8 Chapter 8: Nice To Meet You (1/2)

After checking his status, he couldn't help but notice the 3/100 behind his class title. However, when confronting the system about it, no information was delivered. Instead, the system remained quiet and simply left Wilhelm in a more confused state.

”Sigh, I suppose the system is not omnipotent after all” he whispered whilst shrugging his shoulders and looking for human tracks. He wasn't fearful of the night, this was especially so since he possessed the 'night-eye' skill.

Thus, after a few moments of putting his past training to use, he discovered some of their tracks within the grassy plain. The grass was slightly lowered on a certain path and he followed it for around half an hour until he laid his eyes on smoke rising into the air.

It was partially discernible from a distance, however, with his night-eye skill, he could see it more vividly than a normal human, albeit, it wasn't too considerable of a difference. Wilhelm figured that his first skill would be quite weak in comparison to his future abilities, at least, that was how most games worked.

Unfortunately, however, he presumed his class to be somewhat dark, as it buried dead bodies and was more efficient during the night. Alas, this was to be expected when selecting a class termed 'undertaker'. As such, he stopped thinking about such unnecessary thought and continued walking in the direction of the smoke.

He couldn't care less if he was spotted by fellow humans, as he was in dire need of water. Although some of his thirst had been quenched by the lake laced with some sort of flammable material, he hadn't drunk anything in at the very least, twelve hours.

Wilhelm was a trained man with many stats points allocated in certain areas, granting him strength not obtainable by a normal human, however, his bodily needs were still present. In fact, he felt as though his hunger was a much more prominent characteristic as of late.

Thinking to here, he soon arrived just a few dozen meters away from the assortment of fires that he could bear witness to from a distance. The flames stuck out a sore thumb during the night and surely attracted quite a lot of insects and other monsters. He could also faintly see plenty of tents set up in the camp and quite a few men standing guard with large sticks or rocks.

'Were they perhaps sent to the holy land together?' Wilhelm thought to himself after observing the abnormally large number of people in the camp. If they were sent alone, there was no possible way for them to have made a camp of this magnitude in the short amount of time they had been here.

After a few simple deductions, Wilhelm decided to patiently wait outside the camp for a little while longer. He was quite aware of his strange appearance and didn't expect anyone to treat him very kindly.

As Wilhelm was beginning to regret choosing the undertaker class more and more, a few people exited the camp and walked in his relative direction. They were a group of six and possessed somewhat small statures.

Even from a distance, Wilhelm could easily discern they weren't muscular and carried small weapons. Using his night-eye skill, which caused the surroundings to appear green, similar to night-vision on earth, he was capable of deducing that it was a group of three men and three women.

Seeing this, Wilhelm subtly moved his body to the left and walked a few meters to the side. The ground that was blanketed by tall grass and pine leaves camouflaged his figure and the group of six, unbeknownst, passed right by him.

From a closer distance they appeared by from varying Asian countries, and even when walking through the dark, their expressions were devoid of fear. Piqued, Wilhelm quietly followed behind the group of six. He felt that it was quite rare for a human to be so calm in their current circumstance, so he was curious as to what they were up to.

The group of six traveled through the grassy meadow without any blunders or stops. Once they reached the vast and expansive forest, they finally halted their footsteps and started to circle the forest, careful as to not enter it.

They continued like this for another quarter of an hour before stopping dead in their tracks. Surprisingly, they stopped exactly where Wilhelm had buried both the innocent boy and the blonde man he had murdered.