. Every so often, Ira or Baba would sneak out of the Nexus and come help me. Ira was actually a very good business manager, getting my finances in order. Baba, well she just had a way with customers if she saw them. She could talk a penguin into the mouth of a polar bear with her snake-like tongue.

  For the most part, I spent most of my evenings and weekends in The Electric Mile. If I wasn’t on a raid or a race, I could usually be found with any combination of the girls. We were royalty in the game. Hell, the game’s updated coding even included legends of how Vector took down Draxler, The Electric Mile, and then the digital Flockhart herself to release the game to the millions of players using it. Most people laughed, taking it as just game lore.

  If only that knew the truth.

  Now, if you’ll excuse me, some punk named DeViant DeVil wants to lose horribly at the new and improved Electric Mile.

  “Racers ready,” Ira shouted over the roars of the motorcycles.

  “May the spoils find the victor,” Baba added with a wink.

  “Go!”