Apocalypse Rebirth: A LitRPG Adventure by Yorth

Author:Yorth [Yorth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MoonQuill
Published: 2025-08-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 40

The brown kobold could only watch in sheer horror as Thorian’s foot swung through the guildmaster’s form as if he were crafted from nothing more substantial than mist. The shadowkin, however, seemed unperturbed, a hint of a grin playing on his lips as he returned Thorian’s gaze.

“Lord Thorian, your capacity for surprise is unending,” the guildmaster remarked, his voice laced with amusement. “Your wisdom and knowledge exceed your years… Quite remarkable.”

“I just happen to be special,” Thorian replied curtly, refusing to divulge any more than that.

The shadowkin glanced down, a low chuckle resonating in his chest before his gaze returned to the petrified kobold. “Don’t let this dishearten you. It merely suggests you’re more suited to a different class. Warrior, I believe, should fit you perfectly.”

The brown kobold cast his gaze downwards, shame flushing his cheeks as he gritted his teeth. With a heavy sigh, he lifted his eyes back to the shadowkin, asking, “What does a warrior do?”

“Your role is defined by your specialization,” the guildmaster replied in a low, measured tone. “You can serve as the shield of your team, drawing the enemy’s attention and soaking up the damage. Or, you could become a relentless berserker, fueled by an insatiable bloodlust and a passion for close combat.”

The kobold’s gaze dropped again, his brow furrowed in thought. As he mused over the options, Thorian turned his attention back to the shadowkin.

“Thank you for your time, guildmaster,” he said, stepping towards the kobold to conclude the conversation. But just as he took that step, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “I realize I neglected to ask your name.”

The shadowkin’s silver eyes gleamed brightly as if peering into a distant horizon. “I lack a formal name, but some refer to me as Whisperwind.”

“An honor to make your acquaintance, Whisperwind,” Thorian responded, his head dipping in a respectful nod. “May our relationship be enduring and prosperous.”

“The honor is mine,” Whisperwind returned, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Overseeing a lord as special as you promises to be most fascinating.”

With no further words exchanged, Thorian moved towards the brown kobold, who was now gradually pulling himself upright. Seeing the kobold’s downcast, crestfallen expression, Thorian softened his gaze. “Don’t fret,” he reassured, “The guildmasters are currently insurmountable beings to us. There is no dishonor in your defeat.”

The brown kobold glanced up at Thorian and nodded, albeit reluctantly.

As they resumed their journey, the kobold trailed behind Thorian. When they’d walked some ways, he couldn’t help but voice a question that had been gnawing at him. “If they’re so powerful, why can’t they help us fight the monsters outside? We’d level up incredibly fast with their help!”

Thorian chuckled at the kobold’s proposition. “It would indeed be advantageous if that were possible. But the guildmasters are significantly limited outside of their guild areas. They lose all their powers and become extraordinarily weak if they venture beyond a certain radius.”

The kobold stared at Thorian in disbelief, his jaw slack. With great disappointment, he sighed. “That’s a shame.

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