Road to Mastery 3: A LitRPG Apocalypse Adventure by Valerios

Author:Valerios [Valerios]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2024-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

FIGHTING A LATE IMMORTAL

Jack and Shol prowled through a dense jungle.

Although, prowled was an understatement. They shuttled through at hundreds of miles per hour, dodging trees and animals as if everything else moved in slow motion. A lion tried to jump out of the way, only for Jack to circle around it regardless.

“I wonder how it feels to live on the same planet as your ancestors,” Shol said. “I see lions here. The leonines originate from them.”

“It’s not that weird,” Jack replied. “We come from monkeys, and my Earth is full of them—kind of. We just never give it a second thought.”

“Hmm. I guess.”

Shol glanced at his wrist, where he wore a clock-like device whose surface resembled a scanner. A blinking dot was slowly but surely approaching the center. “We’re getting close,” he said. “On your guard. This could get messy.”

“You got it.”

They fell silent, only the sound of splitting air accompanying them. Thanks to their speed, even the animal roars sounded odd. The terrain around them had transitioned from a forest to a thick jungle, making its navigation difficult and time-consuming.

Before long, sounds of explosions came from up ahead.

“Careful,” Shol instructed telepathically. “I think someone is after him.”

“What careful? We have to hurry!” Jack responded, accelerating ahead and taking charge. Gritting his teeth, Shol followed.

The explosions kept growing stronger. A shockwave crashed down, flattening an entire area of the jungle around them and heavily shaking the ground under their feet.

With the surrounding trees demolished, they had a clear view of the sky. Jack drew a sharp breath. Captain Dordok was there. His steel club was held high, emanating a formless, intimidating aura, and his once kind face was warped into an angry scowl.

He swiped once. The very air was pushed away from his club, creating a vacuum. A wide shockwave spread out, impacting the distant jungle and flattening another part of it.

Four cultivators stood against Dordok. One was a goatee—a goat person—wielding a large, golden halberd. The second was a bearfolk with patches of gray on his fur and scars all over. The third was a human, surprisingly, wearing long black robes, and the fourth was a one-eyed ogre just like Dordok, wielding a greatsword that emanated an aura of brutality.

Jack inspected them all.

Goatee, Level 236

Bearfolk, Level 221

Human (Parniol), Level 240

Cyclops, Level 230

All of them were in the late D-Grade, and all shared the same title: Eighth Ring Conqueror. Each of these four individuals had once been a dominant Lord in Trial Planet.

Jack also inspected Dordok, whose level was finally visible.

Cyclops, Level 245

Faction: -

Title: Far Traveler

“Traitor!” Dordok roared, bringing his club down. The ensuing shockwave cracked the air as it traveled, except it was off the mark. It simply passed by the opposing cultivators, ruffling their robes before digging a deep crater into the earth.

“You are out of your mind,” the other cyclops replied calmly, hefting his greatsword. “Only an idiot fights for a lost cause.”

“A powerful idiot. ORAAA!” He swung down again, also missing.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.

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