Tower Climber (A LitRPG Adventure, Book 1) Jakob Tanner (reading comprehension books TXT) 📖

potion from his pouch and uncorked it and took a sip. The lighter wounds on his body began to fade away.

“Do you know how many buffers there are across the city?” Max asked.

“They’re all over, but they were mostly in place to get the monsters into position, then he relinquished his hold on them, and let them wreak havoc and destruction. As the dragon was the most powerful monster in his arsenal, the buffers were stationed nearby to keep it under semi-cellular control.”

“Damn,” said Casey. “We don’t have time to rush around and take out all of those buffers.”

Max peered around. “Maybe we don’t have to. All we have to do is get the dragon into the area of effect of this specific buffer we’ve just taken out. Within this specific radius, we should be able to relinquish Samuel’s hold on the monster.”

Max and Casey rushed back to the drake and hopped on board and flew back towards the climber president.

Then a huge explosion of fire appeared in the air.

BOOOM!

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The dragon blasted out a huge ray of fire.

The blast was directed to its own back where the climber president was hanging on. The flames barely effected the monster’s hardened scales but they charred and burned the werewolf’s fur.

“No! The climber president!” shouted Casey.

The climber president was in a tough spot. If he kept hanging on, he’d be burnt alive. If he let go, he was looking at one nasty fall to the ground.

The werewolf dug its nails into the dragon and then reached over to get out of the flame blast’s radius.

The werewolf reached out to grab a scale and then flinched with pain. The dragon’s skin was scorching hot.

“He won’t be able to hang on,” said Max.

The only way the climber could stay on the dragon was if the monster stopped breathing fire even for a couple of seconds. So the question was: how long would this dragon keep breathing fire onto its own back?

Fire kept spraying out of the dragon’s mouth in an unrelenting torrent of blazing flame.

“He can’t hold on for too much longer!”

The werewolf winced in pain as it dangled on the dragon until finally it let go.

The climber president started falling through the air.

“No!” shouted Max.

The climber president may have been able to survive a fall like this ten minutes ago, but he was now suffering from multiple injuries. This fall could be the end of him.

“Casey!” said Max. “Can you manipulate the wind to cushion his fall?”

“It’s too stormy around us,” cried Casey. “It won’t have any major effect.”

Like a meteor falling in the sky, the climber president rushed towards the ground.

KABOOM!

The climber president smashed into the street, breaking both a street lamp and a fire hydrant.

“He’ll get up,” cried Casey. “He’s got to.”

The climber president lay motionless on the street.

“He can’t be dead, can he?”

The dragon roared, lording over the sky of the tower-zone once more.

The climber president’s eyes twitched. They were open in little slivers.

Healer climbers rushed around him, pouring a healing potion between his lips.

“You’re going to be okay, sir,” said one of the healers. “We’re patching you right up. Good as new.”

The climber president lifted up his hands and saw his beastly claws. He was still in werewolf mode.

His eyes closed momentarily.

The voices around him got louder.

“We’re losing him,” said one voice.

The climber president was no longer dying on the street, but somewhere else. He was watching his life flash before his eyes. He had to get back to the street though. He had the most important responsibility in the whole of the tower-zone and Zestiris at large. He had to protect it. He promised the climber president before him and made a vow to the others who had gone and passed. He had to protect this city and the young climbers who would grow up to continue protecting it!

“He needs a boost of adrenaline,” shouted another healer climber.

The climber president’s eyes bulged and he swung up, wide awake and alive.

It was time to use his strongest move.

Wolf’s Rage.

He rushed over to the side of the building and starting running up the side of it, mana-imbued on his feet to hold him in place.

It was time to finish this.

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“The climber president’s back and kicking!” cheered Casey.

Max smiled.

He knew the climber president wouldn’t give up that easily.

Max steered the drake so that they were close enough to the main dragon that they could taunt it towards the area where they had taken out the buffer.

The dragon took the bait and started flying towards them.

“Um, Max,” said Casey. “What exactly is the plan if the dragon gets to us before the climber president?”

Max shrugged. “We die, I guess.”

At that moment, the climber president got to the top of a skyscraper and leapt at the dragon once more, grappling onto it with renewed vigor.

The dragon hissed and began shooting another long breath of fire at the werewolf.

“Not this time,” said Max, triggering shadow blink.

He was on the dragon once more and climbed onto the top of its head. Max planted his hands on the creature and triggered cellular manipulation.

The dragon screamed in pain as Max messed around with the creature’s brain cells.

The very act of doing so was enough to distract the dragon from shooting any more flame blasts at the climber president.

It also gave the werewolf an opening to completely start tearing the monster to shreds.

Dragon flesh and bone began to rain down on the streets below.

The climber president climbed up the creature’s stomach and swiped a mana-imbued claw into its neck, ripping off the monster’s head entirely.

Blood filled the sky.

“Woooahhh!” shouted Max, falling through the air on the newly decapitated dragon head.

He quickly shadow blinked back onto the drake with Casey.

The climber president fell towards the ground once more, holding onto the dragon corpse as a landing pillow.

SMASH!

The climber president’s wolf mode began to disappear, his hair reversed back beneath his skin, and he morphed back into his normal human body.

Max and Casey flew down to the