Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Kick it. Kick it.

Wrapped around a crossbow.

“Yes, Joo, kill him! ”

He screams like a man's seizure. Step on his right wrist again.

Shoot!

Crossbows were inserted into the fixed right palm of the hand.

Puck!

The Enhanced Crossbow was excellent at penetrating.

The flesh is gone. I pierced more than half the floor and stuck it to the floor.

I put some weight in my feet. Arms and legs were fixed to the floor.

I'm biting the blood bubble in a very painful place to break my flesh and bones.

The bubble stops breathing. The innkeeper grumbled and suffered for a long time.

Pain is a profound and simple emotion. There was no great pleasure in watching.

Tuck.

My head fell to the ground, trying to lift it a little higher. The struggle stops. The room is calm.

Tiring!

[EXP has increased by 149.]

I looked down at the man who had become an ugly corpse.

I killed one. However, the aftertaste is not at all pleasant.

In other words, this is not the inner circle of the people who killed Rubia.

He's a piece of garbage, but he's just a minnow he uses and throws away in his own group.

‘Nothingness ^. ’

I've been struggling for too long to get here. And I can't go any further.

Because I don't have the strength,

You can't jump inside the walls.

To the walls of Erastor, where the Lord sent the hammer and crossbow.

Even the walls of Eublam with the guards that killed Rubia.

I have no idea where to start with the neo-Necron Society organization that is common in both cities.

I searched the room. I just took some money. Nothing else was found that was worth saving.

There is only full plate mail in the corner.

Huff.

I was wearing armor.

Before killing the innkeeper.

I didn't ask the innkeeper where the armor came from.

I didn't want to ask.

There was something on my mind. You don't have to ask.

He tucks himself in a gauntlet and wears a helmet.

Charlock.

The whole body was covered.

From the outside, I couldn't tell it was a skeleton.

It looks like a plausible knight.

I stood still for a moment. I wish I could walk with her in this dress.

Chug chug.! Chug chug.!

Walk alone. It's February.

This is south of the Empire.

The southern snow melts early. The snowy winter landscape quickly became nothing. But the memory of winter does not fade.

Jubbuck.

Stomp on the dirt. Stomp on the stones.

Walk the snowless mountain path.

Now I think about what happened on the melted snow.

I think about what happened with the woman who just became a commander.

The inside of the occipital bone seemed sore, which hit the eye.

Dallac.

Be strong, as I thought several times. Be safe and secure. The only way is to level up.

The fastest way to level up is to hunt Humans.

But you can't just wander around like that. Hiding in the mountains isn't the best way to attack anyone.

Human strength is not proportional to appearance. They are devastating.

Magic objects can be judged to be strong at a glance. Outward judgments are generally accurate. Line up Goblins, Trolls, and Ogres. The power of the devil is as it seems.

But human beings have very large individual deviations. There are often times when it cannot be seen. That's odd.

The girl who looks weak on the outside.

They also exert unreasonable power.

Humans are distorted and twisted somewhere. Not uniform

I don't know how to fix this.

I don't need to feel right at all.

Just be careful.

I heard that attacking anyone seems to be a big deal. Thrown in the Valley of Death in a heartbeat.

You will return to the grave.

‘We need to get to the dungeon. ’

That's my conclusion.

I'm going to the dungeon.

It's strange at first glance. The dungeon is visited by prepared Humans. It used to be a place where aggressive Humans used to come from.

It may seem crazy to go there.

But this is right.

Humans who come to the dungeon can measure their strength.

The adventurer's strength is almost exactly proportional to the dungeon he is looking for.

For example, where only skeleton soldiers are cruelly prowling, the Knights of Lions or the Monks of Ashes don't wear the majestic vs. strategic armor.

Subdue the Goblin Lair. The wizards of Azura and Black Herb do not go there.

There's no such thing as rules.

It's natural.

No human goes to a place that has absolutely no advantage.

Humans enter the dungeon at their own level.

Take the dungeon of the F rank as an example.

There are adventurers from level 1 to level 15.

The newcomers who choose the new adventure enter. No more experience can be gained by a human than you.

Dallac.

I stumbled into the deep mountains. I thought of nearby dungeons.

I thought quietly about where to go. There is a dungeon in my head.

Ghost Ossuary.

It was a dungeon that stayed for about three years in its first life.

I lived in a cave maze near Erast for three years.

After leaving, I walked without hesitation.

I wandered around, avoiding animals and people, and arrived there. Somehow, it was an attractive place. Inside, there were many skeletons like me.

The dungeon I stayed in for three years.

The name "The Ghost's Ossuary," makes sense. But the truth is,

A humble dungeon with absolutely no purpose.

Where novice adventurers go to practice.

Even if it is a kind of test ground, it is easy. A dungeon with very low difficulty. It's just a practice that has nothing to steal.

A dungeon made up of Skeleton Soldiers who can be smashed by pickpockets without getting too excited.

Including me.

‘It was broken there many times. ’

I was trampled several times for the adventurers to practice.

After a short few days and a long few weeks, I used to wake up again. I can't remember wandering around in a dungeon that is not that wide.

I remembered.

The Ossuary of the Netherlands has its perks.

Open spaces inside.

There are special organ devices. Press the stone wall to hit the stone puzzle to open the door to the inner slope. There is a dungeon boss.

‘I'd be happy to stay there. ’

The hall where the dungeon boss was.

I intend to hide there.

Inside the stone wall, which opens with the trachea.

I'm going to hide in there and I'm going to cut off the humans who entered the dungeon one by one.

Later.

You'll be leveled up.

When you kill low-level humans and you're no longer level-up,

Go to another dungeon.

It's not a place to stay long.

The dungeon.

Deep, dark mountains. A narrow cave entrance cast in a few shadows.

It's dark inside. It's pathetic. There are pools of water everywhere. Bone debris piles up everywhere.

‘There were several paths to the entrance. ’

However, those who are not the main route are blocked quickly. If you're going the wrong way, you'll find out soon enough. It's not fun, but attacking is easy.

There are no plausible traps or runes guarding the cave. Weak Humans like to come in. A place to crush skeletons and enjoy the light.

You walk the mountain path, thinking carefully about the interior of the dungeon. Walking was much less boring when I thought about it.

Huff, puff, puff.

I've been walking for a long time. Maybe walking fast without rest. The sound of the plate armor crunching is quite confusing.

Suddenly, I realize my gait is quite fast.

I'm walking like I'm being chased. I am walking nervously because I am driven by my helplessness.

‘Here we are. ’

Here we are. In front of the dungeon.

Guwoooo.!

It was very dark around the entrance. Like,

The dark darkness of the dungeon seems to have flowed out.

But...

Cook inside, and lost.

The key defensive elements of this dungeon are neither monsters nor mazes. It is just one fact that there is a dungeon in such a dark place. It's a little creepy to look at. That's all.

‘Just the atmosphere. ’

The monsters that emerge are weak and the maze is simple. Humans know all about it.

‘However.,

Now I'm going in here. If I intervene in the hunt for adventurers, this dungeon might level up a little.

When the humans lost one or two of my colleagues, when they felt the camouflage in the dungeon.

Then we can leave here.

[Ghost's Ossuary]

[Dungeon Rank: F]

[Appropriate Level: ⁄ 15]

[This dungeon can be a little difficult at the current level.]

[Appropriate clearance: 3? 4 people]

‘What does this mean? ’

Let's open the door and try to get in.

A strange message appeared in the air.

It's like he's talking to me. Now, where do I put it?

You push the door as it is.

Kugu Palace.!

The entrance to the Great Dungeon opens.

‘From here, I can see with my eyes closed. ’

I've lived here for three years. It's no big deal anyway.

Walk slowly in.

Boom, boom.

The sound of footsteps echoes in the dungeon. Ordinary stones on the floor. There are several piles of bones spilled on the floor and ashes spilled. I looked at the ashes for a moment and went forward.

There are three forks. The far right is the way inside. Even if you go somewhere else, you have nothing to see. I just need more time.

We're on the right. As I climbed the stairs coming out, it opened up around me.

‘There was a place like this. ’

There's a pretty big vacancy waiting. The void is still.

Ta-da.

The fireplace is illuminating the inside. It looks like a common resting place for adventurers.

‘Now it's a playground. ’

I can't believe there's such a thing as a camp for adventurers in a dungeon. It was an embarrassing place to call a dungeon.

We're coming in through the clearing and down.

I passed where all the dried vines were entangled.

I stare at the vines quietly.

Among the vines, there are often those that wriggle alive. There are things that wrap arms and legs and melt the skin or rip off the limbs. Of course, there is no such vine in a Class F dungeon.

This vine here.

They're just dry.

Nothing can be pulled or stopped.

It was a long dead vine.

I thought the weakest skeletons were the vines that fit around here.

You straighten out the vines, making sure that the adventurers' heads don't cave in. That made it easy for me to get in.

Dallac.

There was a noise as I walked a little.

Are they guarding the dungeon? ’

There is no conversation.

You're not an adventurer after all that snorting. I walked slowly.

Check it out. It's a skeleton. I walked deliberately.

Dallac!

Skeleton looks back.

With a rusted blade in one hand, the other draws its shieldless, hollow air toward you.

"The gatekeeper. ’

Skeleton Soldier has no name.

I just remember the guy guarding the door. The one who broke first. And he was reassembled.

Poor thing. He's seriously blocking the door. But there is no meaning to it. Humans are just having fun. Taking him down, taking him down again, taking him down again.

I was in the same position as him.

You can't talk, you can't think straight.

I was just wandering around this cave dazed.

Neither aimed nor oriented I have no desire. It's just a walking daze, some kind of movement.