Chapter 40 - Who Is That? (1/2)
*Creaks*
*Bam!*
With the noise of the door behind him closing down, Jeremy walked out of the easy-difficulty door.
'Finally, I'm out...' An emotional thought glittered within his mind.
Having come out of the door, Jeremy thought back to a few minutes ago...
After he had walked into the last passageway, he encountered a door looking similar to the same door he used to enter the labyrinth. He also met with the final deathly trap that aimed to kill any careless person whom felt too overwhelmed after finally finding the exit.
In fact, the trap was just that the door was a 'fake' exit. Well, you might be able to call it an exit, but that must be interpreted with a connotation...
Why, you say?
Because after opening the door, you would be seeing nothing but tens of arrows whizzing towards your entire body, capable of transforming you into a porcupine within a split second.
That's why it could be called an 'exit'...
To be exact, it's indeed an exit, a 'figurative' exit to the afterlife...
Right then, Jeremy walked up to the 'side' of the door, then opened it...
*Whizz* x50
Accompanying with the whizzing sounds from an army of the arrows, Jeremy, who stood to the side of the door, was as safe as he could be.
*Clatter* x50
There came the sounds from arrows hitting the wall...
Then Jeremy went to pick up the arrows at the wall behind him and stored them inside his glove.
Afterward, he walked back to the now opened door and looked at the dark space ahead of him, only to see that it was pitch black like a dark void.
Then a notification suddenly popped up in front of his eyes stating that he had earned another 500 SP for successfully finding the 'true' exit.
With that notification projecting in front of him, he walked into the dark space...
As a result, he had gained more than 5,721 SP from this maze alone. It was considered quite a hefty sum even when compared to his past life; he only got around 1200 or so SP at that time, which was almost six times different.
Shaking his head not to think about those things anymore, Jeremy's eyes started shifting to the sight of the far opposite side of him instead.
At the far back right corner of the chamber, Jeremy saw more than 40 people currently fending off against tens of skeleton soldiers and five little flying imps with a long sharp tail each, acting as their weapons.
For reference, the skeleton soldiers only had white bones derived from an unknown bipedal race connected with one another. With their height around 170 cm, they wore nothing, and there were only long bones in their hands as weapons.
As for the imps, they were a little red-skinned creature of around 80 cm height with two short white horns protruding out of their small forehead altogether with a pair of tiny dark-red wings on their back. They looked just like a mischievous little demon from hell. While they wore only a pair of ragged underpants made from some unknown animal leathers, they had a long, sharp, and solid-looking tail as their weapons penetrating out of their ragged underpants.
Upon spotting that most men and some women were struggling and fighting hard against the outlanders, Jeremy turned his head to the duos Eddie and Mitchell, whom were fighting at the forefront valiantly while giving some orders here and there to the people around them.
Meanwhile, some elderly, children, injured people, and scared people who were either too selfish or unable to fight for their lives were huddling and embracing themselves at the corner in the back. They were hoping that the people in front of them would be able to protect them from harm.
Right now, those fighting people were standing in a crescent-shaped formation, clearly protecting the huddling people inside while trying so hard not to let the outlanders intrude into their range successfully.
Fortunately, there were only around 60 skeleton soldiers and five red imps this time round...
Otherwise, if they ever encountered more powerful or coordinated creatures, such as goblins or wolves, with their clumsy and inexperienced skills in wielding weapons together with their loose and makeshift formation, they'd be long dead by now.
'Everything turns out to be the same. Well, except for my absence, that should have been standing at the second defensive line while shaking in fear...'
Jeremy reminisced about his past life...
At that time, it had also played out like this time of which there were two lines of defense with the outer line being the front line fighting bravely with the monsters, while the second line was acting like substitute soldiers waiting for their turns to replace those tired front-liners.
Of course, Jeremy stood at the second line...
It took him quite a few waves of monsters before he could finally accept the reality and decided to fight with his life on the line at the frontline.
However, not even two waves later, he was backstabbed so badly by his 'supposed' comrade and had faced a near-death situation for the first time in his life.
That time, it was also the first time in his life that his good luck had kicked in, or maybe not luck, but the kindness of a good guy that had helped him out of his sure-death situation...
'Alright, enough distraction. Let me help them out a bit.'
Jeremy thought to himself while walking unhurriedly with a long steel spear in hand towards the place where the fight was taking place.
Step by step, Jeremy intended to return a life-saving favor this time around...
...
At the same moment...
*Thump*
After bashing his shield real hard at a skeleton soldier in front of him, Joshua thought to himself, 'Who is that; is it a human or a new enemy?'
As a result of his sight's angle and direction towards those three doors situated at the far-end wall, Joshua was the first to spot Jeremy's black hooded figure walking out of the door with a long spear in his right hand.
”Bob... Hey, Bob”
”Die bitch, die!!”
Having called out his 'new' friend, Bob, to tell him about his immediate discovery, but it seemed like Bob was busily attacking and defending against the annoying little imp that had kept harassing him ever since the start of this fight.