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

Level : 7

Effect : Boosts Physical Critical Damage by 166%. MP is continuously consumed while this skill is on.

Time Left : Toggle

Description : This offensive stance continuously funnels mana, making the user vicious in their attacks, especially those on the vital organs of their enemies.

The dwarf tried casting a spell on him, but without wasting a single second, Alex triggered his Rapid Slash skill and stabbed the priest thrice with each blade. Every piercing hit of the berserker was hailed with a wave of excitement from the audience, while another gasp led him to believe that the sword dancer was approaching him. Glancing behind him, he saw that the dual-wielding warrior was only now beginning to regain his movement, but the rogue was almost upon him and was coming at him dagger first.

It mattered not. Alex plunged Omega into the dwarf’s abdomen, stopping his self-healing spell from having any effect. At the same time, a barrage of stab wounds was delivered to Alex’s back by the rogue who, had he not been a mindless puppet, would have fled in terror before now. Alex did not pay him any heed but instead half-turned, Alpha outstretched toward the elf warrior who was now running to the healer’s aid.

Both layers of wrath around his body were pulled onto his sword and catapulted in a flurry of red light toward the elf. His Condensed Hatred Blast attack wasn’t as strong as the rest of his skills, but its danger lay in the high stun probability. In the sword dancer’s weakened mental state, he had no chance of resisting the 5-second stun. He stopped in his tracks, hands limp, staring at the tank and archer who were now closing in on Alex. Along with the rogue, the three of them attacked him all at once, but it made no difference.

“Is that all you’ve got, you weaklings?” Alex shouted and slashed at the healer again and again.

The dwarf, now barely alive, tried to move back, but Alex wouldn’t let him go. With a spin that looked like the beginning of a tornado, he pulled Omega out of his enemy’s body and brought Alpha in from the other side to decapitate him.

The dwarf’s head hit the sand and the crowd went crazy. That was when Alex fell into the deepest pit of boiling wrath within him.

He had killed the healer, as he had set out to do. He’d been told to drag the fight out. To provide a spectacle for the crowds. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Only the sound of his swords cutting through flesh and bone. He turned his red eyes toward the four fighters who were still attacking him from behind and bared his teeth. He felt the red froth forming at the sides of his mouth as he let out a burst of maniacal laughter.

“Do you think you’re making me feel pain?” he growled. “I’ll show you fucking pain.”

With the swipe of one sword, he deflected an arrow and blocked a dagger that was coming his way. He stopped the third fighter’s shield bash with just the tip. The door-sized shield was made of a material strong enough to withstand piercing damage, but as soon as a small dent had been created on its surface, the sword locked into place and directed all of Alex’s force back toward the shield-bearing goliath.

The rogue was the first to be hit by Alex’s Lethal Strike attack. It wasn’t as strong as some of his other skills, but was a solid alternative while his heavy hitters were on cooldown. The half-imp buckled under the force of the hit and this only made the frenzied fighter grin more widely. Alex pressed on the rogue’s knee, keeping him pinned on the ground as he plunged both swords through his clavicles and dragged them all the way down to his guts.

The sword dancer threw himself on Alex with both swords. Both of the elf’s blades cut deeply, but it wasn’t Alex’s flesh that was torn apart. He had used the rogue’s body like some kind of flesh shield, his swords still stuck through it now serving as handles. Then he proceeded to throw the body up in the air, releasing it by spinning his blades and pulling them down to strike the elf. Blood rained down on the berserker as his blades struck true on his dancing opponent.

Logic suggested that the dancer should be taken out first, but logic was something Alex had no respect for at his state. The archer had landed several hits on him and even though the damage was minimal, the attacks from a distance were annoying and a sign of weakness. Alex rushed toward the archer, disregarding the dual-wielding warrior and the goliath tank. The archer tried kiting Alex, but the speed boost the berserker had gained made it impossible for the archer to stay far enough away.

“Stop running, you piece of shit!” Alex shouted.

Halfway through the six strikes of his Rapid Slash attack, the archer fell to the ground unconscious. That didn’t mean Alex would waste the rest of his attack by canceling it though. He hacked and slashed at the lifeless body until it was in pieces and his own face was dripping with blood and gore. So thick was the blood dripping from his forehead and eyebrows that when he turned around he could barely see the sword dancer’s incoming attack. He moved to the side and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

Before he had the chance to react any further, the goliath hit him with his shield and he was thrown back a couple of feet. But he wasn’t knocked to the ground. He slid to a stop and gave his swords a twirl to remove the chunks of flesh from them. The swirl of blood gained Alex some cheers from the thousands of onlookers. None of this was entertaining to him though. It was a need. A thirst that was being quenched.

The goliath