Chapter 4: Labyrinths First Floor. (2/2)
[You have slain a armoured soldier]
[You have gained 5 XP]
His body swayed from right to left as he panted, his eyes filled with exhaustion as he rose up.
How many were left? He didn't know, but neither did he care. In fact, the grin on his face never wavered.
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[You have slain a armoured soldier]
[You have gained 5 XP]
Gray, who had just taken out the last of the Armor soldiers, collapsed on his knees, before crashing his face against the rock cold floor.
The cuts and wounds on his body were dripping with blood. He felt exhausted and dizzy. The fight had really drained him down, he wasn't much of an athlete but did occasionally do some training at home to stay in shape.
He realized that this was the end as his eyes slowly closed. He could no longer feel the floor due to the cold and numbness in his arms and legs.
That would not have been a bad thing for him, he would have finally gotten the death he wanted.
So then why?
As Gray slowly rose up, he pushed down with his arms on the ground. Even though his feet trembled as he tried to balance, he did not let that stop him.
His body was grumbling from hunger, his throat dry from thirst as he walked ahead.
This was the first time he had ever uttered such words. It made everything he had said, all of his resolve seem like a joke. It disgusted him, but still, he said it.
”I won't die.”
Following the experience of feeling alive, he made it his new goal to experience new emotions this way. Now that he wasn't bound by that drunkard's chains, and the world had gone to hell, he could go wherever he wanted.
He made a decision.
He decided to live his life the way he wanted. Certainly it seemed as if he was rushing to make a decision, but maybe he was looking for this opportunity all along. Regardless, he was going to take advantage of it.
”Status.” He muttered as he walked towards the next door, stopping as he reached it.
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[Possessor: Gray Caliber
Race: Human
State: Fatigued / Injured.
Level: 1
XP Required For Level Up: 65/100
HP: 5/10
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His eyes widened as they scrolled through, sixty-five, he was only thirty-five away. Just thirty-five. It was unclear to him what was in store for him ahead of this mysterious pattern.
Despite that, he wasn't scared. His fear of death was nonexistent. While he would not kill himself anymore, he would not complain if he died. This would be his new way of life.
He pushed open the door.
At that moment, cold sweat dripped down his face. The fact that he is human can never be changed no matter how hard he tried to suppress his emotions.
His breathing became increasingly difficult due to the blood lust being released from the room.
He could hear and feel it clearly. At this point, his instincts were screaming danger and fear.
With the doors fully open, he could see it. There was a throne at the end of the room that was similar to the one he was in.
A single piece of armor sat on top of the throne. Unlike the others, which were silver and metallic. This one had a golden hue and a more refined design.
He couldn't see it. The core. There were no gaps in the armor. He was also unable to see the red glint within its helmets that gave the appearance that it had eyes. The only thing he could perceive was darkness.