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

hidden behind large stacks of boxes, with small gaps left between them so they could shoot their weapons and spells. The occultist seemed like the biggest threat to us for two reasons: first, because he was the highest level of them all and second, because of the two large horns on his head and the black leathery wings on his back.

What the hell is this guy?

I could think of no other way to fight such a spellcaster other than to wait until he ran out of MP and take him out quickly. I really didn’t feel good about this plan, but it seemed like the only way we’d be able to take them down without Rory.

“Can you handle more pain?” I asked Rory, bending forward a bit to meet his eyes.

“Aye,” he replied, having understood what my plan was. “I’ll drain the fucker.”

The fact that Rory was out of the battle meant that the field was leveled out far too much for my liking. We had a high-level spellcaster, a low-level spellcaster, and a low-level fighter. They too had a high-level spellcaster and their two fighters were not much stronger than us, but still powerful nonetheless.

“You made a grave mistake by coming here, human,” a guttural voice said as I prepared to make my move. “You should have been satisfied with the fact that you survived our assault.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant to goad me out or was just enjoying giving the villain monologue. And little did I care. I rushed forward, jumping over a low stack of crates and dashing behind their ranks.

Three things happened all at once.

First, I activated my Mighty Slash and landed a critical hit on the back of the unsuspecting hunter, the only one who was still hiding here.

Second, Leo let out a scream and I saw him jump back: the thief had walked around his cover and stabbed him.

Lastly, and most importantly, the occultist had already taken flight and blasted Louie out of his spot with a baseball-sized sphere of fire. Louie’s yelp was the worst sound I’d ever heard and it echoed even worse now that I knew Leo was already trying to deal with a fighter in close quarters and would be too occupied to help him. I needed to end my foe quickly. I had less than a minute left before my buffs ended.

I slashed one sword at the thief but he sidestepped, evading my blade. His face wore a disgusting smirk under the green illumination of a beer bottle shaped neon light.

“You’ll watch your dog die, asshole,” he said and stepped forward, dagger in hand.

I wasn’t sure if it was quick thinking or an instinctive reaction to him threatening to hurt Louie, but my leg rose much faster than it should have been able to, even with all the buffs. I front-kicked him and he directed his knife at my foot, probably assuming that I’d pull it back. But as the blade pierced my boot and then my skin, I put even more force into it.

I saw the blade emerge from the bridge of my foot but I felt no pain. Only rage. The sides of my vision had taken on a red hue, no matter what color the neon lights around me were. The force of my kick pushed the thief’s hand back against his chest with so much force that his wrist twisted at an unnatural angle with a sickening crack.

I heard another yelp from Louie and glanced around to see his HP bar drop to just above half.

“Use the potion, Louie, lad!” Rory shouted.

I need to end this now.

I pulled my leg back, the dagger still gripped in the thief’s locked hand. I was surprised at how easy it was to step on my foot again, considering there was now a hole at its center.

“You bastard,” he said and slashed the dagger at my face with his smashed hand.

The blade whooshed in a downward arc just below my left ear, splitting skin and drawing blood. I did nothing to avoid it. I welcomed it.

“You broke my—” He stopped mid-sentence as my left sword pierced his abdomen.

I twisted the blade in him and swiped my other sword right beneath his ear. The force of the hit wasn’t enough to cut through the bone holding his head up but the blade lodged itself into the side of his neck, spraying blood on my face. His eyes were wide open. Disbelief at how his life ended. How could this have happened to him, no doubt the protagonist of his own story? I spat on his face and pulled both my blades out in one swift motion, leaving him to twist on the spot before hitting the ground.

I rushed forward just in time to see Louie’s self-healing spell interrupted by an ice shard that hit him straight in his side. The remaining red color of his HP bar was now barely visible and this time he didn’t even make a sound. He was struggling to breathe.

Leo had just landed a hit on his opponent but wouldn’t be able to get rid of him fast enough to help Louie. This was bad. The incubus, or whatever this person was, was getting ready to cast another spell directed at Louie.

This was no trick of the light. My whole vision had adopted a deep red tint. I felt power rush through me. Ooze from my wounds. I felt the veins at my temples throb. I had no control over my body anymore. It was as if a crazed animal had taken over. My feet sprinted forward as I noticed a new icon next to my almost expired buffs.

Name : Berserkir Awakening

Type : State

Level : 1

Effect : Reduces Physical Defense by 5%, Magic Defense by 10%, Physical Evasion by 2. Increases Physical Attack by 5%, Magic Attack by 10%, Attack Speed by 5%, Casting Speed by 5%, Speed by 5.

Time Left : ???

Description : ???

My mind started to become foggy as I