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

abyss that constantly shifts its shape, making the engravings ever-changing. The shifting patterns of this armor are feared among mortals since the disciples of Abaddon are known for their desire to craft pain through loss. Creating widows and orphans, or killing children and letting their parents live with the pain of separation, are some of the tactics they are most known for.

Name : Golden Elf Stockings +2

Type : Lower Armor (Robe)

Rarity : D Grade

Physical Defense : 29

MP Increment : 79

Durability : 540/540

Weight : 1010st.

Description : This particular design of stockings is primarily used by golden elf spellcasters who, in their majority, live on beaches or by the sea. The stockings therefore carry a certain saltwater affinity and enhance non-damaging spells in that environment.

These were the only two enchanted pieces in the whole pile of equipment. The golden elf stockings looked like something that Leo might be able to make use of in the future, but I had no doubt his clan would have the very best for him as soon as he upgraded his class, especially since he was the only spellcaster.

The full plate armor on the other hand was disturbingly enthralling. Watching its metal engravings shift before my eyes was both beautiful and terrifying. Having absorbed the information in its description, I couldn’t help but feel small in a world where angels and demons had their own militias and spread fear and mayhem among mortals. What’s more, this beautiful armor, in all its +8 golden-glowing glory, was the single highest enchanted item in the warehouse and seemed to have been used for the vilest of deeds.

“Faster, people,” Leo said as we threw all kinds of jewelry, rubies, aquamarines, and diamonds into our inventories as fast as we could. “The dungeon might collapse any minute now.”

“Ye take care of this,” Rory said and stormed off. “I’m gonna check the locked room.”

Out in the corridor, we heard the sound of the door at the end being smashed for the fourth time as we continued looting the last room.

“By Dagda’s cock!” Rory shouted. “This is fucking incredible!”

“What is?” I asked after I rushed to him. “More weapons?”

“Take a look for yerself,” he said, holding up a scaly oval orb in one hand and a red leather-bound book in the other.

Item : Dragon’s Reckoning

Type : Greater Magical Artifact

Durability : 7200000/7200000

Rarity : S Grade

Weight : -

Description : ???

Item : Return to Oblivion

Type : ???

Durability : 0/0

Rarity : ???

Weight : 40st.

Description : ???

“They look great,” I said, not sure what kind of reaction he was expecting. “But I have no idea what they are.”

“I don’t exactly know either,” Rory said, “but I’ve never held an S-grade item in my hands before, much less a greater magical artifact. As for the book, I can’t even see its grade.”

“You’re already so high-level, and you’ve never touched an S-grade item?” I asked.

“Are ye crazy, lad?” the dwarf said, flustered. “S-grade items aren’t for mortals. This here is greater gods territory.”

“Holy fuck!” was Leo’s delayed reaction to the two extraordinary items Rory was holding. “I hope you’re not thinking of selling them.”

“We don’t even know what they are!” I exclaimed.

“An S-grade item and a… whatever this thing is?” Rory responded. “Of course not.”

“If these items appeared in the marketplace,” Louie said, “they would bring with them all kinds of unwanted attention. We need to sit on them and figure out what they are.”

At that exact moment, a cold breeze rushed through the warehouse and the lights dimmed to their normal colorful neon hues. The air smelled of dust and the hum of electricity was suddenly louder in our ears.

“The dungeon collapsed,” Leo noted. “Let’s get out of here and we can talk on the way back to Rory’s place.”

“Make the call then, elf,” Rory said enigmatically and produced a small keg from his inventory.

He looked at it lovingly and uncorked it. The word Fire Oak was written on the side and immediately I remembered Rory asking for this specific kind of whiskey the first time he’d visited me. He took a big gulp, and another, and then kissed the dark wood before rolling it along the ground.

“Yes, hello?” Leo said into his phone. “I think there’s a fire in one of the old warehouses on my block.”

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I asked.

“Setting the place on fire, of course,” the dwarf said and produced an ember from the bottom of his pipe using a thick metal needle.

“When did we agree on this?” I asked, a little weirded out that they’d decided this without consulting me first.

“It’s standard procedure so that nothing will lead to us,” Leo said quietly, holding his phone away from his mouth. “Yes, officer. I can hear you.” He moved toward the roll-up door we entered from, waving at us to follow him.

Without needing a second invitation, I walked out too, Louie running along next to me. By this time, the barrel had hit the other end of the warehouse, and it had created a trail of clearly flammable whiskey on the warehouse floor. Rory threw the ember onto the ground and jogged over to the exit to join us. The line of fire moved twice as fast as he did, though in the opposite direction. Once out of the building, we looked around and saw that nobody seemed to have noticed anything, so we were able to reach our getaway car without any problems.

That was when we heard the explosion. The blast was so powerful that the car shook and Louie’s tail instinctively whipped down between his legs as he pressed his body against my ankles.

“How the fuck can you drink that stuff?” I asked, picking up Louie who was doing his best to hide the fact he’d been scared by the explosion.

“Don’t judge it till ye try it, half-Celt,” Rory said. He waited until we were all seated around the car’s hexagonal table before he spoke again. “We did it. We fucking did it.”

“Did you ever have