Berserker: A LitRPG Urban Fantasy Adventure (Apocosmos Book 1) by Dimitrios Gkirgkiris (books for 20 year olds txt) 📗

never used it, because I never asked for it. Even the camera had never been turned on. Now, it turned out that this had been the perfect place to store them. I swiftly turned all three light boxes to face the door while Louie telekinetically plugged them into the outlet and turned their brightness dials up to the maximum.

“Suit yourself, you bastard,” was the last thing I heard before another burst of condensed, mana-infused air blasted through the door and landed on the hilts of my crossed swords.

“Light them up, boy!” I shouted and pushed myself forward.

Two things happened at once. First, the lights threw my shadow onto three people who flinched to cover their eyes. Second, a line of blood was painted on my pristine cream bedroom carpet as I slashed the mage from shoulder to hip. Sending him first was a big mistake on their part, but I bet they hadn’t expected me to fight back. At least not with swords.

Not wanting to lose any of my momentum, I brought my second sword forward and pierced him through the shoulder. It wasn’t enough to bring him down but would sure make him fall back. Before the other two recovered from their momentarily stunned condition, I triggered Mighty Slash and landed it with both swords on the lower-level human. At that instant, I felt a gentle breeze, building in pressure, coming from behind me and I jumped back just in time for Louie’s Gale Blast to hit the thief I had just attacked.

Just as I started believing that the bastards had gotten more than they’d bargained for, I realized Louie’s spell hadn’t carried nearly the same kind of power the thug’s spell had. Being level 11, the mage must have upgraded his Gale Blast so its power was greater, plus he was also carrying a short staff that further improved his stats. Louie, on the other hand, had no weapon meaning that his Magic Attack was way lower. Perhaps I should have listened to him when he was pleading to go XPing. I never stopped going to the gym, but being able to do pull-ups hardly mattered right now.

The thief stepped in front of the mage who was already healing himself and darted toward me menacingly. I brought my swords forward, pointing one at his chest and keeping the second just above my head, ready for whatever attack he might dish out with his dagger. The rogue, who had now taken out a short bow, fired an arrow but his aim was so bad that I didn’t even have to move to avoid it. The moment the cooldown timer of my Mighty Slash skill was about to reset, I was surprised by a puffing sound followed by a yelp from Louie.

It turned out that the rogue’s aim was far from bad, and the arrows had struck the base of one of the light boxes, making it burst into a small cloud of smoke. What’s worse, the arrowheads had created a short-circuit and killed the lights in the whole apartment.

I swiped my swords left and right in the dark, just in case one of them tried to make a move at that exact moment and I felt the desperation of how stupid and incompetent of a fighter I was. At the same time, I felt Louie touch my ankle gently, letting me know he was next to me so that I wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally injuring him.

“We’re sorry about the door,” said a voice from the other end of the room.

“Fuck off,” I said and immediately ducked, realizing what he was trying to do.

Sure enough, I heard a dagger stick into the door of the wardrobe behind me. The darkness must have been much more of an advantage for me than it was for them. I knew the room. I knew where each piece of furniture and heavy object was. I might not be able to see in the dark, but trying to bait me into giving my location away implied that they couldn’t either, and I could use this to my advantage. I just needed to…

“Gotcha.” There was a whisper just in front of my face, the breath hot and smelling of sulfur.

A pair of red serpent eyes flashed briefly before me as a weird feeling of pressure in my stomach overtook me. I struck out with my sword but the voice’s owner had already stepped back. I glanced at the red and blue bars in the corner of my vision.

HP : 97/183

MP : 41/59

The bastard had brought me down to half of my HP and I was sure, even though I couldn’t feel the pain at the moment, that if the lights went up I would be able to see things inside my body that I shouldn’t be able to. He had most probably triggered the Mortal Stab dagger skill that I also had. The rogue had another race in his stats window when I examined him. Could it be that he could see in the dark? If that was the case, I had only one option left. Create light and attack him.

“Heal me, buddy,” I said and readied myself to launch an attack followed by my only offensive skill.

“But the light—”

“Exactly. Do it!” I shouted and stepped forward, my left foot still touching Louie so he’d know where to target me.

“Come on, bitch,” hissed the spellcaster.

The light enveloped me and I felt a slight tingle as the warmth was concentrated around the area where I had been stabbed. I watched my HP bar be fully replenished as I brought down my swords on the thief. I had no trouble finding my target since he was fully illuminated by the healing light that showered me. He tried moving out of the way but with the change of light, he’d only managed to redirect my second sword. The first one cut his arm from shoulder to elbow.

The one I was looking for, however—the night-vision rogue—was