Viridian Gate Online: Resurrection: A litRPG Adventure (The Heartfire Healer Series Book 1) by E.C. Godhand & James Hunter

Author:E.C. Godhand & James Hunter [Godhand, E.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action horror dark epic metaphysical dungeon core, wizard mage shapeshifter warrior thief assassin cleric priest healer, virtual reality MMO litRPG role playing steampunk, cyberpunk apocalyptic dystopian quest gamelit, science fiction thriller sword sorcery superhero
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2021-06-14T22:00:00+00:00

Where God Builds a Church, the Devil Has His Chapel

MY BELLY FULL AND MY spirits improved (particularly by the + 25% Spirit regen that the Grandmaster Chef’s soup gave me), I headed to Justiciar Olivia’s office in a small study behind the amphitheater. I had a small boxed lunch from the Chef for my trainer. Assembled meals and soups were all I could craft successfully right now that wasn’t “on a stick.” But I had leveled up my Cooking to level 3, and already my codex of recipes was expanding. I just had to figure out the right combinations and timing to pull off the dishes to cook them myself. Another member of the traveling culinary guild that was catering the event tonight had an Imperial cookbook to trade. De Re Coquinaria. “About Cooking.”

He wouldn’t let it go for less than one gold coin, but it went over both basic and advanced techniques, and it had a section on Herblore that brought me to level 2. There even was a section that integrated the Healer skill tree if your Cooking and Herblore were high enough. For me, it seemed like I could make tisanes: herbal teas that acted as weaker versions of potions. When various herbs were mashed with a mortar and pestle, they could create poultices, which were stronger than the weak bandages I had made that morning and could even cure broken bones and burns. If I found a pure, clear alcohol, I could make tinctures, which had a shorter HoT effect than the teas, but still nothing like a potion. They took forever to brew, though.

If I had bills to pay here in V.G.O., charging for healing wasn’t much different than my previous career. But with the cookbook, maybe I could help people who brought me the ingredients.

Ryker had scribbled a note in the chapter on tinctures for me, recommending that I find a Shadow Locker, whatever that was, and tinctures would brew in a day instead of a week. He also added a chaplet, calling it a “weird bookmark I found that all you priests use.”

I checked my quest log. Two chaplets down, one more to go, and the new stripes were mine. Then it was just a matter of crashing a party no one invited me to and escaping into the night before God found out what I’d done. The usual.

Dusk had come early on the mountainside and brought with it a frigid dusting of powdery snow. Sometimes the road elevated enough I could see over the white walls surrounding the cenobium, but then beyond that, I could only see clouds of fog. Like the outside world didn’t exist. I pulled my palla tighter around me.

A single lantern dangling off the delicate, outstretched fingers of a miniature statue of Areste illuminated the justiciar’s office. I knocked to the rhythm of “shave and a haircut” and waited.

“Come in,” said the officer, in a singsong to the tune of “two bits.” I smiled and entered.

Olivia was at her desk, drowning in a pile of yellowed scrolls before a well-lit hearth.

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