Berserker: A LitRPG Urban Fantasy Adventure (Apocosmos Book 1) by Dimitrios Gkirgkiris (phonics readers .txt) 📕

take it off even while resting. If three or more pieces of woodwyrm leather armor are worn together, an additional bonus of 5.26% in Physical Defense applies.

Name : Woodwyrm Leather Pants +3

Type : Lower Armor (Light)

Rarity : C Grade

Physical Defense : 69

MP Increment : 0

Durability : 149/10500

Weight : 2530st.

Description : Woodwyrm pants are difficult to craft but easy to repair due to the regenerative properties of the leather. Holes created by arrows or swords can be closed in no more than two hours. If three or more pieces of woodwyrm leather armor are worn together, an additional bonus of 5.26% in Physical Defense applies.

Name : Woodwyrm Leather Gloves +3

Type : Hands

Rarity : C Grade

Physical Defense : 40

MP Increment : 0

Durability : 7098/9500

Weight : 600st.

Description : The bark-like texture of woodwyrm leather may not be the best for very delicate handling. On the other hand, the gloves provide superior grip, making the wearer less likely to be disarmed and better at climbing. If three or more pieces of woodwyrm leather armor are worn together, an additional bonus of 5.26% in Physical Defense applies.

Name : Woodwyrm Leather Boots +3

Type : Feet

Rarity : C Grade

Physical Defense : 40

MP Increment : 0

Durability : 2588/12000

Weight : 1210st.

Description : The soles of these boots are made of compressed, hardened woodwyrm leather. The unique properties of this material make the wearer less likely to trip even when magical means make the terrain slippery. If three or more pieces of woodwyrm leather armor are worn together, an additional bonus of 5.26% in Physical Defense applies.

Name : Circlet of Forest Matron +3

Type : Head

Rarity : C Grade

Physical Defense : 57

MP Increment : 0

Durability : 8907/11200

Weight : 430st.

Description : This circlet was crafted using the antlers of the matron of the Niarlathun forest. The great deer that acts as the protector of that holy place, replaces her orichalcum antlers once every two decades. The old antlers are gifted by the matron to an individual who has proven themselves worthy of acting as her champion.

This armor was exactly what Alex needed. Dragon, or in this case wyrm, leather was one of the best materials for lightweight armor and the extra defense bonus for equipping a set would make up for the penalty induced by his reckless rage when fighting. He put on each of the pieces and felt them magically tighten to fit his body. Equipment of this caliber was almost always magically tailored to fit every humanoid body type.

The circlet was an amazing magical piece with a story of its own. The original owner must have already seen the last of his days, but Alex would make sure that the power vested upon this item would be put to good use.

“You’re finally starting to look like someone who’d put on a good show,” the dwarf said as he regarded the outfitted warrior. “You think you’ll be okay with these?”

“They’ll have to do,” he replied.

“Hard to impress, is he?” the minotaur said, throwing the human’s rags into the open box before taking it away. “I bet my horns he’ll be impressed with these though.”

Having cleared the table, the minotaur now picked up the remaining long crate and placed it down with care. The wood wasn’t completely sealed shut and a dark blue glow escaped from the crevices. Such a deep blue could only come from a heavily enchanted weapon.

The minotaur opened the lid to reveal two beautifully made longswords resting on black velvet. Their design resembled that of a katana, but with the guard completely missing. Where a guard would normally be expected, the long curved blade simply suddenly changed to a crystal-clear handle that reflected the deep blue glow of the metal. A single word was carved into each of the blades, a different word on each sword. Words Alex could understand. ΔΗΜΙΟΥΡΓΙΑ. Creation. ΚΑΤΑΣΤΡΟΦΗ. Destruction.

Name : Alpha * Omega +15

Type : Dual Swords

Rarity : C Grade

Physical Attack : 325

Magic Attack : 164

Special Ability : Hastened Attack

Attack Speed : Normal

Durability : 15635/24200

Weight : 2270st.

Description : These two perfectly balanced swords are rumored to have been created in Hephaestus’s forge at Mount Olympus. The metal used has been compressed and enriched by the mana ley lines that run through the immortal mountain, while the eternal flames in its bowels have made the material very susceptible to enchantment. The Alpha sword represents the creation of life and has the ability to stabilize dying creatures if the wielder wills it so. The Omega sword symbolizes destruction and has the ability to block restoration spells for its target as long as the blade is touching an open wound.

Not only were these swords masterworks, but they were also Greek in origin, made in the mountain of the Greek pantheon. Alex’s father used to read him stories of the Greek gods fighting the titans and of the feats of the demigod Hercules. How distant these memories seemed now. Only a few decades old, yet reminiscing about them felt like finding memories from a different lifetime.

“These swords,” he muttered. “Where did you get them?”

“Many things find their way to the hells,” the dwarf said. “And our dominus likes picking up the scraps that the hell kings throw out of their planes. These happened to be one of them.”

“I’m keeping them,” Alex said and twisted his wrists with the swords in hand to test how they felt.

“Damn right you are. If,” the dwarf stressed the word, “you kill all of the nameless today. Which reminds me…”

The dwarf folded his tongue and produced a loud high-pitched whistle.

“Everyone out!” he shouted when the slaves had turned around to look at him.

Some of the people in the large tent threw their tools down loudly, showing their annoyance at having been interrupted, others left quietly, while still others just looked at each other confused.

“All of you fuckers, out!” the dwarf repeated.

The minotaur bowed to the doctore and took his leave as well, along with the last of the servants in the tent.

“What’s this all about?” asked Alex.

“The healer—” the dwarf started.

Alex cut him off. “Yes,