Chapter 2 (2/2)

None of them, including old Falken, saw that Roland’s consciousness had stayed next to his body. To be more exact, Roland was invisible to them when he was in the state of consciousness.

Roland finally returned to himself from the unexpected pain. He confirmed that his body in the game had been killed by the head explosion due to inappropriate spellcasting.

It was one of the most hilarious ways of death that he knew. He would’ve laughed nonstop if it happened to any other player, but since he was the victim here, he could only weep in sorrow.

No wonder the difficulty of Mage was listed as ten stars on the official website of the game, which was the highest difficulty of all cla.s.ses. Warlock and Priest, the other two cla.s.ses of spellcasters, were only five stars.

Roland recalled the notice he read before entering this virtual world. After a player died, they could be resurrected several seconds after their consciousness found a temple of the Church of Life and lied on the ritual table.

He observed the people who were busy next to his body. In this state of consciousness, he only had regular sight and could not smell, taste, or feel anything. He felt panicked and horrible when he stayed in this environment of sensory deprivation for too long.

He hurried to climb on the ritual table and lie down. The stone skirt of the G.o.ddess skirt was before him again.

Of course, there was nothing underneath the skirt except for simple stone structures. It was not fun at all.

While Roland was having random thoughts, the G.o.ddess statue’s eyes glowed a green that illuminated his consciousness.

His consciousness turned warm, and strange energy flowed within. Then, he became dizzy. By the time he woke up again, he found himself lying on the ritual table.

He stood up, only to discover that the NPCs who were busy moving the body stared at him in surprise with their mouths gaping.

At this moment, he felt slightly cold. He lowered his head. Then, he couldn’t have looked more awful.

He was entirely naked, without the tiniest piece of cloth.

Roland was so embarra.s.sed that he would rather kill himself. Trying to remain calm, he glanced at the crowd and wondered how he could extricate himself from this awkward situation. But soon, he heaved a long sigh, because it was impossible for him to explain himself when he did not know the language.

It had been proved that he couldn’t activate Language Proficiency for now.

At this moment, the old reverend said something to the crowd, and they left the temple in order. The last of them even closed the door.

The temple became dim again. The headless body was still lying on the ground. The blood on the old reverend’s face was gone, but brains still lingered on his clothes, which was rather creepy.

Roland, however, was not scared, because the blood and gore had been thoughtfully blurred into harmless squares in the game.