No, unfortunately, this is not a new chapter for those of you who were excited at seeing an update. My most sincere apologies for giving you, my loyal readers, false hope. This is something that I had hoped I'd never be doing but this is a matter that needs to be addressed considering there are some of you who will continue following and/or favoriting this story of mine.

The purpose of this notice is to inform you of my - relatively - newest story, as I do not want any of you being left behind, also because I know that most of you will downright ignore an Author's Note at the end of a chapter (don't worry, I do that sometimes as well).

The newest Gamer story I'm working on is The Lawful Gamer, a fresh start if you will, as I took note of my mistakes creating this story as well as the incredibly helpful reviews provided by you, the readers. Go to my profile and find it there.

My other story is a collaborative work I'm doing with a fellow author of mine, Neramo, the story being named The Heartless and The Goddess - completely original name, I know - where it takes elements of both my own version of the Game, and Neramo's version of multiverse travelers.

I appreciate the fact that you read through this, rather than leaving this tab/page almost immediately, and it should be noted that this story - The Traversing Gamer - will be on hold for the time being as I work on the two stories mentioned above.

Anyhow, ciao!

A small preview to not disappoint you.

(Mass Effect Universe - Milky Way Galaxy - Unknown)
(Third Person POV)

Galactic civilization was in disarray, the Reapers had come and the fools that were the Council had not heeded Commander Shepard's warnings. The Batarians had already fallen before the Artifical Intelligence menace, countless years of corruption and disorder had made their naval strength laughable - something that the Reapers took advantage of as they steamrolled through the slaver race's territory. The Systems Alliance on the other hand, had also been struck by Reapers, most of their colonies leading directly to Earth had already fallen and those that had not were barely holding any form of resistance, the Sol System was already under siege as most of the Alliance's fleet could do nothing to the technologically superior opponent.

Dozens upon dozens of System Alliance ships were torn apart, a single blast of molten metal coming from the machine race was enough to completely annihilate any ship of the current cycle. The sad thing was, was that the Alliance did not manage to at least eliminate one of the Reapers, their command structure being torn apart quickly resulted in the complete chaos of what little order remained among the Captains of each ship - as Admiral Steven Hackett was fortunate enough to rally the fleet during their panic.

Commander Shepard was already long gone from Earth, seeking assistance from all corners of the galaxy against the threat, gathering his comrades, and warning the Council to shore up their defenses for even just a small chance of surviving.

Unbeknownst to the Citadel Community, a large fleet of twenty thousand warships was beyond the relays, and they watched as the galaxy burned before them. This fleet of warships was not of Reaper-design, no, it was of Galactic Imperium make, and they bided their time before it was their time intervene near the end of the war.

The fleet split into threes, five thousand ships headed towards the System Alliance, slipspace portals launching the ships at a faster speed than that of any Mass Effect drive, dozens of these warships appeared from their portals next to Reapers, ramming straight through them with but nary a scratch.

Five thousand had headed for the Citadel, to assist the remnants of the combined fleets of the Citadel Community, much to the shock and utter surprise of the latter as they had witnessed thousands of ships far longer and technologically superior than anything they had seen before - including the Reapers.

The remaining ten thousand on the other hand, had went straight for what was considering 'dark space' for the Citadel, home to the Reapers as there were nearly tens of thousands of them - created through eons of harvests.

This was not the first time faced a numerically superior opponent, and they were well prepared with strategies for such situations as nuclear armaments tore apart vanguards of Reapers, turbolasers completely bypassed the kinetic shielding of Reapers, and the Galactic Imperium's MACs were far stronger than anything the Reapers had ever witnessed before, twelve hundred tons of tungsten rounds crossed the distance between the GIS' and the Reapers - completely overwhelming Reaper shielding and destroying them.

All of this was planned by the tactical genius that was God-Emperor Michael's son, Jazen Nobles, forming plans long before the Reapers' appearance, all for the sake of impressing his father with the achievement of eviscerating the Reapers of the Mass Effect Universe.

Instances similar to this were taking place across the multiverse, fleet against fleet, and they were all led by the children of Michael, to make him proud of their feats.