Chapter 4: Dungeon Massacre
In the Dungeon of the fantasy world
a young man opened his eyes slowly. the young man looked 18 years old, from the length of his legs and back it could be said that he was 190cm. he had a very handsome face with an 'otherworldly' feeling. he had yellow hair and eyes the color shiny gold. because in the dungeon, the uniform he wore was a military uniform complete with lion patterns on both shoulders. the young man of course is Michael.
'Ahh fuck! My head hurts so fucking much!!!' Michael held his head with both hands, his head currently felt like it was being pounded by something very hard. After struggling for a while, his head began to feel a little lighter.
Then he looked at his surroundings and his eyebrows raised. His beautiful shiny gold eyes showed suspicion, the surroundings were filled with ancient and worn walls, many wild plants were creeping around him, he collapsed in the middle of a broken prison, the iron bars for confinement (slaves, suspects) had seen a lot of destruction inside, even the chains for binding suspects had broken a lot and were completely messy. this must be a long-abandoned dungeon.
What made him unsure was just... what is the purpose of the previous owner of the body going to a creepy dungeon like this?
Just about to stand up, Michael's head throbbed harder which made him hold his head and scream hysterically while writhing on the ground. He writhed on the ground like a worm for 20 minutes, his shiny gold eyes showing a terrifying light for a moment.
'What a memory that was. I thought the system would make me a new body like 100% reincarnation. but this situation seems like I'm occupying someone's body
'Zegrath Von Voolfiws'
'Melcher De Mantis'
'Arthur Von Voolfiws'
He tried to recall all the memories and could only remember 3 of the many names. It was frustrating.
'Who were those people, and who is the owner of this body?' he tilted his head asking himself in surprise.
Michael shook his head and tried to stand up. as he crouched down, the feeling of pressure on his heart made him have a creepy reaction, his eyes opened very wide with red color spreading rapidly around the pupils, his mouth opened wide unconsciously and let out a creepy scream. if there were people here, they might think it was a monster's scream. the incident lasted for 3 minutes..' what the hell was that! my heart feels like it was squeezed several times. then he felt nauseous and vomited a thick blood liquid. he turned his head towards the vomit and felt something strange.
'normal vomit should be red right, what's with this green color?'
he had read a fantasy novel, this situation was very similar to... "No way!?
Michael's screams and the sound of bones stretching filled the room as he tried to forcibly stand up. managing to stand up, he immediately opened his uniform violently and then threw the shirt in front of him. his beautiful trained body began to appear clearly, but on his beautiful body, there was something quite terrifying. right on his left chest, there was a hole that looked small, maybe the size of his little finger, but when he just stood up, the hole on his body released a green liquid that was so thick that it slowly fell into his stomach.
'Damn it, I was poisoned'. He cursed and immediately grabbed the clean-looking paper beside him to wash off the dirty liquid. 'But why isn't the poison reacting anymore? Is it possible that this poison reacts randomly? If so, this is troublesome.
Of course, if he was fighting an enemy and the poison reacted, it was not in his favor. he touched a bit of the remaining green poison with the index finger on his right hand, but there was no reaction on his finger. he moved his finger up and down hesitantly and finally placed his index finger right under his nose.
SNIFF
SNIFF
Michael sniffed the poison carefully, not wanting it to enter his body through his nose. 'The poison did not react to my body, and after I sniffed it, it didn't have any odor'. At this point, he was convinced that the poison only reacted when it entered the body's internal organs.
'Just now, what kind of poison is in his body?!'
He lowered his back to pick up the shirt that he had thrown earlier. Looking closely, the military shirt did not look like an ordinary soldier's shirt, especially with the lion motif on the shoulder, Michael was very sure that it was a noble military shirt.
On the right chest of the shirt, there was something that caught Michael's attention. it was a bright gold-colored name tag. he then pulled the right side of the shirt and saw the name tag on the right chest of the shirt.
'Zegrath Von Voolfiws'
Seeing the name, Michael widened his eyes in surprise, as it turned out that the name that popped up most in his memory, Zegrath Von Voolfiws, is himself!
Silent for a moment, Michael sighed and finally accepted his new identity as ZEGRATH VON VOOLFIWS.
Zegrath then put on his clothes and wandered around the dungeon. After walking for about 300 meters, there was a statue of a man holding a lamp in his hand, inside the lamp were many skulls that were bright green. 'crazy! this is crazy! he used the skull of a creature for a lamp!?!?'
If he used a human skull, Zegrath didn't know what to say. Zegrath stood for a moment under the statue and then continued his journey.
20 minutes later.....
Zegrath saw a door with the words 'world of orcs' in the center of the door. he then sat for a while and sighed in relief 'finally... I seem to have found a way out he had been wandering around this dungeon for quite a while, searching through the many doors here had taken a lot of energy, moreover he was still an ordinary human because his strength was still 0.
Zegrath wasted no time and walked towards the door quickly, he stood for a moment while sticking his ear on the door trying to hear what sound was behind the door. after 2 minutes of not hearing anything, Zegrath opened the door and then saw a scene that surprised and crept him...
In the spacious dungeon room, there were many corpses. Their deaths were varied, Zegrath saw that some were impaled with swords in their stomachs, some had both eyes missing, and many other deaths.
He turned his gaze towards the center among the many corpses, fixated on the body, Zegrath walked carelessly towards the dead body. when he arrived right in front of the corpse, Zegrath somehow felt a little relieved and analyzed the strange body that felt familiar.
He wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman as the body was wearing full steel armor along with a mask/head guard. Zegrath crouched down and removed the head guard covering the knight.
It turned out to be a man, he had long beige hair up to his neck and a thin beard on his handsome middle-aged face, it was just that... seeing this face was too familiar to him.
'Why does this feel so close? My relative? It shouldn't, we don't have any common ground, but why doesn't he have any lethal wounds like the other soldiers'
The iron armor is still very complete and there are no slightest flaws such as scratches and the like, the only obvious flaw is that the iron armor is dirty because of the blood splashes of this person, his face also does not have the slightest wound.
This made Zegrath curious about the death of this middle-aged man who was different from other soldiers.
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