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

brighter they glow.”

“Do you have enchanted items, Rory?” Louie asked.

“I do, but none of them over the safe point,” he replied. “Gambling’s not a luxury I can afford at the moment. However, I used to have a +12 axe years ago. It had the most beautiful blue glow I had ever seen. Not completely solid, but beautiful. And it was a damn fine axe too. D grade, but better than most C grades in terms of damage.”

“Should we enchant our equipment too, Alex?” Louie asked.

“You mean the stuff we just bought?”

“Yes. Until the safe point. Not more,” he added.

“Ye can’t enchant E-grade items, boys,” Rory interjected. “Ye have to wait until ye get to level 20 and buy yer first piece of D-grade equipment.”

“Well that makes the decision easier, doesn’t it?” I said, and Louie simply nodded.

As we dropped the issue of enchanting, I had a completely unrelated epiphany given Louie’s closer involvement in tonight’s events.

“Louie. I just thought about it. What do you say we get you some heavy armor? You’ll be much more protected.”

“That isn’t how it works, half-Celt,” the dwarf interjected.

“He’s right, Alex,” Louie confirmed. “It doesn’t work like that. Here, let me show you the first two passive skills I got once I became a mage and you’ll see what we’re talking about.”

Before I had time to react, a small flashing icon appeared on the periphery of my vision. I mentally clicked on it and two skill windows appeared.

Name : Mana Recovery

Level : 1

Type : Passive

HP Consumed : 0

MP Consumed : 0

Power : 0

Range : Self

Precondition : Only active when wearing spellcaster-type armor.

Description : The fabric of spellcaster-type armor enables the smoother flow of mana from the Dark Energy to the wearer’s body, making it easier for them to recover it. MP Recovery is increased significantly.

Name : Mana Movement

Level : 1

Type : Passive

HP Consumed : 0

MP Consumed : 0

Power : 0

Range : Self

Precondition : Only active when wearing spellcaster-type armor.

Description : The fabric of spellcaster-type armor enables mana circulation over its whole surface. This mana can assist and boost the wearer’s movements. Speed and Magic Attack Speed are increased significantly.

“And it’s not only that,” Louie added. “Wearing different types of armor acts more like a penalty, since this is the norm for spellcasters.

“I see,” I replied, a bit disappointed that what I thought was an epiphany was ultimately already taken care of by the Dark Energy rules. “In that case, it’s good that we got robes for you.”

“That’s great,” Louie replied. “I just wish we could have gained a few more levels.”

“Ye don’t need to worry little one,” Rory said, the big grin still not having faded from his face. “Ye’ll barely get the chance to heal me. I’ll make short work of them. I just hope yer Italian friend won’t take them out before I reach them.”

“Don’t think you’ll just rush in through the front door and kill everything in there,” I said, a bit worried that the dwarf’s foolhardiness would have him take the situation into his own hands. “Once we meet with Leo, we’ll need to plan according to his intel.”

“Human, I often take offense at yer insulting remarks because I keep forgetting ye’re new to this world. Dwarfs always plan. Remember that.”

“I will,” I said and offered a smile as reconciliation, excuse, or whatever would soothe his ego. We needed to be on the best terms for tonight.

A few minutes after midnight, I received a message from Leo.

Waiting for you in a black van ragazzi.

“Leo’s waiting for us downstairs,” I said and glanced at the fully equipped Louie and Rory to see the consolidated view of their stats screens. “You guys ready?”

Name : Rory Battleforge

Race : Dwarf

Class : Mastersmith

Level : 43

HP : 3033/3033

MP : 547/547

XP : 85.51%

STR : 39

DEX : 29

CON : 45

INT : 20

WIS : 10

MEN : 27

Physical Attack : 254

Physical Defense : 556

Accuracy : 80

Critical : 43

Attack Speed : 413

Magic Attack : 85

Magic Defense : 413

Evasion : 67

Speed : 125

Casting Speed : 203

HP Regen. : 16.1/minute

MP Regen. : 3.9/minute

Name : Louie Thunder

Race : Dog (Corgi)

Class : Mage

Level : 5

HP : 160/160

MP : 243/243

XP : 13.26%

STR : 22

DEX : 21

CON : 27

INT : 41

WIS : 20

MEN : 39

Physical Attack : 17

Physical Defense : 111

Accuracy : 37

Critical : 40

Attack Speed : 328

Magic Attack : 36

Magic Defense : 136

Evasion : 32

Speed : 121

Casting Speed : 333

HP Regen. : 2.2/minute

MP Regen. : 1.6/minute

While Louie looked as normal as ever, with the exception of his peculiar hat and all the additional jingles, Rory looked like a medieval war machine. He was clad in shining full plate armor that looked reddish under the dim light of the room. His long war hammer looked even more deadly than the time he’d literally crushed a skull with it. In his other hand he was now holding a heavy shield, coated in the same red metal as his armor.

Seeing the difference in their stats, I wondered if we’d be of any use in today’s raid alongside Rory and Leo. The difference was even more apparent since Louie was a spellcaster while Rory was a melee fighter, but I had no doubt my stats would look just as bad compared to the dwarven beast.

Name : Alexander MacFie

Race : Human

Class : Fighter

Level : 4

HP : 183/183

MP : 59/59

XP : 84.61%

STR : 40

DEX : 30

CON : 43

INT : 21

WIS : 11

MEN : 25

Physical Attack : 42

Physical Defense : 162

Accuracy : 36

Critical : 88

Attack Speed : 357

Magic Attack : 11

Magic Defense : 116

Evasion : 36

Speed : 126

Casting Speed : 213

HP Regen. : 3.2/minute

MP Regen. : 1.1/minute

Just as I thought. The only thing I was beating him at in terms of battle stats was Critical, but that would make little difference since our Physical Attack stats were so vastly different. Regardless, there was absolutely no way I’d let him deal with this alone. This was our business and these people had a problem with me above all. I wouldn’t let somebody else take care of my problems for me.

“Let’s go,” Louie said and barked excitedly.

“Ye gonna keep staring at us, half-Celt? Let’s get this over with. We need to start the money-making engines again.”

“You’re right. Let’s get moving. Tonight, we end this.”

We rushed down the stairs and out of the building.