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

and yanking the limb straight before slamming the heel of my palm into the locked elbow, drawing a scream of pain as the bone shattered.

I released the limp wrist, snatching the penknife as it started to fall and ramming the blade home into her eye before spinning and bracing as another figure ran at me.

This one leapt at my groin, mouth wide open, and the little fucker had the metal teeth, as well as the stone-skin that the recent majority had lacked.

What he didn’t have, though, was a solid stone’s weight, or any kind of magical work-around for Newtonian physics. I practically chuckled as I brought my right knee across my body, sweeping right to left, and deflected him to the side, catching him by the left arm with my left hand as I turned to follow his trajectory, finally grasping his right leg with my right hand.

I pulled back with my right, shifting my left-handed grip from his flailing arm to his other leg, and went to work.

Suddenly, I had a good-sized weapon that was coated in stone, and I put it to good use.

I had a sudden memory of a meme from years ago, entitled, ‘Ever been so pissed, you beat a mother-fucker with a mother-fucker’. The image had been a guy swinging another guy at a third guy, and I couldn’t help but grin as I mimicked the move, realizing, as Grizz had demonstrated before, that sometimes it was good to go ‘old school’ and just beat your opponents to death in a damn impressive way. I smashed first one, then two, then five of the gnomes out of my way, sending them all reeling with broken bones, and I realized that apart from the worry about the rest of the team, I was starting to enjoy myself.

I swung the gnome-club back, spun around, and heaved him as hard as I could at a new stone-coated guy that had just stepped inside.

He left.

He actually left very quickly, while making a new hole for a window and breaking my current ‘weapon’. I dropped the bloody mess that I was holding, suddenly realizing I didn’t know how long he’d been flesh for, then shrugged. They’d started this, after all.

There was a sudden lull in the fighting, as the gnomes fell back, unsure, and I nodded to myself in satisfaction at causing a race of apparently regressing, rabid, drug-abusing psychopaths to pause and reconsider their lifestyle choices.

I glanced around the room, disgustedly observing the way everything was now spattered in a thick coating of blood and viscera, and I carefully reached up to wipe my hand down the outside of my helm, then glanced at my fingertips.

Yup. Coated in lumps and blood.

I paused for a second, staring at it, when I heard a scream of pain from above and saw Miren’s symbol flash from green, to yellow, to red, and I growled in renewed fury.

These little fuckers were keeping me from saving my people!

“You think I’m bad now?” I whispered, rolling my shoulders and drawing my ‘Dagger of Ripping’ free of its sheath. Holding it in my right hand, I made a ‘come here’ gesture with my left. “You aint seen anything yet.”

When they paused, I didn’t. I lunged forward, grabbing the nearest gnome to the door and yanking him in, ignoring the cudgel he wielded with a trio of spinning blades affixed on it. I drove the dagger into his throat, then yanked it aside, sending a spray of blood out to coat the walls even further. Whipping around, I threw the dagger at another gnome who’d been creeping up on me through a hole Oracle had blasted in a wall earlier.

That did it, as I reached down and lifted the cudgel the frantically squealing and bleeding out body on the floor by my feet had borne. First in ones, then twos, then ten, the small, wild creatures ran, more and more of them sprinting away in terror as I flicked the trigger on the side of the cudgel and watched as the three circular saw blades that were set into the cudgel revved to life.

“Oh yeah!” I growled out, spinning the cudgel and rolling my wrist through an offensive strike form. “You and I are gonna be real good friends!”

I stepped over to the gnome, who was slumped half in and half out of a hole in the wall, staring at the dagger still stuck into his chest. He drooled a long, bloody streak as he tentatively fingered the hilt, and I smacked his hand away. Planting my booted foot on his shoulder to brace him, I ripped the dagger free, then wiped it on the shoulder of his tunic as he slumped forward.

Cautiously, I moved over to the door and actually had to kick some of the corpses aside before I could clamber out, having to hunch down to pass through the small doorframe, and looking around as I emerged. There were still a dozen or so gnomes in sight, but they’d backed up and were watching me from a distance.

I stomped clear of the small river of blood that flowed out of the ruined house and searched around, spotting the house that I thought Oracle had meant, up and to the right of my current building. The roof had clearly been demolished by something smashing through it, and there were a handful of gnomes up there fighting over something.

I quickly scanned the ‘street’ I was in, noting the rusty, slumped, and collapsed buildings, the festering pools, and the hatred which the gnomes showed for basically everything around them. I frowned as I considered another home, observing the remains of a garden and a tiny picket fence, long since subsumed into the muck, and broken in dozens of places.

They’d clearly been built after the gnomes had come here and colonized the cavern, and had been designed with care and an impressive degree of craftmanship, judging from the variety of designs and the fact that so many of