13 Chapter 13: Stuck (2/2)
He continued swimming down for around 20 seconds until he laid his eyes upon some sort of coffin. The lake wasn't very deep at all, and its temperature seemed to rise as he got closer to the casket. It was the complete opposite of the other lake he had stumbled across prior.
Unfortunately, he couldn't inspect the coffin for much longer until he was forced to rise up to the surface for air. His wet hair shifted in the water as he quickly scrubbed his body and face, ridding himself of the excess dirt that stained his body.
Once he was finished cleaning himself, he stepped out of the lake and took off his ragged clothes. They were riddled with holes, scratches, and other uncleansable filth. He let them dry by the edge of the lake and then proceeded to tie his hair into a pony-tail.
His green eyes glimmered faintly as droplets of water fell from his well-defined body. His family jewels swayed within the wind as he slightly moved his body. Wilhelm didn't feel a single bit of shame as his mighty root showcased itself.
The chilly winds disturbed him ever so slightly, he ignored it. After his hair was tied in a rather simplistic knot, he sat down cross-legged. He stroked his scraggly beard as he looked over his stats and skills.
The gun-proficiency skill was practically useless and even the night-eye skill was also underwhelming. The undertaker class could be considered anything but extraordinary and Wilhelm could only heave a deep sigh of disappointment. He slowly started to regret choosing the secret class merely because it said ”secret”.
”Welp, I'm in a damn pickle now, ain't I” he whispered jestfully and once again stood up from the ground. He executed a few rough calculations and realized his chance of survival was simply non-existent. The likelihood of him making it out of the dungeon were too damn low, not to mention the fact that even if he did, how long would it take?
A year? Two years? Three years? Such thoughts troubled him as he stroked his beard. The only chance he had at survival was hiding from the strong monsters and hunting the weak ones. He needed to assassinate and slowly cultivate more power. An advanced class would be wonderful, as long as it gave him new abilities.
The fire within his heart rekindled as he sought to hunt a few monsters. Every man desired to gain strength, especially when it came to games. A weird and elegant chuckled escaped from his mouth as he tugged on the corners of his lips. ”Its time to become a real Undertaker… hehe”
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At another part of the holy land, Anna was currently questioning her underlings. The kneeled in front of her and practically licked her toes as they nodded fearfully. Anna carried an unpleasant expression as she heard their words.
”You mean to tell me that he joined the goblins?” Anna asked, ”that army of hideous green monsters let him join, just because he killed one of their members…?”
As she spoke to here, she started nibbling on her finger-nails. A fire raged on within her eyes as she kicked one of the underlings in front of her to the side. ”I want him... ” she paused, ”find his whereabouts and start constructing an actual village, humans need to regain their rightful spot on top!” she ordered and walked away with a flip of her dress.
She hugged her body with both of her hands as a crazy smile formed on her lips, ”ah, I can't wait to taste you…” she whispered with a lick of her lips.
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In other parts of the holy land, humans slowly started to reach a similar consensus. ”We need to rebuild”. Henceforth, humans started to slowly band together and create some form of civility. Some of the smarter humans even discovered strange functions within their interface. Creating things such as guilds, parties, and even sub-classes.
Tragically, however, all of this could not be observed by Wilhelm. As he was currently stuck inside of a pitch-black dungeon crawling with strange monsters. No other human had yet to even stumble across a dungeon, consequently, Wilhelm was a certain kind of ill-fated.