Harry Potter - Sword Art Online - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Grunting with effort, Harry, both hands wrapped around the hilt of his gleaming broadsword, managed to force the deflection he was aiming for and forced the massive read canine-like beast attacking him with an enormous gleaming nodachi to stumble back in a small spin.

Grinning, Harry capitalized on his chance and charged straight after the massive hulking beast, ducking low as he sprinted, compressing his body into a smaller size and gaining speed and momentum. His broadsword poised to the side and held tightly in his right hand began to glow a dark crimson red with powerful energy.

“Blitz!”

Not a moment later, Harry lunged, ducking under the beast's counter attack as it swung it's own sword at him, and returned with a strike with a force belying his human sized stature and cut cleanly through the giant red beasts hide, splitting it open from front to back and sending it soaring through the air where it, Illfang The Kobold Lord, ceased to exist and burst into glowing green shards of energy that dissipated quickly into nothing.

Eager for his reward, Harry crouched down low as the lights of the massive room he was in, held up by large stone pillars dimmed, and left him in a dull dark room.

A Small screen popped up in front of Harry and his brilliant emerald eyes gleamed in anticipation as he scrolled down the context of the screen.

Illfang The Kobolt Lord Defeated!

Rewards: 1987 Experience Points

Cloak Of Midnight.

“Bastard!” Harry cursed in disappointment as he fell to his backside, the menu disappearing. He ignored the large 'Congratulations' sign that appeared beside him, as his newest batch of Exp was added onto his current, and he went from level 27 to 28.

“That's the, 19th Cloak Of Midnight today...” He groused to himself as he rested. The boss of the room Illfang wasn't due to re-spawn for another good 20 minutes so he could take it easy for now.

A normal player would be overjoyed at obtaining such a rare item that could only be obtained from  a boss drop, but Harry wasn't because, even as a boss drop, the Cloak Of Midnight was one of the most common things Illfang left behind, and since for the past two days after the raiding party defeated the boss for the first time had moved onto the 2nd floor, Harry had been continuously solo'ing the boss, grinding the Exp and items. With all that in mind, even a 'boss drop' such as the black cloak was just a small deal to him, just another item that would fetch a pretty hefty sum.

Harry was honestly surprised that he was the only one farming the boss, because it was common knowledge in every game that the bosses dropped the best loot. But he supposed that the other players were fearing for their lives and too scared to take on the boss. Rightly so, seeing as even Illfang, as the lowest boss in the entire game, could kill the highest level of players currently alive easily if given the chance.

But Harry was made of stronger stuff than any normal person would ever be. His life had been at risk the very moment he was born, combat was literally ingrained into his very being and even after leaving the wizarding world he still urged to fight challenging and powerful opponents.

So he didn't even blink an eye as he readied himself to face the boss of the first floor in Sword Art Online yet again, because the tough battles were enjoyable and every win against the boss got him closer and closer to it's rarest drop, a piece of a weapon that had a 1 in 5000 chance of being dropped, an equation in numbers that came out as 0.02% chance of Harry getting the weapon every time he risked his very being to defeat Illfang.

Not very good odds at all.

“But...” Harry grinned as the lights flickered back on and he leapt to his feet, readying his weapon for the next life risking battle he was going to participate in, “This is the kinda party I live for!” He finished in a shout as he charged forward, blade poised at blinding speeds.

Not a moment later, did Illfang and three Kobold Sentinel spawn and meet him in his charge as they yet again duelled in a fight to the death.

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Harry Potter had a rough childhood, which was by no means happy and peaceful. Not long before he was born, it was prophesized that he would be the only one capable of defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, the darkest and most powerful Dark Wizard in over a thousand years.

At the age of 1, his parents were brutally ripped from him as they were murdered by Voldemort who then attempted to kill Harry. Only for Harry's immense powers – even at such a young age – to react in defence of him and reflect the Dark Lord's Killing Curse back upon him, rendering the dark wizard without a body.

After it was found out, he was hailed as a Hero before being shipped off to his Aunt and Uncle who despised everything about him, and thus began 10 years of fighting tooth and nail, giving as good as he got and then giving even more as his so called family began to abuse him every chance they got.

Upon his 11th birthday, he was re-introduced into the Wizarding World, and just when he thought his life would get better, it got worse. Informed of his fate to do battle with Voldemort once again when he regained his body. Albus Dumbledore began forging Harry into a weapon of mass destruction.

For 3 entire years, he was brutally trained to the best of his magical abilities. Transfiguration with the Transfiguration Mistress, Minerva Mcgonagall. Charms with Master duellist Filius Flitwick. Dark arts and defence with Severus Snape. They taught him, and honed his skills until he was ready and then his final teacher became Albus Dumbledore himself, where he was forced to master some of the most complicated arcane magicks ever discovered. From the Mind Arts, to the Animagus Transformation, it didn't matter as long as Dumbledore saw it's worth, Harry was taught and sometimes forced to learn the techniques.

And then before he knew it, the war had begun in earnest. Casualties erupting on both sides, one of the most suspicious deaths being that of Sirius Black's. Harry's godfather and one chance to escape from under Dumbledore's thumb.

Then everything came to a close on the Halloween following his 15th birthday, where Harry faced the Dark Lord Voldemort in a duel that shook the very continent they battled upon.

And suddenly, he was the only one left standing, he Harry Potter had defeated the most powerful wizard in over a thousand years. It was enough to make his head-spin, but that was not all as he began to hunger for more battles so that his blood and magic may once again sing in his veins.

It was not to be. Dumbledore had set him up to be married! Married at bloody 15 years of age, and was fast on track to becoming his and the Ministry Of Magic's.... Poster boy.
 

Luckily for him, he had inherited the Black Lordship to go along with the Potter Lordship when his godfather was killed. And being the newly christened richest client of Gringotts, the Goblins were only too happy to help him escape his fate.

With liberal use of Goblin Magic, and a variation of the Fidelius Charm upon his identity, Harry escaped from Dumbledore's clutches and fled to Europe.

His problems did not end there though, as he still hungered for challenging and epic battles. Only, who could challenge him now? He'd defeated the strongest wizard in the world, there was no one else to challenge and defeat that would bring him any meaning.

….And then he discovered his newest passion, Gaming. Every new game he could start at the very bottom and work his way to the very top, battle after battle after battle.

Harry loved it. He loved it so much he moved to Tokyo, the gaming capital of the world and bought himself a spacious bachelor's pad decked out in the best and comfiest furniture money could buy, and the best, most expensive gaming equipment he could find, assembling most of it himself.

His life from then on was great, a tad slow and not quite as exciting as taking on a being of immense power as Voldemort, but he loved it nonetheless.

And so it went, he spent a whole year gaming. Playing games varying from Runescape, to Final Fantasy, to Pokemon to Gears Of War, any game that involved battle he played it and loved it. His only problem was dodging the newly aqcuired fan-girls after they caught sight of him exercising at the local Gym to keep his body in tip-top shape. He may have been a gamer now, but he'd be damned if he let the body he worked so hard to sculpt waste away.

Supposedly, at 16 with dashing good looks, a well muscled body and supposedly pleasant personality, he was many a girl's dream 'man'.

His life just continued to improve, better and better it got until one day he received a letter inviting him to be one of the esteemed Beta-testers of the most awaited game ever.  

Sword-Art-Online.

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One week. It had been one week since the raiding party had cleared the first floor Boss, and moved on up to the 2nd floor.

Harry, now level 38 spun, avoiding a swing from the last Sentinel guarding Illfang and lashed out with a perfectly executed Tornado Kick, the bottom half of his leg below the knee glowing a deep miasmic green. His leg met the beasts neck, and passed straight through it like a hot knife through butter, causing the sentinel to burst into green particles and dissipate.

“Hn.” Harry grunted in satisfaction as he let his Martial Art's Skill fade, and parried an overhead blow from Illfang, the ground beneath him cratering from the force of the blow.

Illfang surged forward, it's massive muscled bulk rippling as it blurred straight towards him. Harry didn't even hesitate as he charged to meet it head on. He gripped his sword loosely in his right hand, charging it and causing it to set ablaze with crimson energy.

Harry smirked just as he reached Illfang and flicked his left wrist, the black bracer on it flaring out into a small obsidian black shield that he used to deftly parry Illfang's powerful blow.  

Over the past week, he'd began building his gear up from the rarer drops he'd received. His black armoured boots were light, and gave his agility a 15% boost. The Black Hide leather chaps that' he'd received in a loot on his second day fighting the boss increased his attack and defending speed, as well as boosted his accuracy. The top he was wearing was named Illfang's Tribal Top, and it was literally an almost exact copy of the White Tribal top from Runescape, except that it gave his hunting abilities a massive boost and despite being very light was very sturdy, even more so than the Cloak Of Midnight.

But his very favourite loot was his Obsidian Bracer. It was exceedingly rare, and while it wasn't all that impressive when first obtained. The more it was upgraded, the stronger and more sturdy it became until with just a flick of the wrist, the player using it could deflect extremely powerful attacks from even the bosses. It was a very small shield though, and required timing and familiarity though constant use to use effectively, but that was what interested Harry, unlike most players, who would turn away from mastering the high risk item.

The powerful blow from Illfang caused Harry to stumble slightly as he parried with his bracer shield, but he followed his stumble and came through around in a deft spin and lunged forward in a stabbing motion, piercing Illfang straight through the gullet 6 times, so fast the naked human eye couldn't even see the hits.

“Blitz Sextus!” Harry declared, as he slowed to a halt to the side of Illfang and sheathed his blade onto his back once more.

Just as Illfang gave a loud bellowing roar and burst into green particles ceasing to exist for the 548th time by Harry's hand in one week.

“Now let's see what I've got this time...” Harry trailed off as he opened the menu to check his rewards.

The first thing he noticed was the Exp reward, he gaind a total of 947 Experience Points. It had begun to steadily lower as he levelled higher and made the boss fight easier. His Experience Bar topped out at 7921/9375 till his next level up.

But what really caught his eyes was the name of the item below.

Item Recieved: GS Hilt.

“Fuckin' finally!” Harry laughed in triumph. It may have taken him an entire week, 20 hour long days, sometimes more, killing Illfang The Kobold Lord 3 to 4 times an hour, but he'd finally got the rare item he sought. The GS Hilt was only one of four parts to one of the most powerful weapons in the game, as he'd discovered during his time as a Beta-tester. He'd managed to acquire 3 of the 4 parts needed to craft the blade when the Beta Test came to an end, but now he had all the time in the world to construct the weapon.

Grinning, Harry transferred his new reward to his item pack before standing up and dusting himself off. “Hopefully the other pieces don't take this long...” He said to himself. Harry paused for a moment as he thought, idly tousling the front of his messy black hair as he thought. “If I remember right, the next part of the blade can be received from one of the hidden Quests on floor... 9, I think?” The teen continued in thought as he began making his way out of the dungeon and up to the 2nd floor. The only thing left on floor 1 was the hidden dungeon, but rumours said that there was a monster as strong as a floor 90 boss in there and he knew he was nowhere near ready to take on such a beast.

He liked to fight, and enjoyed a good challenge, but he wasn't completely suicidal after all.

As he finished ascending the stairs to the 2nd floor, and walked out into the bright sunny grassland area Harry paused, a small smile gracing his face, “Hello Argo,” He started, “Haven't seen you in a good few weeks.” Harry continued to say to the seemingly empty area.

He heard an amused feminine chuckle and from his side, a teenage girl around his age wearing a long brown hooded cloak appeared. She had a pretty face sporting three red whisker marks on each side and brown shoulder length hair.

“I had rumours about a 'crazy' player who was farming the first floor boss for the rare items and good Exp. I should have known it was you, Harry-bozu.” Argo stated with a chuckle as she approached him.

Argo was a Beta Tester he'd met during the first launch of the game, and she worked as an information broker, selling information, and spreading it; for the right price, of course.

Harry only gave her a large, almost arrogant grin in response as he casually leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Was it worth it?” She asked.

“Damn straight.” Harry answered without hesitation, ”It took me a while, but I got the GS Hilt, and along with that a ton of rare items and Exp.”

Argo's eyes widened, “Really?” She breathed out, “You actually got the hilt?!”

“Yep.” He replied casually, “But enough about that, I need you to spread the information that I've got a huge stockpile of Cloaks Of Midnight and Blades Of Midnight that I'll be selling for 50, 000  Col a piece.” Harry continued.

Argo blinked, “How much will I be getting for this?” She questioned suspiciously, “And just how many of them do you have anyway?”

Harry scratched his head in thought, “Dunno I lost count, but I'll give you 10% of my total earnings.” He said as he brought up his menu an checked his inventory, “Ah, well I've got 187 Cloak's Of Midnight and 137 Blade's Of Midnight.” The green eyed wizard continued, his tone rather bored. “Glad these things stack, and we don't have a weight limit.” He mentioned offhandedly with an amused air.  

Argo's jaw dropped and her eyes nearly popped from their sockets, “10% of all that?! Going at 50, 000 Col a piece... Do you know how much that is?” She blurted out in disbelief.

Harry shrugged, he didn't really know honestly, he couldn't be bothered calculating it in his head, but he knew it was quite the hefty sum, especially this early in the game and he rather liked Argo personally so he didn't see it as that big of a bother by helping her out by giving her good rates for her help.

Luckily for him though, Argo did the calculations on her own, “That's freaking 3,240,000 Col! 3.2 freaking million col!” She shouted at him, gaping in shock.

Harry scratched his chin, “Meh, think of it as a gift to help keep you alive in this game.” He casually replied.

“But...but but...but...” Argo spluttered, trying to come up with some kind of argument.

Harry rolled his eyes, and promptly leaned his face towards hers and sharply captured her lips with his own, using her distraction to slip his tongue inside her mouth and massage hers with it as he initiated a rather passionate kiss with her.

After a few moments, Argo began moaning into his mouth and he smirked as he pulled back, leaving her breathless, her eyes slightly glazed, “Well if you're so insistent you could always pay me back by joining me in my hotel room for the night, and having some fun with me... all night long.” Harry told her with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Argo snapped out of her daze, her face erupting in a furious blush before she snapped up and jabbed him hard on the nose.

“Ow...” Harry deadpanned, despite not even twitching from the strike to his face.

“No way Harry-ecchi!” Argo shouted at him, her eyebrow twitching, “We've only been here for just over a month, and I've heard about you having sex with no less than 14 girls! Why the hell are you sleeping with all these girls anyway?!” She questioned loudly.

“Cuz' sex is awesome, especially with a nice looking girl such as yourself.” Harry replied, smirking as she blushed at his compliment on her looks,  “Although you shouldn't class yourself with those other girls, they were only one time things, I'd like to have you in bed with me for hours on end, multiple times.” He continued proudly, as if he wasn't just telling a girl how he had been screwing tons of other girls and would also like to screw her repeatedly, for hours on end.

“But-but we're in a game...does it even feel as good...” Argo trailed off with a whisper, an embarrassed blush upon her face.

Harry winked at her, “It's even better in this game because everyone gets boosted stamina and can thus go at it more than in the real world.” He told her.

“So how about it?” Harry continued with another wiggle of his eyebrows, “How about we 'party' up for a few days?” He asked with a roguish grin.

Argo bit her lip, her face a cherry red as she stared at the ground before slowly shaking her head, “N-not this time Harry-ecchi, I'm busy!” She stuttered out before turning on her heels and briskly walking away towards town.

Harry watched her go for a few moments, a large grin splitting his face as he eyed her backside wiggling from side to side as she walked, even under her cloak he could see the distinct roundness of her backside, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave, because that is one damn fine arse!” Harry called out to her giving a loud wolf-whistle in appreciation.

He chuckled, as she stumbled on her feet and then literally began running from the area.

Looking up, he saw that the sun had begun to set, “I best be making my way to the town then to rent a hotel room for the night.” He said to himself before taking off at his own brisk place. Considering she was the closest thing to a rogue this game had, a brisk pace for her far outstripped anything he could do.

Still, his business here was done, even more so that he'd already got in contact with Argo who would spread the word about him selling his rare items, so he could just wait for the players to come to him.

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Instincts honed through years of battle caused Harry to jerk his arm up, his sword appearing in his hand as it was equipped and blocked the tip of a spear that would have surely skewered him through the throat.

Blinking groggily, Harry casually tossed his assailant off to the side and began rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

His attacker, a tall woman with wavy orange-reddish hair grunted as she hit the floor. The most defining trait about her at the moment though was that she was completely naked, showing off her long shapely legs, and large round breasts topped with pink nipples.

Harry blinked at her as he began trying to remember, bits and pieces of a few hours earlier when he'd met her at the bar. He'd deduced she was very much alike to some of the gold-diggers he'd met and had easily enough got her up to his room for the night where he'd fucked her silly for over 3 hours.

“Err, Rosemary right?” Harry asked dumbly. His mind wasn't all there at the moment, but he could easily deduce that she'd tried to PK him by accepting a duel challenge from her for him when he was asleep.

Harry stood up from the bed, allowing the sheets to drop and reveal his half-hard member that dangled between his legs and the fact that his entire body was completely naked.

The woman growled angrily as she jumped to her feet, her large breasts bouncing high on her chest as she did so, “It's Rosalia you bastard!” She screamed as she readied her spear and charged him. Her breasts bounced wildly on her chest and she showed not a hint of modesty as she readied her attack.

Harry sighed as he dispelled his sword and waited for her. When Rosalia was just a foot from him he lashed out, smacking the spear from her grip and grasping her under the arms and using his superior strength, he tossed both her and himself onto the bed with him on top.

“We can continue this later, but for now I'm horny again.” Harry told her as he lined himself up with her entrance.

“Bastard, get off of me!” She screamed and tried to bite him.

Harry only laughed in reply as he thrust forward, sheathing his fully hard cock inside her tight pussy. Rosalia moaned out loudly in reply and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Oh god, fuck me cross-eyed again.” She pleaded, her personality taking a complete 180.

Harry grinned. She'd tried to kill him, but she was damn hot and he'd give her a by for that. In the future he supposed he could help her out so she didn't need to resort to illegal Pk'ing.  

That, and he would gladly keep her around to screw on a regular bases.

With that, he began hammering inside her as hard and fast as he possibly could. It would be another 4 hours before he let Rosalia fall out of consciousness, a drooling and sperm covered/filled mess.