Sojourner: A LitRPG Progression Fantasy (Victor of Tucson Book 8) by Plum Parrot

Author:Plum Parrot [Parrot, Plum]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Podium Publishing
Published: 2025-07-08T00:00:00+00:00

28

LAY OF THE LAND

Victor sat on a large stone block and, groaning and cursing, worked to dig the crossbow bolt out of his armpit. A dozen bloody, broken bolts and arrows already lay at his feet. He’d finally run out of enemies to kill—they’d kept coming in twos and threes out of the ruins, seeking to capitalize on his “weakness” after he’d killed the original crew of ambushers. Those latecomers had soon learned the folly of their ways. Victor chuckled at the thought, glancing around the clearing at the many corpses and pieces of corpses. A few had escaped sans a limb or two.

One thing bothered him: The System had yet to send him any Energy, and he’d been done fighting for nearly five minutes. Did that mean other attackers still lurked nearby? As the bolt finally slid free, following the widened channel he’d made with his knife, Victor grunted in relief, dropping the bloody shaft. He stood and shouted, “If anyone else is waiting for a fight, let’s get this shit done. If not, then get the hell out of here!” His Iron Berserk had worn off, but his voice still boomed from his giant-sized chest.

He heard some scrabbling, some sliding stones, and rapid footfalls, but nobody showed themselves, and the noises grew more and more distant. Had he just frightened off some would-be attackers? He looked around at the corpses. Some were large—giant-sized as he’d come to consider his usual form—whereas others were more human in proportion. None had been close to his titan form. None had been much of a challenge for him, either, not once he’d gotten out of the formation trap.

He supposed it wasn’t quite a fair comparison; these people had been stripped of everything before being sent into the prison. None had much in the way of armor or magical items, and few had any weapons that were worth mentioning. He wondered about that—hadn’t they slain a few fully geared iron rankers ahead of his arrival? He remembered the loudmouth saying something about giving his armor to someone named Ronkerz. Was there a hierarchy in the prison dungeon? Was there a caste system for divvying out loot gained from the monsters that spawned within? If so, these folks hadn’t been high on the pecking order.

Victor was approaching the “Minotaur” to look at his gear when he noticed rainbow-hued Energy beginning to coalesce around the body. He grinned, looking around to see a similar glow around the other bodies in the clearing. “Here we go,” he said, eagerly twisting his hands on Lifedrinker’s haft. A few moments later, an enormous surge of Energy hit him. The influx instantly healed his puncture wound, mending deep tissues that were slower to regenerate than simple flesh. More than that, it filled him to bursting, knocking him senseless as his mind drifted into the ether.

Almost immediately, he felt a familiar presence. It was Golgothaz, the Master of the Axe, who’d put his mark on Victor’s chest. He came near, and Victor felt his approval, though the master said nothing.

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