Tower Climber (A LitRPG Adventure, Book 1) by Jakob Tanner (free children's online books TXT) 📕

In the span of one panicked blink, the climber president was looming over them and lifting up its claws to slash them. This was the speed and power of an A-ranked climber.

Incredible, thought Max.

He didn’t have time to dodge, so he triggered the bind ability.

The werewolf moved too fast though and tore a gash into Max’s leg.

“Agh!” he screamed out as a sharp piercing pain rushed through his whole body.

His leg was covered in blood.

“Max! Are you okay?” said Casey, rushing over to him.

Everything around him started to go blurry. Was he falling into shock? What was happening to him?

The werewolf leapt away and reached at its head with its own claws.

The climber president was still in there! He was fighting against Samuel’s cellular manipulation control over him!

“Max! Can you hear me?” said Casey, leaning over him.

Max took in a deep breath.

Everything around him was going blurry. He felt very strange. He looked up to the werewolf that had attacked him.

What?

Suddenly, the werewolf no longer looked like a hairy lupine beast, but more like a biology poster. He could see beneath the creature’s skin: cells and veins.

What’s happening to me, thought Max. The climber president attacked him. Had his claws been laced with some kind of poison? Unless...his mimic trait had decided not to copy the climber president’s trait, but rather the trait that was controlling him: cellular manipulation infused with the hereditary trait blood eyes.

Max gulped. It was just like what had happened with Cyrus and the buffer. His mimic trait had suddenly picked up both of Samuel Archer’s abilities: cellular manipulation and blood eyes.

In which case, maybe the climber president hadn’t attacked him for no reason. He wanted him to acquire the trait and use it to free him of Samuel’s control over him.

Max lifted himself up off the ground and looked to the nearby werewolf. He focused on the creature’s head, that must be where Samuel was controlling him from.

As he focused on the climber president’s werewolf head, he could sense a tampering in the creature’s brain. He couldn’t see it exactly but he pulled on that tampering like he was undoing a knot.

The climber president let out a huge wailing roar. Then it nodded its head and smiled at Max.

He’d successfully relinquished Samuel’s control over him.

The climber president wasted no time.

The werewolf turned around and started climbing up a building, heading straight for the dragon lording over the skies above.

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As the climber president rushed towards the dragon, a smaller drake flew towards Max and Casey.

It opened up its mouth and a huge swirl of flames could be seen at the bottom of its throat, rising higher and higher until it was right at the top of its mouth.

“Fire blast incoming!” shouted Max.

The blast of flame would be enough to seriously injure either him or Casey. They had to dodge the attack.

BOOM!

The fire blast smashed into the ground.

Max and Casey had managed to jump in either direction away from the radius of the blast.

Casey wiped sweat off her brow. “How are we going to take this thing out?”

The drake was probably twice their size and a significant foe. It wasn’t as powerful as the main dragon, but for two E-rankers it was not an easy match-up, and defeating it was not a guarantee.

Max grinned as a new idea formed in his head.

But maybe they didn’t have to defeat it.

The drake swerved towards them for a melee attack.

Max focused on its brain. He looked for the same thread of mana in the brain that he’d found in the climber president. This time, however, instead of untying the knot, he tied it.

The drake stopped its attack suddenly and landed in front of it.

“Don’t tell me,” said Casey. “Did you somehow turn this drake onto our side?”

“Cellular manipulation,” said Max. “This trait is no joke.”

The two of them jumped on the back of the drake and took to the skies.

They flew towards the climber president.

The large werewolf had imbued its feet with mana and rushed up the side of the building.

“The climber president is so powerful,” shouted Casey with excitement.

It was true. He was able to turn into a werewolf, but he retained enough consciousness to wield his own internal mana. Perhaps this was how the trait evolved. It started out as an insane feral mode that he couldn’t control, but now at A-rank, he could enter this deadly state and still have full control of his senses.

The power was so intense! No wonder he was the climber president.

Once on the rooftop, he crouched down, channelling mana into his feet.

He then pushed himself forward, using that excess mana at his feet to propel high into the air towards the deadly dragon.

“Can he really make that leap?” said Casey as they flew towards the fight on the back of the drake.

Max wasn’t sure. Maybe he could, but what was the climber president’s recourse if he missed. He’d crash into a building or worse the ground.

The dragon roared and actually flew to meet the werewolf head on.

“Oh boy,” said Max, watching the epic clash.

Toto covered his eyes with fright.

KABOOM!

The werewolf clutched one claw around the dragon’s neck. The climber president tightened its grip so that it couldn’t unleash a fireblast directly into his face. With the other claw, he slashed into the creature’s scales.

The dragon screamed and tried to fly upward to relinquish the werewolf’s hold on it.

The climber president was faring better than Max had expected him to against the dragon, but he didn’t see what the old man would do next as the dragon sent them flying upwards.

The werewolf slashed its claws at one of the dragon’s wings.

Once distracted, the dragon was no longer flying but trying to avoid the incoming attacks from the werewolf. It started to flutter in the air and then hurtled down towards the street level.

“What if there’s people down there?” shouted Casey.

“Then they better get out of the way,” said Max.

A dragon and a werewolf hurling into the ground was going to leave