Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Hahahaha.! ”

A woman laughs. I'd throw a torch right now.

It is a fast phoneme.

I don't even have time to talk. It may be a precaution not to talk to the prey.

The woman's shivering smile echoes behind the torch. A new smile spreads to the bottom.

Hay and torches filled with floors. I think I'm going to learn how to hunt.

It's a pretty good trap.

When you see a young female with her clothes torn to shreds, it is rare for a human male to calm down.

It is difficult to approach with a careful look at the floor.

If you set foot in a trap that's stubborn enough, that's it.

It is a narrow space. It cannot run or hide.

It's full of hay.

Set fire to this place. It's more clear than dropping a rock or a lump of iron.

Heat and smoke are smooth. It can be easily dug into solid armor.

He suffocates and burns alive. Not bad. I think I've had enough to live on for a while.

I look up at her thinking.

They eat people because they don't have anything to eat? You don't look that hungry yet.

Of course, the woman's intention is not cannibalism. When my armor and sword are cold in the trap, it means I'll sell it somewhere.

The torch will open. It's a long way up, but I feel it. She smiles brightly.

A woman stretches her fingers. Nine.

One is cut off. But count the fever first.

“1 Yi”

“9!”

When I counted ten and nine, I did not fold any fingers. Weird camouflage. Was it a finger that was cut off in defiance of the plunder?

“8!”

“Period”

My fingers are starting to touch. I stumble into a narrow trap and stare at my folding finger. I can't jump out of it.

He was clearly relieved of tension and relaxed. It's his fault he fell into the trap.

“6! 5! 4! ”

There wouldn't have been any countdowns to the plunder. Maybe she's kind.

When I got out, I thought I'd kill you neatly.

3! 2! 1! ”

The woman pauses.

“What, do I have to take it off? Phew, I'm annoyed.

Let your lips glow for a moment. But hesitation is not long.

“Did you think it would end with a threat? ”

They do not ask for an answer. A woman throws a sunlight down. I look at the falling torch quietly. There is no guilt on a woman's face.

It seems like it was burned a long time ago. Or maybe it was cut off with one finger on the right.

“Bon voyage! ”

Whee!

This skill is quite familiar. The torch falls vertically down.

You can smell the burning meat beneath the trap. It is not the first time.

Hrrrrrrr!

It burns brightly in the trap.

Active Taoronda is a flooring filled with thin leaves, hay, and delicate branches. Fire envelops me.

‘It's hot.'

But that's it.

[Fire Resistance applied!]

[Heat decreases HP by 0.15% per 2 seconds!]

[HP Reduction to 99.85%!]

[HP reduced to 99.70%!]

Quite relaxed

A fire-resistant perk that was forcibly chosen in the spider cave.

Compared to 'Grasmear's Flame', which was cut off by 0.3 seconds, the fire that burns hay underfoot feels colder than it is underfoot.

“What, what! Why, why are you still here? What the hell, Ash? He just died? ”

I hear a voice of surprise.

I just lay there in the fire.

I don't have the stamina to shine as much as I want.

‘Come on. It's hot. ’

I am too preoccupied.

Life force is still decreasing by a small amount.

Skeletons don't burn.

It's better than having blood and flesh, but it can melt and turn to ash.

[Fire Resistance applied!]

[HP Reduction to 98.5%!]

Active burning in the middle of a firepit, but the HP reduction is reasonably high.

Of course there is no pain. I can feel the temperature, but I can't feel it. Screams don't even know it. Seems like it went quite well with expectations.

The dry branches and hay that had been drained inside were all burnt up. The fire went out.

There is a lot of smoke in the pit.

“Is he dead? Is he dead? ”

“God, I can't stand the screaming. He was in there for ten minutes, of course he died. ”

I hear a man's voice. Unclear and suffocating. You sound like you're having a hard time.

“Why aren't you yelling? Anxious.”

“Aren't you dying at once?

Oops. Cough, cough! ”

You hear footsteps approaching. The footsteps stop. Cough.

“Honey, it's not just once or twice. What's the rush? Hold still. When it's over, let's get the smoke out. ”

“Cough! Yes, you should. ”

The conversation pauses. I meet their expectations. Lay still on the ashes.

I was lying still.

Someone 19 years old likes killing humans has passed enough time to slowly eat three or four cookies soaked in coffee.

I ran out of smoke.

Boom boom.

“Kmm, Kmm! I'll go down.”

Srlock.

The long rope ladder comes down.

A human male climbs down the ladder slowly.

Tuk-tuk.

He hits me with a stick. He looks up and shouts.

“Yes! It's not moving! ”

“Of course! ”

The woman is upset upstairs.

It was that moment.

Tiring!

[Play Dead Lv.1 is created with a new skill!]

Play Dead Lv.1 (new!)

Skill: 0/1 ,000 [Brave men die once, but cowards die many times! Be a coward. If you don't want to die, you can always play dead!]

Messages are often like this. I'm used to it now. No,

I feel familiar with it.

“Hang on to your loops! ”

You hear a sharp woman's voice from above. The man who came down the rope ladder is standing near me.

I see him in front of me.

Fragile skin. Wrinkled face for ages. My eyes are swollen. My body is thin.

Heave-ho!

He puts a chain to my armor. Armor purchased by Rubia. I don't like to be touched.

But if we kill this man now, we may have to cut down the ladder from above.

Examine the 'Play Dead' skill in the air more closely. Some descriptions are attached.

[Race: Skeleton]

[Attributes Reflected!]

[Calibration: all targets get 5x the effectiveness of the deceased.]

[Performs an additional 5x effect on targets with no affiliate skills.]

Twenty-five.

I think I can make sure one of them pretends to be dead.

When will it be useful? At least when I see Circus again, it's not a skill I can use in front of her.

While staring at the dazed spear, the man shouts.

“Cough, cough! Ugh, look at that burning armor. Can I have my price? ”

“Did you go down and smoke? ”

“Yeah, a little bit. ”

“Don't worry about the price, it's new. All you have to do is wipe the soot. Where's the iron going? Come on!”

“I'll be right there! ”

The hook is fitted with armor. The man climbs the ladder.

Glug glug. Glug.

I feel the attraction of two people. I slowly pull myself up.

You may climb up the rope ladder.

But there's no need to interrupt me if I want to put it up myself.

You hear a couple talking.

“That's light.”

“Looks like a skinny one. Maybe he's skinnier than you. The dry wood burns good, but he really burns! Oh-ho-ho!”

Women are overjoyed. The man is reasonably well-groomed. It's a friendly time.

If you bury this trap with me after you kill it, it will be considerate.

It was halfway up.

Squeaker!

“Ahhhh! ”

“Shhh! Shhh! ”

You hear a scream with the sound of the flesh piercing.

Boom! Boom!

You hear the sound of blunt bone and flesh.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! ”

You hear a scream scratching from the depths of your stomach.

Drumrock!

Squeaker!

I fell back down. Fortunately, the ladder is intact.

“Heehee, heeheehee. We got 'em, huh? Did you do business on our turf? ”

You hear a grim laugh.

Pick!

“Ahhhh!”

“Why don't you rebel a little more? Huh? This bitch is old enough to use her as a sex slave. You want me to have a little fun on my way to the end? ”

I hear another voice.

“If you smoke like this, why don't you advertise to come and get it? They chased us from afar.”

You hear the sound of carving and piercing flesh and bones, and screaming. The screams of the woman who set me up.

I didn't know what was going on. I grabbed the ladder.

‘Sprint.,

Use [Skill < Charging (Lv.2) >!]

[250% Speed for 10 min!]

[50: 00 until next use]

[2/3 times available within 24 hours]

Class E dungeon.

A skill obtained by killing a red-eyed centaurus.

Buff for a certain amount of time, but there are no side effects.

Pot!

You grab the ladder and almost bounce off the ground.

Out of the pit in an instant.

“Huh?! Huh?”

He opened his eyes wide and looked surprised.

I met a man with a knife wound on his face.

“You, what are you? ”

It was a voice that was dying outside until just now.

I quickly looked around. Five men were surrounded by axes, thorny iron clubs, and saw-tooth sharp knives.

Are you a bandit?

I thought we were fighting in the bandits' territory.

On the ground, a thin man falls on his head.

And a woman, with several holes in her body, who was bleeding, sat down and struggled. An intestine flows from the boat in your hand.

There seems to be no chance of survival.

“I'll take care of this. ”

Shhh!

You pull out the Bastard Sword from the grated blade. You take a step forward and swing your sword.

The neck of the woman who threw the torch into the trap snaps. Red blood spilled.

It rains like rain on a scalded armor.

Tuck.

The hands of the woman holding her stomach are crushed to the ground, and the corpse of the woman without a neck is shattered.

“What, what, what is this? ”

“You made it out of there alive? ”

Huff.

I put the knife in slowly. A bandit with no grudge. Killing them will only give you a few XP.

Boom.

They're blocking the way. They see each other stealing.

“Go, go, go! ”

They take a few steps back. He points his weapon at me and slowly steps back.

Wise judgment.

When you face something you don't understand, running away is a pretty safe choice.

I walk slowly and pull the map out of my arms.

The pile goes out by hand.

The map burned down.

I have a fire resistance. But we can't take the fight to the map.

“”? This isn't good. ”

I don't know the way to the Goblin Dungeon. We need a map.

‘I know the way back. ’

No income.

I just learned a peculiar skill called 'Play Dead.'

It's a little awkward to go back to Slime.

“Stop.”

I called them up. The men tighten their arms tightly.

Rather than practical, blood and flesh splattered dizzily on weapons designed to inflict pain.

I asked them.

“Do you know the way to the Goblin Dungeon? ”

At that moment,

The blade's eyebrows twitch.