The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series Dan Sugralinov (top 100 books to read .txt) 📖

You leveled up! Current level: 4…

…and the last lines showed me where I was now:

You leveled up! Current level: 102.

101 free attribute points available!

Experience at current level (102): 58 / 103.

Another hundred and one points automatically poured into charisma and luck — definitely the most important stats when it came to demons. Oh well, I didn’t care. The main thing was that it would take a hundred kills to get me out of the Games now!

I split the stat points between strength and stamina out of habit: fifty into one, fifty-one into the other. Then I looked at the frozen figure of Despot again, smiled.

“Congratulations, you big mute monster! You made the right choice, and evil uncle Diablo won’t kick your ass! I hope we manage to get off this floor, and then you’re going to have lots to eat, believe me!”

The demon’s chest burned even brighter, he even breathed louder.

“Patience, Dessspot! Soon I’ll introduce you to Dessstiny! I think you’ll like her — she’s beautiful, delicious, just like you like ‘em!”

Imagining Marcus and Destiny’s faces when they saw the level 531 demon fighting on my side, I couldn’t hold back an evil grin.

“Well, wanna go upstairs? Spread some chaos in our enemies’ ranks?”

A wave of heat washed over me. Who knew what it meant — agreement, or refusal? There was only one way to find out. Mapping out the shortest route to the unexplored part of the dungeon to complete my map and finish my explorer achievement, I turned the demon:

“Follow me,” I ordered and started moving.

The beast followed! I flew, the demon stomped. All the way, I kept looking back nervously to make sure I wasn’t dreaming it. I was still subconsciously waiting for the catch — what if he was just about to attack?!

Despot kept up, and it was strange — sometimes it seemed I’d lost him and his marker was too far away, but then his face with its bony halberd-like growths appeared from around the corner, scraping sparks from the ceiling. The walking forge was following closely.

By the end of the day, my goal was achieved:

Unlocked event achievement: Conqueror of Despot’s Labyrinth

You are the first to have explored 100% of Despot’s Labyrinth and to defeat its boss.

Attention! This achievement is an event achievement, and is active only for the duration of the Demonic Games.

Reward: +25% to damage against demons.

Despot flashed with flame as if he could sense my reward.

“Well… I think you get it, Horns,” I said, smiling. “We’re going on a long and tiring journey through the other floors, but hopefully we’ll get some good loot. Perks like this are rare. Let’s grab everything we can! And while we’re at it… we can pay a visit to your fellow demons.”

The brazier of his face distorted into something like a smile. I knew it! I’d heard that a demon is another demon’s worst enemy. They hate each other! Despot himself, it seemed, had cleared the whole floor out of boredom…

“But first, you’re going to help me deal with some bad mortals. Do you know why they’re bad? They bully people..!”

Now that I’d found an understanding and grateful audience, I kept chattering away happily for the rest of our walk. We soon reached the gates. The epic was still sitting there for me when I went back for it, now at level 102 and with a mighty nightmarish demon in tow. And although Stealth had stopped leveling up at level 36 of rank two after I tamed Despot, Cartography had reached level 19!

All that was reason to celebrate, but I didn’t get long to enjoy my triumph:

The fifth day of the Demonic Games is over!

And tomorrow we go to war! I thought as I climbed out of my capsule.

Chapter 22. Son of a Bitch

IT WAS LIKE the Kerry I was used to had been replaced. My assistant met me, and that was fine. Her behavior wasn’t. A frowning expression on her face, no jokes or teasing, the corners of her mouth drawn down.

“Thanks for warning Hellfish, Kerry,” I started to gabble, uplifted by my victory over Despot. “You saved my ass…” I stopped when the girl winced at my words and shook her head. I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t warn him,” she muttered, looking away. “That would be seen as interference in the contestants’ gameplay and a non-game advantage, Mr. Sheppard.”

‘Mr. Sheppard,’ too, instead of the usual ‘Alex.’ My joy blew away like leaves on a breeze. Vito Painter must have remembered my words in Boom Boom after he sobered up, and decided to help. But I didn’t want to discuss that with Kerry while she was being so distant and unfriendly.

So I silently walked into the shower and stood for a long time beneath the forceful streams of water. The game day on the whole had been incredibly successful, but at what cost? What happened to Meister, Quetzal, Hellfish and their people? I couldn’t have been much help to them anyway, with Sloth’s Blessing, but I could easily imagine what awaited them after my escape. Destiny Windsor and Marcus Jansson would have searched for me first. They probably combed the forest, the village and the Pitfall, and then, enraged by missing their chance to take out the Threat, they would have gone to get even with the others.

A sense of foreboding made me dry myself off hurriedly and run to find out what had happened. Joseph Rosenthal, Nico Knowles and Roman Romanenko met me in the corridor.

I opened my mouth to thank them, but hesitated when I saw their heavy gazes. All the same, I asked how they were doing. The old jeweler sighed and answered:

“Three quarters of the raid are still in, God