Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) by Jez Cajiao (beach books .txt) 📗

weapon successfully, + 21% chance of crafting success

48/100

Endurance

26

Governs stamina and stamina regeneration

520 STM

(200+320), regen 16pts per 30s (Each point now worth 20STM)

36/100

Intelligence

56

Governs base mana and number of spells able to be learned

540 Mana (100+440) mana, spell capacity: 28 spells (-20mp due to soul bond)

15/100

Luck

24

Governs overall chance of bonuses

+14% chance of success in areas luck affects

82/100

Perception

25

Governs ranged damage and chance to spot traps/hidden items

+150% ranged damage, +25% chance to spot traps/hidden items

44/100

Strength

24

Governs damage with melee weapons and carrying capacity

+14 damage with melee weapons, +140% carrying capacity

63/100

Wisdom

35 (30)

Governs mana regeneration and memory

+250% mana recovery, 1.7ppm, 250% more likely to remember things.

41/100

Basically, I’d leapt upwards like I’d had my dick stapled to a rocket lately. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, as I’d done almost nothing but fight since leaving the Tower‒hell, since finding out Lou had been fucking Martin, my entire world had gone mental. I’d either been training, enduring torture, fighting for my life, facing the creatures of nightmare, or riding a flying ship with a shapeshifting, sex-crazed wisp. It was mental, all that had happened, but I sure as hell wouldn’t swap it for the world.

I pulled up the last few notifications, finding one that was totally new.

Congratulations, Admiral! You have taken command of a fleet. Current crew condition: Cautiously optimistic.

Fleet assets:

1x Battleship:

Unnamed: Unarmed

Crew: 46

Passengers: 470

Condition: 34% hull integrity.

3x Cruisers:

Atlantessa: 6x Cannons, 1x Heavy Lightning Cannon

Crew: 13

Passengers: 58

Sigmar’s Fist: 4x Cannons, 3x Heavy Mortars

Crew: 18

Passengers: 57

Ragnarök: 6x Cannons, 1x Fireball Generator

Crew: 19

Passengers: 57

3x Fast Scouts:

Link’s Arrival: 1x Cannon

Crew: 8

Passengers: 39

Furies’ Awakening: 1x Cannon

Crew: 9

Passengers: 44

Summer’s Promise: 1x Cannon

Crew: 9

Passengers: 43

Trader:

Star’s Glory: 1 Cannon

Crew: 7

Passengers: 49

Due to the fact that you were unconscious while the fleet was assembled and took no direct part in its capture, no XP will be awarded for acquiring these vessels beyond that which has already been awarded.

“What the hell?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “I gave the orders, made the plans… with others, yeah… but still!” I grumbled irritably as I read through all the details. It didn’t give a further breakdown of passengers, to my disappointment. Knowing if all the Legion were in one ship, for example, would help, but still, even the minimal information gave me a much better idea of what was going on. I dismissed the window, thinking that I really needed to find a proper Admiral for this fleet, as I really didn’t have time to learn another skill set. I mentally tagged it as job number three-hundred and sixty-seven thousand, nine hundred and four on my to-do list.

I was joking, even with myself, but it really did feel like that at times.

Then I had an evil thought, and decided it was Oren’s problem. That was what I sort of paid him for, after all.

I pulled up the last notification and grinned as I read it, realizing that this was what Oracle had been waiting for me to see.

Congratulations! New Ability Unlocked!

As an Imperial Scion and acknowledged Heir to the Imperial Throne, you gain new Abilities in direct relation to the number of your followers. Increase your loyal population to increase these abilities.

New Ability: Righteous Rage

The sight of your subjects, even unwitting and unsworn as some may be, has awoken the Righteous Rage of the Imperial Throne! For a cost of two hundred Mana, Health, and Stamina per second, you can reach out and touch your subjects, freeing those who have been unlawfully imprisoned, and turning the devices of their imprisonment against their captors.

Beware: All Imperial Abilities come with a permanent cost. Utilizing an ability such as this will change you, and those around you, in ways great and small.  

“I see it,” I said simply, opening my eyes and meeting Oracle’s impatient gaze.

“Really?!” she squealed, closing her eyes, and examining the details, before letting out a cry of celebration. “It is! It really is!” She threw herself at me, knocking me off the small bed I’d been reclining on as she reverted to full size.

“Want me to leave the room?” Bane asked sardonically as Oracle and I laid there, grinning idiotically at each other, my blanket half-covering us from where it had slipped off the bed.

“Oh, sounds fun!” Oracle said, grinning, just as the door opened and Grizz stuck his head in.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” he asked anxiously, searching around, three more Legionnaires just visible in the corridor behind him.

“Oracle is getting frisky, apparently…” Bane said dryly, and Grizz grinned, sheathing his sword.

“Boss! Are you okay?” he repeated, stepping inside, then pausing. “Unless you really do want some ‘alone time,’ if you know what I mean… want me to move the guys away from the door so they can’t hear as much?”

“Oh god,” I muttered, recalling the earlier reactions to my activities with Oracle. “These walls don’t stop any noise, do they?”

“Nope! They actually make them louder in places. Weird, the way the ship is laid out; some things can be heard from one end to the other, practically!” He didn’t even bother trying to hide his shit-eating grin.

“I don’t ever want you to confirm if the entire ship heard Oracle and me getting our rocks off. Never. Understand?” I said in as calm and dignified a manner as possible in conjunction with laying on the floor with a stunningly beautiful woman atop me, amidst the remains of a broken bed.

“Got you there. Don’t worry, boss. I’ll never confirm that the entire Legion were placing bets on how long you’d go; don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Grizz… I appreciate that,” I grumbled, facepalming.

“Grizz…” Oracle said sweetly. “Do I have to hit you with lightning again to shut you up, or are you going to stop that tongue all on your own?”

“Uh… lightning, probably…” Grizz laughed, then ducked hastily back into the corridor.

“I swear I’m going to toast his nuts one of these days…” Oracle threatened in a low growl.

“You know Grizz, though...” I said as she shifted back into her fairy form and took off, while I clambered to my feet. “He’d probably like it.”

“Probably!” Grizz’s cheerful voice agreed from the