Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) 📖

the construction, that they’d live longer than any elves, all thanks to the wonderful life-giving facets of this place.

I saw cities that reflected the sun like jewels in the sky as they floated past. I saw their mere presence destroying the undead and healing the sick.

I saw fields of crops blossoming, reaching upwards in joy, as people stood on the cities that flew past, singing of their love and peace. I felt my heart lifted by the possibilities, and I saw briefly, the iron fist inside the glove, as people worked at magical crafting stations, making swords that glowed with power, forged by simple apprentices, so strong were the facilities.

I knew I could lose myself in exploring the possibilities, so I pulled back, soaring back upwards to see the steadily burning star gleaming in the sky, with another world drawing closer.

I flew to it, finding it much simpler, but so much steadier, as well. It was the only way I could describe it. I saw facilities that gave bonuses, and cost far less to build, such as a logging camp that produced half again what a normal one could, but instead of being magically enhanced, instead it was efficiently designed. The blades of the saws were smoothly flowing, driven by a waterwheel that spun practically without effort.

I saw the logs being drawn along clear channels, hoisted in artfully designed slings and sliding into the building without a single wasted motion.

Where the last world had been a fantastic imagining of what could be, this world seemed full of another kind of magic.

Here, I saw the flow of perfection in craftsmen. Each worker knew their job and moved as though they’d done it a thousand times, their actions steady and easy. Six men and women took up ropes, three on a side each, and pulled, lifting a tree trunk that had just floated downstream into the channel.

They moved as one, the dripping trunk lifting into the air, and another team pulled a winch, swinging the suspended tree across to where the first group lowered it. In seconds, a huge redwood had gone from peacefully floating down the river into being sawn into planks, and there wasn’t a single wasted motion anywhere that I could see.

The people laughed and joked, calling to their friends as they worked, with a clear, contented voice rising in song in the distance. It made me proud to see how well they worked together, and it made me desperate to see this in my own lands.

Again, I knew there was so much to see here, but I couldn’t take the time, so I looked up to the star above and felt the sky rushing past as I rocketed upwards.

Soon, the final world rotated around, flowing into view in the distance, and as I fell towards it, I saw a new kind of beauty, and also a terrible one.

I saw Weapons of War so magnificently crafted that they were unstoppable. I saw Airships, ships that made my own small fleet laughably weak and ill-considered. A single ship the size of a cruiser flew past me, and I watched it in awe; the sides were smooth, with carved ports out that glowed, unleashing a barrage of light that scoured hordes of the undead from existence. It looked more like a space shuttle engineer or a stealth bomber designer had made this Airship. It was all sleek lines and flowing, deadly grace, and behind it came more.

I saw the Sunken City, or at least its distant cousin, soaring along, no longer a jewel of beauty or a rotting corpse like the one we were scouring now. Instead, it was a terrible and majestic weapon. It flew forward ominously, with flares of fire, beams of light, and shells that, upon impact, spread the deepest darkness across the land.

I saw soldiers in armor that would have made the Terminator weep for desire, wielding weapons that crackled with constrained power.

I saw a single Legionnaire leading hundreds of War Golems and watched him leap from the edge of the city, floating down on wings of light, as Golems that made my own look misshapen and weak thundered along at his command.

I watched the enemy fall, smashed from existence, and I saw the soldiers lifting the innocent to the cities, bringing them to safety, and to life.

I looked everywhere, stunned by all I could see, until I felt a hand shake me gently, and I looked up, tearing my eyes away from the portal that hung before me, instead focusing on Oracle, who smiled at me.

“You’ve been silent for a while; are you okay?” she asked, and I swallowed hard, nodding.

“The possibilities…” I said slowly, shaking my head in amazement.

“That is what I offer you freely, my Champion,” answered Jenae’s voice. “All those things, and more, are possible with the knowledge I possess, but to attain them all would take an age, and would require many other secrets to be unlocked. Do you wish to assign a specialization now?” she asked, and I drew in a deep breath.

“Would it help the Tower if I did?” I asked, and Jenae replied smoothly.

“It would. Even though you haven’t earned enough to unlock that field yet, I could funnel your climbing mana to it; then once it unlocks, I will pass the knowledge to the Tower for you, depending on what it is. Have you made a decision as to what you want to choose?”

“I have,” I said hesitantly, well aware that anything I selected could help tremendously, but equally the wrong choice could leave me regretting it forever.

“And?” she prodded. I drew in a deep breath and reached out mentally, making my choice and seeing the star reach out a tendril of steady white light, moving ever closer to the world as it orbited.

“And I choose ‘Mundane’,” I said, closing my eyes and explaining. “I desperately want the rest, Goddess, do I not, but we have only a bare few crafters as it is, and of those, almost