111 What Am I Doing? (1/2)
In the spacious Main Hall, candlelights that were lit up by Mana were hung from the rough walls.
Stretched shadows formed on walls that were constructed from rocks. Rowdy chattering voices mixed together to form intelligible noises like a group of flies buzzing around.
Mana simulated candle lights lit up a Skeleton with a gray cloak. The shadowed skull was a classic textbook illustration.
As the camera edged closer to the eye sockets, one could feel a strange emotion…
”Is the Skeleton crying?”
A Goblin, TarotTraitor, whose height was at the Skeleton's thigh, asked a nearby Goblin who was wearing armor and wielding a Short Sword.
The Goblin, Peasant, looked at TarotTraitor and said, ”Novice, your silly behavior has attracted my attention, but there's a long queue behind you. Do you want to die?”
The Goblins in the queue looked and shouted out loud.
”Make haste, make haste!”
”Make haste and die! Don't take your sweet time to die! I'm thinking of taking pictures with Blacksmith Simba!”
”What pictures? The veterans said the Blacksmith Shop wasn't one of the items in the introduction tour. Don't you intend to improve your equipment in the future?”
TarotTraitor quickly said, ”Die, die, die, quick, quick, quick.”
”Adjust your pain threshold to zero, otherwise, don't blame me for the pain.”
After Peasant finished speaking, he stabbed his sword at TarotTraitor.
TarotTraitor didn't struggle. He merely moaned for a few seconds before he fell to the ground dead.
”Brainiac, please help to revive him,” Peasant said to the Skeleton.
Brainiac lifted his hand, and Mana filled TarotTraitor's body. The fatal wound on his back was healed.
Within a few seconds, TarotTraitor climbed up swiftly. He looked dazed at the pool of blood on the ground. Before he had a chance to speak, the Goblins behind shouted some more.
”Gosh, this Revival Mechanism is very cool!”
”How did the game pass the censorship screening?”
”I can't see from the back. What's the situation?”
”Don't be impatient. It'll be your turn to die soon.”
The buzzing sound of the chatting gamers became louder in the room.
Brainiac turned his head and looked at his grave. Two Goblins were using their hands to dig at his tomb.
A Goblin was using all his might to bite his locked chest.
A few Goblins were examining the rock walls as though they were searching for something.
The Goblins were wandering around inside the house. Together with a queue of Goblins waiting to die, it presented a strange scene.
”Brainiac, please help to revive him,” Peasant shouted once again.
Brainiac lifted his hand while his listless eye sockets gazed at a faraway place.
He took out his journal silently and wrote:
”40: All behavioral and mental research and conclusions are invalidated.