Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

"Concepts you don't understand"? ’

Not really.

I couldn't move ahead of the attack.

A relaxed man stepping forward.

I didn't know what was happening when he slowly walked my body to the armor with a blunt black scabbard.

Who the hell was that guy? How did he get there?

Class F dungeon, the Ghost Ossuary.

It's a place where people can't even swing their own swords.

I don't think I've handled them well enough to deal with them.

Dallac.

I shook my head. No, the man in blue armor wasn't.

I have never seen such a level

It's not something I can comment on anyway.

I didn't understand that I could die that way. He looks back slowly, again, at the sword, or the sword.

A black-and-white black spot like an snow foot that's just beginning to tangle in the sky.

The black house, without any pattern, was like a conductor's banquet.

A very slow, tranquil and relaxed tempo.

The sword that was swinging at that speed split me in half.

I'm still confused.

Anyway.

Right now, you need to focus on what's in front of you. Enhanced privileges.

I didn't think much of it.

"If it's a choice, number one. ’

There's no hesitation.

Special number 1 is equipped with a Plus.

It means it was enhanced once.

Given a chance to take something to the next level?

I thought it was effective to choose what was already enhanced.

Either way, secondary enhancement will be harder than primary enhancement.

“Number one. ”

Would you like to select [1]? There is no turning back. Choose carefully.]

[Confirm/Reselect]

“Confirmed.”

[Enhancing privileges.]

The message has been floating for a long time.

I don't regret it. The other may be more practical

A perk that increases the liking of Commander (Necromancer).

Favor is unilateral. There is no guarantee that my preference for others works in my favor.

But...

Nevertheless, select this perk.

I don't want to think I'll never see Rubia again.

There must be a way.

When I met her again.

I wanted to feel more comfortable with myself.

[Enhanced Perks!]

[Fairy tale rate drops.]

[93.04% > 92.49%]

Somewhere in the room, it opened.

The darkness reaches your toes with a Smell Gear.

Little by little from your toes.

I began to gently wrap myself around one layer. I stood still and surrendered myself to the darkness.

[Automatically equip the perk.]

Special: Necromancer's Lovers (new!)

Gain 20 Basic Likes from relationships with all Necromancers and start with them.

Increases Commando's Tendency by an additional 10.

Your presence inspires the commander. Necromancy skill levels rise 5% faster for commanders near you.

This is a Hero Perk. This privilege will be forced until another Emergency Perk is active.

‘Hmm.'

You don't get to choose any other perks. Moreover, the point investment seemed to have flown away.

‘Is this a preference for intensive liking? ’

Anyway, it's my choice. You can have a meeting, but you can't complain.

Boom, boom.

I walked in armor. You walk cautiously enough not to break the static in the hall. Then I got lost in thought.

Unlike the deaths so far, there are many questions left in this death.

Number one.

Why would I want to stay in the dungeon?

I hold this thought and keep walking.

Since when?

About a month after being stuck in a dungeon?

Probably around that time.

The consciousness became blurry. I couldn't make the right decision. I couldn't keep thinking and thinking.

I thought I wanted to hide in the dungeon, in the shade.

I thought it would be okay if I just stared at the air blankly.

It seemed to work somehow.

Why did you do that? ’

It's hard to understand even now. I felt like there was a message in the air. I couldn't remember it well because my consciousness was already clouded.

When I think about it a little more, I think of something in my head.

"Is this about friendship? ’

More than 5%, more than 10%.

I had no idea what it was for.

Dungeon affinity.

Obviously, as it went up, it seemed to want to stay inside the dungeon more and more.

I couldn't think of anything else.

‘I have to get out before I get to 10%. ’

If you set the baseline to 10%, you won't be able to stay very long.

If it's anything like your last life. Ten days, maybe?

I'm going to be busy. I looked at Lena, who was still sleepy.

She had a lot to be sorry about.

At first, I doubted her.

I thought I should use it.

There was no trust.

She proactively approached me, saying that she and I are her own kind. But I was intrigued by her words.

As soon as I let go, I thought it wouldn't be weird to hit my back.

I urged her to be half the way she could be.

But Lena was incredibly loyal to me. I was serious about seducing men. I sold my relics diligently and picked the heads of adventurers with agility.

I decided to do it. ’It is difficult to explain her aggressiveness alone.

It seemed to suit Lena's aptitude and taste.

‘Well done. ’

Besides...

She prepared a bunch of nesting traps around the dungeon for me, stuck in the dungeon.

I ended up ruining everything.

Dallac.

‘You better do it this time. ’

The moment I decided.

The letter flickers in the air.

< A Class B scenario, Lena's story is ongoing.

‘Is this it.,

Once again,

I put my hand on the glittering letter "Lena."

Tiring!

[Name: Lena]

[Thief Lv.5]

[HP 13, Strength 11, Agility 17, Wisdom 11]

[Favor: 11]

Lena is feeling sympathetic to you.

[Basic Skill]

Unlocks by increasing the likelihood.

[Privileges]

Unlocks by increasing the likelihood.

[Unlocks by increasing title appeal.

Equal. Excellent stats. I need to raise her right this time. I looked at her with calm eyes. I remember vividly trying to take me out until the last moment.

“Mmmm."

Lena spits out a shallow groan.

He opens his mouth slightly, exhaling his trapped breath. I slowly wake up from my sleep. There is still a lot of fatigue in the eyes.

I leaned on one side and looked at her quietly. She was sleeping without knowing the world, and she woke up sooner than I thought.

Think the time for her to regress is when she's starting to fall asleep?

Or was it noisy for me to walk down the hall in my thoughts?

“Shhh.

Lena turns her body around. Similar faces as before.

“Why don't you lie down when you're tired? For three days. I wasn't hanging. ”

The person who hung him up honestly was not the one to say.

“Phew. Yes.? ”

When she breathes small, she looks baffled at my words. You don't have to make that face.

“Or go to the inn. A few days off would be nice. ”

Lena winks at you.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Shorts.

You dropped a few silver coins from the traveler's luggage next to her.

“Might be enough to go it alone. ”

Lena shrugs.

“What's wrong with me all of a sudden? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Why are you suddenly so friendly? That would be scary, Knight. ”

Why are you being so nice?

I had nothing to say.

I didn't do anything. I hesitated for a moment, looking for something to talk about.

It doesn't come to mind.

But I don't think I can think of anything that makes sense about keeping my mouth shut.

I spit as much as I could.

“Yeah? I'm usually nice. ”

Lena looks dazed.

I think I picked the wrong answer. I was speaking to break the awkward silence.

“Anyway, I thought you were supposed to be my partner. Make yourself at home."

Suddenly, she looked a little embarrassed.

I started laughing with my hands slightly below my chest.

“Ah-ha-ha. Hahahaha.

Why are you smiling?

Does it slightly support the shimmy breasts when smiling? You raise your head and smile with your hands under your chest.

Is that a habit?

I couldn't remember what it looked like the last time I laughed.

“Hahaha. What is it, Knight? It's really fun."

“What did you do? ”

“You woke up with a sigh, and suddenly your personality has changed? ”

I thought the smiling face was cute.

Maybe that's why.

What I found was a little late in the text floating over Lena's head.

Tiring!

[Lena's appeal has increased by 6!]

[Current preference: 17]

The message was floating in a translucent window.

‘Small difference. ’

Did chatting help ease tension? I like it.It looks a little higher than last time.

She smiles for a long time and puts her hands in her arms.

"Hmm."

A small dagger in its arms. A poisoned glass bottle. There should be a matchbox to light the bomb.

But what she brings to me,

A pendant called Mother's Relic.

He gave me a small ornament with a rope.

“Here, take this. I tried to give it to you, but I almost forgot. ”

Same as last time.

One difference is that this time there is a smile hanging from the tail of the eye and mouth.

“This is my mother's pendant. ”

A faded embellishment. A long stretch.

I asked her.

“Is this a token of trust for me? ”

Lena's face is slightly bitten.

“Oops! I'm surprised."

She would have said with the face that was reminded of her.

“How did you know? I've been thinking about what you said. ”

‘You told me. ’

She said that a month ago. Or,

I'll talk to you in a minute.

She didn't answer her question.

If you tell them the truth, they'll only hear you say you're crazy.

“Forget it, it's not important.

You let go of the horse. I glanced at Lena's face.

When I first got the pendant from her, I thought I couldn't trust her anyway.

I don't trust the bottle with my heart. I was close to that.

Now I've experienced her.

I do. Now I can trust you without having to pick up a single leaf.

Either way, like a pendant is meaningless.

But...

Now, her story begins to mean something to me. I followed up moderately.

“Emotions and promises. That's not something you can put in your stuff, is it? It doesn't mean anything to you, not the pendant itself. ”

The argument is similar to when she first received the pendant.

However, that attitude is completely different. I have no choice.

The pendant Lena gave me.

The ornament on the rope, again, was gently placed in her white hand.

“Huh.

Lena looked at me with her eyes wide open.

“Keep this as it is.

Did you say mother's pendant? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“Then tell me about your mother.

I think that's more reliable. ”

Lena blinks in a circle. I looked at him quietly.

She opens her mouth.

It was a little complicated.

“My mother. I had to eat three people a day. ”