Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) by Jez Cajiao (free ebooks for android .TXT) 📕

feet. I’d literally give everyone else a spell they could use in a fight, but I’d inadvertently made him into a support class.

I suddenly realized that I didn’t even let him fight on the front line most of the time, making him hang back to protect the ranged guys. I quickly went looking through the bags again and found the books on summoning demons. They made me wary, to be honest; the whole concept of summoning a demon seemed far worse than summoning a Golem, for some reason… and this was in a realm that had gods and Imps and all sorts, but still…

I shot a questioning look to Oracle, and she eyed him, then patted my shoulder.

“He’s strong enough in his heart not to be corrupted by it, and he loves Miren. Truthfully, I think we can trust him with one,” she said, and I looked back at him. He’d looked up at the comment about loving Miren, and he glared at me now, red-cheeked, as if to ask why I’d had that conversation in front of everyone.

“Ah, sorry, mate. There’s more for you, but apparently you’ll need to be strong in your heart as well?” I half-told, half-asked him as I pulled out the two demon summoning books. “I don’t know much about demons here, but apparently, they’re real, so…”

“Are you serious?” he breathed, his face lighting up. I looked at the others, not seeing objections, so much as envy, as I nodded slowly and handed both books over to him.

“What’s the difference in summoning demons to summoning Golems?” I asked Oracle silently. “I was concerned because they’re gonna be sentient, or at least more than Golems, but they’re just like the Imps… right?”

“No,” Oracle corrected me. “Jian learning to summon demons is granting him a substantially greater power than those that can summon mere Golems. He can choose from several demons when he first opens the summoning portal, and they will become… well, ‘familiars’ is probably the closest I can come; not as close as us, but far closer than a normal summoned creature. He will gradually start to manifest their powers, and they will gain intelligence, as well as returning to the pit with a portion of the power they gain while serving him.”

“Did I just make a huge mistake?” I asked, concerned.

“Noooo…” Oracle said slowly in my mind. “You just gave a man who’s fiercely devoted to you, and in love with another of your team, the chance to change his class to that of a Warlock, though, and believe me, that’s going to come with a massive jump in power for him.”

“But he’ll be safe?”

“No, but I think he can handle it, or I’d have asked you not to give it to him. I know it wasn’t planned, but he’s clean enough in his soul that I think he’s actually one of the best possible choices you could have made. I’d been considering him for some time now as one of the only people I’d recommend for these books.”

“Really? Cool.” I cleared my throat and went on in a voice that everyone could hear. “It’s something that Oracle and I were discussing already; Jian, we trust that you’re strong enough to walk this path, but only you truly know, and I understand if…”

“I can do it!” Jian said quickly, clutching the books to his chest and glaring around at anyone who was too close.

“Okay, then, people, take turns and get those books read, then we move on.” As I was the only one not reading a book, I moved to the front of the group and activated my Dark Vision, staring into the depths of the corridor.

“So, fill me in on the details here, and what I’m missing?” I asked Oracle, and she slipped forward, sitting down on my shoulder in her tiny fairy form. I heard a growl from her a second later, and glanced up, realizing too late that she’d been waiting for a reaction and I’d totally missed it, being too busy watching the corridor.

She was out of sight of the others, the way that she was half laid, half draped across my shoulder and down my arm, and she had changed into something that could only be described as provocative. The tiny red lacy outfit definitely served to enhance her figure, rather than conceal it. Her skin was pale as ivory, and her hair as black as… a very black thing. My brain had stalled at that point as my eyes traveled over her body, and I swallowed hard, feeling a very clear stirring from below the belt as I admired the view.

She smiled and nodded in satisfaction before straightening, materializing clothes over the top of the little lacy red outfit. The new black halter top and yoga pants, with two black lines of camo paint up each cheek, was more in keeping with the situation, but the crimson that peeked out as she moved, revealing that she still wore the red outfit underneath, just short circuited my brain entirely.

“I… uh... I…” I mumbled coherently, and she beamed a thousand megawatt smile up at me, reaching out to pat my cheek.

“That’s better,” she said happily. “Just checking that you weren’t taking me for granted now…”

“God, no…” I muttered clearing my throat. “… and that outfit…”

“For your eyes only, when we’re alone…” she said, winking and laughing in satisfaction at the frantic nod of my head. “Good! Anyway, moving on,” she continued, smiling, “a Warlock isn’t entirely the way you remember them being described in your world’s tales. A Warlock makes pacts with demons, who are denizens of an entirely different realm, somewhat like your Earth is a different realm, but they need our mana to survive here. In return, one of the things they bring to their Warlocks is a massively boosted manapool, but it’s almost unusable, as they need it all to survive here. That’s also why demons don’t tend to be seen wandering around on their own; they