Berserker: A LitRPG Urban Fantasy Adventure (Apocosmos Book 1) Dimitrios Gkirgkiris (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“…a natural born killer. A monster of Celtic and Greek blood,” a loud voice boomed as Alex moved into the pit. “Alexander Rage.”

The crowd was ecstatic. They had probably not seen one man go against five for quite some time and were equally enthusiastic about the deep blue glow of his weapons. They could hardly wait to see blood being spilled.

Alex raised his head and looked around him. The main stage of the arena was a large circular pit, filled with yellow sand. There were red patches here and there where blood had dried under the constant illumination of the now full red moon above. In one corner, larger carrion birds were feasting on what remained of a winged humanoid. And above them, around them, people. So many people.

There were humanoids of all the races he knew and quite a few he had never seen before. And there were even more bizarre creatures: tentacle-covered blobs of flesh, animals with human-like heads, and large winged demons. On the highest balcony of all, a bright-red light prevented people from seeing the terrifying figure of the master of this place.

Alex lowered his eyes to the other end of the pit and saw his opponents. Five of them. He focused his eyes on the one wearing robes and holding a staff in his hands.

Name : Hadar Asulf

Race : Dwarf

Class : Volva

Level : 0

Having absorbed this information, Alex managed to do something he hadn’t been able to do before. He called upon the wrath in him. He reached deep within, grabbed the flaming beast that his rage was by the throat, and pulled it out with violence.

He looked at the reflection of his face in a shallow puddle of water in front of him. This time, his eyes, not just his eyesight, turned completely red. The iris, the pupil, the white of his eye. Everything was gone, replaced by the deep red of thick blood as the final buff appeared on the corner of his view.

Name : Berserkir Awakening

Type : State

Level : 2

Effect : Reduces Physical Defense by 8%, Magic Defense by 16%, Physical Evasion by 4. Increases Physical Attack by 8%, Magic Attack by 16%, Attack Speed by 8%, Casting Speed by 8%, Speed by 8.

Time Left : ???

Description : ???

The booming voice was still announcing Alex’s opponents when he put his right foot forward. Then his left. The last thing he was able to see before he lost control—no, before he let himself go—were the crowd’s faces, yearning for blood.

The introductions were still underway when his leg muscles tensed and launched him forward. Faster and faster he rushed at the dwarf spellcaster with one thing in his mind. The simplest of things. The most beautiful. Carnage.

The cheers of the crowds interrupted the announcer, but nobody seemed to mind. It seemed to Alex that they all held their breath as he roared his way forward, taking hits from the archer. But he didn’t care, for how could a tidal wave be bothered by a fence.

A goliath fighter blocked his way, bringing his towering shield forward. Alex, who already had two arrows protruding from his shoulder, rushed at the poor fighter, stepped on his shield, and managed two long cuts down his back as he landed behind him with a somersault.

“It’s not your time yet, mongrel,” Alex spat between his teeth and continued his charge toward the spellcaster, allowing the fighter a few more moments in this life.

The human archer was still standing behind the healer, while a half-imp rogue was rapidly approaching from the other side. A column of white light enveloped the tank, closing the deep gashes Alpha and Omega had left on him, while the dual-wielding elf was spinning toward Alex, a dervish of destruction. The best strategy against a group of foes aided by a sword dancer would be to stun him so that his teammates would eventually lose their buffs. However, wrath knew nothing of strategy. Only directives. The number one directive was to kill the healer. There was no specific number two directive for Alex, so he’d have to fall back to the default one: death to everything.

Moments before the two fighters crossed blades, an aura enveloped Alex and settled on him, creating a thin red outline around him. He had activated his Primal Flame Charge skill, coalescing his rage into concentrated energy around him. The elf brought down his swords, but Alex did not move to evade. Both of the blades lodged into his shoulders, but this didn’t slow him down. He pushed forward, his red stare meeting the unmoving eyes of his enemy. Alex was injured but it did not matter.

He triggered his Break the Body skill as he slashed with his swords, creating a cross of blood on the elf’s chest. The damage from this attack was enough to make the elf pull his swords back, causing the bleeding debuff to appear in the berserker’s view. Pieces of Alex’s flesh were launched into the air as the whole stadium shouted in awe. Most importantly, however, the stunning effect of Alex’s attack landed, pinning his enemy for three seconds. More than enough to carry on with his task.

Alex sprinted forward again and only steps before reaching the dwarf healer, he let out a throat scream that sounded more like a demon having its entrails pulled out than a human charging.

Name : Primal Battle Cry

Type : Buff

Level : 2

Effect : Boosts Physical Attack by 25%

Time Left : 19 minutes 59 seconds

Description : The recipient’s dominating presence and hunger for battle react with a large mana injection to their musculoskeletal system, providing an extraordinary boost to their strength.

The dwarf barely managed to finish casting his healing spell on the sword dancer before Alex was just inches away from him. Triggering his Primal Flame Charge skill again, another, thicker, darker red layer of energy coated his body.

“Time to die, priest,” Alex spat and toggled his final offensive buff on.

Name : Vandalier

Type :