Author's Nightmare: A Grimdark Isekai LitRPG by Ian B. Urns & A. C. Erinle

Author:Ian B. Urns & A. C. Erinle [Urns, Ian B. & Erinle, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Podium Publishing
Published: 2025-06-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Shango POV: Day 45

Current Wealth: 8 silver, 28 copper

We’d seen big men since coming to Redacle. The one whose balls Solitaire had burst was big, even by modern standards. Kratos had been given his nickname for a good reason, too, taller even than Solitaire and muscled like a fucking ox.

The man who approached us now was big as well. And yet, lumping him in with them seemed ridiculous. He was taller than any of us by well over a head, and if we’d all happened to be NBA players, I didn’t doubt that he’d still have a good few inches on us. The bastard must’ve been seven feet, give or take an inch, and though he was no bodybuilder, the jagged muscle pressing out at his shoulders was clear even through the wool shirt that covered them.

Behind him stood maybe a half dozen other men of varying sizes, and upon the giant’s face there was a broad grin that seemed very similar to the arch of some great doorway. His eyes caught lamplight as his face shifted, making them dance disconcertingly.

“Haven’t seen you three around here before.” He grinned, moving his gaze between us. “Don’t take it you’ve heard of the tradition we have in these parts?”

“We haven’t,” Beam replied before I could cut in. “And I don’t think we’ll be staying long, passing through, you see—”

“This block is mine,” the giant pressed, his voice crushing Beam’s like some tiny little ship pulverized to splinters by a great wave. “If you want to drink here, you need to—”

Glass was a rare thing in most parts of Redacle, but not so rare that there wasn’t the occasional bottle made from it, or that those bottles were more costly. That was a good thing in our case.

Solitaire hit him before he finished speaking, the bottle held tightly in his hand by its neck. It broke against the giant’s face, shattered into bits as if it’d been shot, throwing glass and beer in all directions and sending the man a full step back.

But only a step back. He didn’t fall, didn’t even waver. A man the height of Terry Crews had just smashed him without warning, and he barely even seemed fazed. His eyes landed on our group again, and this time his grin was wider. Wide enough that I saw the blood running down his lips from where the jagged shards had cut his face.

“So, it’s gonna be like that, eh?” he grunted, rolling his neck, as if we’d politely asked for a brawl rather than sucker-punched him.

I tightened my eyes and studied the man. I nearly shit myself.

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