Path of Dragons - A LitRPG Apocalypse (BOOK TWO ON KINDLE SEPT. 2)

Towing a corpse weighing hundreds of tons came with a host of problems, not least of which was the fact that it tended to attract every scavenger – and in a lot of cases, predators – in the region. Because of that, Elijah had spent the past two days alternating between dragging the leviathan’s corpse through the ocean and fighting off the opportunistic beasts wanting to get a piece of it for themselves.

He didn’t blame them, either.

Even he was impressed by the sheer amount of energy the enormous monster still contained. And aside from its destroyed heart and the small hole through which he’d exited, it was in pristine condition. As he’d suspected, the thing’s curious relationship with the submerged ice forest had healed the results of the battle. If he hadn’t already been inside the thing, he never would have managed to kill it.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too beat up from the battle, so after only a few minutes of healing, he’d embarked on his quest to drag the corpse back to Ironshore. Owing to the need to fight off scavengers, he’d only made it halfway, and he knew it wouldn’t get much easier going forward.

So, with one end of a giant rope coiled around the monster’s tail and the other end in his mouth, Elijah continuously paddled forward, his giant flippers straining against the increased drag that came from the thing’s size and weight. The only solace to be found in the situation was that he’d left the ice floes behind, which made his task that much easier. Still, he knew it’d be at least a day before he reached his destination.

The other advantage of fighting off so many beasts was that he’d finally ticked over the edge to level one-eighty. Killing the leviathan had put him right on the edge, so it hadn’t taken much experience to push him over. Still, most of the beasts in the area were so underleveled – at least compared to him – that it had taken almost a hundred to gain even a tiny percent of the total needed for a single level.

But he’d gotten it, which was all that mattered.

To reassure himself, he checked his status: