6 Episode Six: Seafs "Skills" (1/2)

I woke up.

Blurry. My head turns clammy. Trying to breathe, I realized I was getting something bitten in my mouth. Monkeys or something. Breathe through my nose, throw up loud, and I saw the situation a little.

In the dungeon. My hands and feet are tied and I'm rolling over to bed. In front of me are the backs of two self-proclaimed ”warriors” and the appearance of a ”and” prine on their shoulders -.

”Mm-hmm!!

I uttered my voice as much as I wanted, but I was speechless because of the monkey grubbing.

The big one, the man with the prine aside, noticed me. Don't hesitate to come near me and laugh spirally.

”That's where the monsters eat you, brother”

The smaller one thumbs up the prine and laughs.

He said, ”We'll replace him with gold.”

- Switch to gold? No way are you gonna sell it to a slave trader!?

”Mmmmmmmm!!

It crawls like a taro worm, but my legs are tied to something and I can't get any closer.

”Ha ha! How dare you frame us earlier, shithead!

Gah! And he kicks me in the face, and a spark scatters in front of me.

”I had a hard time getting out of this! But what I could get was a bee on the crying side.”

”You step on it or kick it, right?

- It's a feat of injury, you idiots!

”Mmmmmmmmmm!!

”Hey, let's go. This deep floor, we're in danger.”

”Not at all. Why is the rendezvous somewhere in the dungeon...”

Yeah, I fucked him, and the two men, big and small, took the prine with them.

It melted in the dark and I don't even know which way it went. The footsteps echo too and I can't grasp the direction.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Remember what Mr. Diego said!

I don't know where or who those guys trade with, but it's the last time they use 'metastasis crystals'. Even if it's set to 'The Dungeon's Entrance' with the Alliance paying for it, you can fly anywhere you go if you mess with it a little bit, that crystal.

Still, if I follow the magic, they will chase me, but I can't read the magic and I can't chase it off without being a magician.

The slave trader who took the prine must escape somewhere far with the 'metastasis crystal'. Then I can't look anymore. Prine will live as a slave in some country for the rest of his life!

”Cancer! Cancer!”

I can't believe not only Mary, but even Prine could take it away in front of me and get rid of one more important person...

- Absolutely not!

”Mm-hmm!

Pumpkin, dust, buckthorn.

Something that was connected to my leg broke and rolled with momentum.

- Cut!?

Yeah, chill out, I'm sheaf. Whether I'm more shoddy than I've ever heard of my skills, or level one, I'm sheaf. I can't believe the restraints put in place by such a bunch of people.

Too much. Too much.

I cleaved the rope that had my hands tied with a knife that I had put in my sleeve. As long as you're free with both hands, it belongs to us. Take the monkey grub, cut the rope on both legs, and stand up.

- Prine!

Step out of the confined space,

”.................. Huh!

And stiff.

White fog covering your sight. What looks faint is a temple-like interior. Everything is different from the first layer. The composition of the dungeon, the difficulty, - the pressure.

It is the overwhelming anxiety ”...” that spreads in front of you. Without a map, I wouldn't even know the way, my instinctive fear of the unknown.

If you step out of here, you happen to be 'drunk by a dungeon'. I felt that way.

”Shh..., hah...”

Breathe in, puke.

The exhaled breath smells white and assimilates to fog. The breath exhaled from his body dissolves and assimilates with the mist of the dungeon. Yes, I think so. Be assimilated. Be assimilated to dungeons. This guy - I'm not scared. Don't be afraid.

”Shh..., hah...”