14 Chapter 14: Hunger
Wilhelm used the rest of his ragged clothes to create some basic underwear, protecting his family jewels from the cold winds. Unfortunately, there were not enough untorn leftovers to create anything else, thus, he simply used them to cover his remaining wounds.
After which, he stretched his body and entered back into the cave where he had come from. The guts and blood from his earlier bout with the Grottenburg stunk and stained the walls. Blood dripped from the roof and ominously fell to the ground, creating a rather strange atmosphere.
Wilhelm didn't pay it much mind and merely scrunched up his nose as he made his way through the cave. His hunger which he had temporarily forgotten in the midst of battle once again struck, rumbling loudly in protest. His thirst had been quenched, however, he was now hungrier than before.
The dark caves seemed to crawl with monsters, and the hurling of wind could be heard periodically. Wilhelm was unable to perceive anything within the dark cave, however, his night-eye ability was able to detect some small movements.
Judging by the sound they created and their nimble way of moving, they were most certainly the same type of creature. Considering the one he had killed earlier was a mere infant, he figured the entire cave was infested with said infants.
Their strength was nothing to scoff at, but Wilhelm was not afraid. He already knew how to deal with the type of monster and didn't hesitate to start sporadically tapping the wall with his sharp knife. The sound of metal clashing together echoed throughout the cave, irritating the group of infants.
They fell from their superior position on top of the ceiling and landed a few meters in front of Wilhelm. Using his hearing abilities, he suspected that there was around three or so. Their numbers were a tad bit too dangerous for Wilhelm to just simply rush in like a mad man.
Thus, he took a few steps back, not forgetting to continuously tap the wall as he retreated back from whence he came. His movements were rather sluggish, letting the group of grottenburgs' slowly encroach upon him. He could hear their mandibles clasp against each other as they closed the distance.
Their acidic saliva dripped from their grotesque mouths and slightly corroded the ground, creating a quiet sizzling sound. They continued like this until Wilhelm finally led them back to where the lake was located, where he could finally see.
The faint moonlight that penetrated into the cave was bright enough to illuminate the disgusting grottenburgs'. Their expressions were full of ferociousness as their strange, pointed ears constantly perked up. They growled in a disgusting fashion, spraying their saliva all over the place.
"My goodness, I didn't think it was possible… but you things are uglier up close than from afar," Wilhelm commented with a frown. Their smell assaulted his nose from where he stood, causing him to nearly throw up the water he had just drunk.
His knife played in his hands as he squatted down, entering into a fighting position. The water behind him seemed to sparkle in delight at the turn of events. The grottenburgs' too, got into position. They flailed their absurd number of limbs in Wilhelm's direction, however, their speed could be considered lackluster at best.
Wilhelm easily maneuvered his body side-side, evading their onslaught of attacks. Since they were no longer in the dark, Wilhelm could dodge their crude attack patterns with ease. This exchange lasted a total of five minutes before the three infants grew tired; their movements started to become sluggish.
Their anger and frustration were through the roof, however, no matter how hard they tried, they could simply not land a hit on Wilhelm. His long, tied up hair swayed within the wind as he dodged elegantly, a few strands of hair being struck every now and then.
He waited until they were extremely tired to strike, piercing one of them in the forehead. Their green blood spurted onto his body, masking his face in a foul liquid. The other two grew even more enraged at their brethren falling, alas, they soon suffered the same fate.
Wilhelm easily struck both of them in the foreheads as well, staining his entire body in their blood. A smile didn't appear on his face until he could hear the melodious notifications. It was the only voice he was looking forward to as of late.
[Grottenburg (infant) x3 has been slain]
[750 experience has been acquired]
[Level: 6, [900/2000 EXP]
Wilhelm nodded his head in satisfaction, however, he knew what had to be done when he glanced at the filthy Grottenburgs'. His affable mood was destroyed at the mere thought of ingesting the disgusting creatures, alas, he didn't have much of a choice.
He stabbed at the coarse ground and created a few sparks, lighting a small piece of cloth on fire. He then transported the fire to one of the beats, lighting it up. Its body and flesh suddenly caught on fire, creating a rather hectic inferno.
Its fur and burnt skin emanated a disgusting stench, however, Wilhelm concluded that burning it to a crip would probably taste better than eating it tender. Once the meat was crispy enough, he doused it in a bit of fire-water and took a bite with tears falling from his eyes.
The unpalatable and foul meat immediately stabbed into his taste-buds, causing his mouth nearly to nearly go numb. Even his starving stomach growled in hatred as the meat went down his throat. He could feel the 'food' come right back up every time he swallowed, however, he reluctantly kept it down.
Food was a necessity, no matter how disgusting it was. He continued to eat the burnt meat for a few minutes, cleaning his mouth with fire-water every now and then. He preferred the burning sensation over the taste.
This strange form of self-torture lasted until his stomach finally stopped growling. Wilhelm felt as though his soul escaped from his body as he fell on to his back, gazing at the moonlight infiltrating into the dungeon.
He sighed. "Ah, why am I so unfathomably unlucky…?" a whisper escaped from his lips as he slowly crawled to his feet. His mouth was still agonizing over the residue taste and his stomach was miraculously rumbling even more than before.
Another sigh escaped from his mouth as he began to dig a few holes for the three grottenburgs'. His regret for choosing the undertaker class reached an all-time high as sweat trickled down his body. Not only was he compelled to bury the remains, but he was forced to smell them as he dug as well.
This continued for a couple of hours. The moonlight drifted away and was replaced by the morning glow. Wilhelms figure that had finally finished digging the three holes was faintly illuminated. Perspiration flowed down his body as he finished burying the three corpses, rubbing his head with his forearm once he was done.
He admired the sight of his three perfect burials with both of his hands placed on his hips, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[3 burial points acquired]
[1350/2000 exp]
Wilhelm nodded his head in content whilst narcissistically admiring his reflection within the water. His appearance was becoming more and more streamlined, like a royal European in the past. He possessed sharper eyes, a pointy chin, swordlike eyebrows, and an aquiline nose.
The only issues were his beard and still slightly aged skin, which could only be solved with time. Wilhelm was too lazy to shave at the moment, as no one he wanted to impress was present. As for his aged skin, it could only be solved by upgrading his vitality
As he thought to here, a rumbling could be heard from the cave behind him. It was ominously similar to the shaking that he heard earlier today, thus, he quickly dived into the lake and hid himself. The quaking grew louder and more frequent as time passed until it abruptly stopped.
Wilhelm couldn't perceive anything from below the water, but he didn't dare rise to the top just yet. Unlike a dungeon, the entire area felt more surreal than that. Like it was a living organism, many different creatures, sources, and other things were present. It was completely different from the dungeons that existed in videogames.
Another minute passed and Wilhelm couldn't hold his breath any longer, as such, he slowly swam to the top. He barely breached the surface of the water with his mouth and inhaled a small gasp of breath.
At the corner of his eye, he could see an entirely different life-form from what he had seen thus far. It was a group of minotaur-esque monsters, their muscles were dense and their tusks were easily two feet long. Large stone weapons were strapped onto their backs and they were busy guzzling water, not at all worried about the human in the water.
Some guts and blood could be seen on a few of the minotaurs. It was green of color and Wilhelm presumed it to be the remains from a few arrogant grottenburgs'. Fortunately, he and the group of minotaurs shared a similar trait, hatred for grotesque monsters, he thought smugly.
However, the more pressing matter was why the minotaurs drank the water so greedily. Their thirst was surely already quenched, yet they remained to drink the water. Perhaps, there was something to be gained? Or was it a coincidence?
A handful of questions were immediately asked by Wilhelm as he once again descended into the lake, an attempt not to be spotted. He once again remained in the depths of the water until the minotaurs finally departed from the lake.
Right as they left, he swam up to the surface and gasped for breath. A stream of curses escaped from his mouth as he redried himself on the ground. His body was once again dripping with water, a common occurrence as of late.
"I need to gain some more strength if I want to leave this dungeon anytime soon…" a self deprecating smile formed on Wilhelms face. It was going to be a rough ride if he wanted to get out of here alive.
After which, he stretched his body and entered back into the cave where he had come from. The guts and blood from his earlier bout with the Grottenburg stunk and stained the walls. Blood dripped from the roof and ominously fell to the ground, creating a rather strange atmosphere.
Wilhelm didn't pay it much mind and merely scrunched up his nose as he made his way through the cave. His hunger which he had temporarily forgotten in the midst of battle once again struck, rumbling loudly in protest. His thirst had been quenched, however, he was now hungrier than before.
The dark caves seemed to crawl with monsters, and the hurling of wind could be heard periodically. Wilhelm was unable to perceive anything within the dark cave, however, his night-eye ability was able to detect some small movements.
Judging by the sound they created and their nimble way of moving, they were most certainly the same type of creature. Considering the one he had killed earlier was a mere infant, he figured the entire cave was infested with said infants.
Their strength was nothing to scoff at, but Wilhelm was not afraid. He already knew how to deal with the type of monster and didn't hesitate to start sporadically tapping the wall with his sharp knife. The sound of metal clashing together echoed throughout the cave, irritating the group of infants.
They fell from their superior position on top of the ceiling and landed a few meters in front of Wilhelm. Using his hearing abilities, he suspected that there was around three or so. Their numbers were a tad bit too dangerous for Wilhelm to just simply rush in like a mad man.
Thus, he took a few steps back, not forgetting to continuously tap the wall as he retreated back from whence he came. His movements were rather sluggish, letting the group of grottenburgs' slowly encroach upon him. He could hear their mandibles clasp against each other as they closed the distance.
Their acidic saliva dripped from their grotesque mouths and slightly corroded the ground, creating a quiet sizzling sound. They continued like this until Wilhelm finally led them back to where the lake was located, where he could finally see.
The faint moonlight that penetrated into the cave was bright enough to illuminate the disgusting grottenburgs'. Their expressions were full of ferociousness as their strange, pointed ears constantly perked up. They growled in a disgusting fashion, spraying their saliva all over the place.
"My goodness, I didn't think it was possible… but you things are uglier up close than from afar," Wilhelm commented with a frown. Their smell assaulted his nose from where he stood, causing him to nearly throw up the water he had just drunk.
His knife played in his hands as he squatted down, entering into a fighting position. The water behind him seemed to sparkle in delight at the turn of events. The grottenburgs' too, got into position. They flailed their absurd number of limbs in Wilhelm's direction, however, their speed could be considered lackluster at best.
Wilhelm easily maneuvered his body side-side, evading their onslaught of attacks. Since they were no longer in the dark, Wilhelm could dodge their crude attack patterns with ease. This exchange lasted a total of five minutes before the three infants grew tired; their movements started to become sluggish.
Their anger and frustration were through the roof, however, no matter how hard they tried, they could simply not land a hit on Wilhelm. His long, tied up hair swayed within the wind as he dodged elegantly, a few strands of hair being struck every now and then.
He waited until they were extremely tired to strike, piercing one of them in the forehead. Their green blood spurted onto his body, masking his face in a foul liquid. The other two grew even more enraged at their brethren falling, alas, they soon suffered the same fate.
Wilhelm easily struck both of them in the foreheads as well, staining his entire body in their blood. A smile didn't appear on his face until he could hear the melodious notifications. It was the only voice he was looking forward to as of late.
[Grottenburg (infant) x3 has been slain]
[750 experience has been acquired]
[Level: 6, [900/2000 EXP]
Wilhelm nodded his head in satisfaction, however, he knew what had to be done when he glanced at the filthy Grottenburgs'. His affable mood was destroyed at the mere thought of ingesting the disgusting creatures, alas, he didn't have much of a choice.
He stabbed at the coarse ground and created a few sparks, lighting a small piece of cloth on fire. He then transported the fire to one of the beats, lighting it up. Its body and flesh suddenly caught on fire, creating a rather hectic inferno.
Its fur and burnt skin emanated a disgusting stench, however, Wilhelm concluded that burning it to a crip would probably taste better than eating it tender. Once the meat was crispy enough, he doused it in a bit of fire-water and took a bite with tears falling from his eyes.
The unpalatable and foul meat immediately stabbed into his taste-buds, causing his mouth nearly to nearly go numb. Even his starving stomach growled in hatred as the meat went down his throat. He could feel the 'food' come right back up every time he swallowed, however, he reluctantly kept it down.
Food was a necessity, no matter how disgusting it was. He continued to eat the burnt meat for a few minutes, cleaning his mouth with fire-water every now and then. He preferred the burning sensation over the taste.
This strange form of self-torture lasted until his stomach finally stopped growling. Wilhelm felt as though his soul escaped from his body as he fell on to his back, gazing at the moonlight infiltrating into the dungeon.
He sighed. "Ah, why am I so unfathomably unlucky…?" a whisper escaped from his lips as he slowly crawled to his feet. His mouth was still agonizing over the residue taste and his stomach was miraculously rumbling even more than before.
Another sigh escaped from his mouth as he began to dig a few holes for the three grottenburgs'. His regret for choosing the undertaker class reached an all-time high as sweat trickled down his body. Not only was he compelled to bury the remains, but he was forced to smell them as he dug as well.
This continued for a couple of hours. The moonlight drifted away and was replaced by the morning glow. Wilhelms figure that had finally finished digging the three holes was faintly illuminated. Perspiration flowed down his body as he finished burying the three corpses, rubbing his head with his forearm once he was done.
He admired the sight of his three perfect burials with both of his hands placed on his hips, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[Grottenburg infant successfully buried, 150 experience has been acquired]
[3 burial points acquired]
[1350/2000 exp]
Wilhelm nodded his head in content whilst narcissistically admiring his reflection within the water. His appearance was becoming more and more streamlined, like a royal European in the past. He possessed sharper eyes, a pointy chin, swordlike eyebrows, and an aquiline nose.
The only issues were his beard and still slightly aged skin, which could only be solved with time. Wilhelm was too lazy to shave at the moment, as no one he wanted to impress was present. As for his aged skin, it could only be solved by upgrading his vitality
As he thought to here, a rumbling could be heard from the cave behind him. It was ominously similar to the shaking that he heard earlier today, thus, he quickly dived into the lake and hid himself. The quaking grew louder and more frequent as time passed until it abruptly stopped.
Wilhelm couldn't perceive anything from below the water, but he didn't dare rise to the top just yet. Unlike a dungeon, the entire area felt more surreal than that. Like it was a living organism, many different creatures, sources, and other things were present. It was completely different from the dungeons that existed in videogames.
Another minute passed and Wilhelm couldn't hold his breath any longer, as such, he slowly swam to the top. He barely breached the surface of the water with his mouth and inhaled a small gasp of breath.
At the corner of his eye, he could see an entirely different life-form from what he had seen thus far. It was a group of minotaur-esque monsters, their muscles were dense and their tusks were easily two feet long. Large stone weapons were strapped onto their backs and they were busy guzzling water, not at all worried about the human in the water.
Some guts and blood could be seen on a few of the minotaurs. It was green of color and Wilhelm presumed it to be the remains from a few arrogant grottenburgs'. Fortunately, he and the group of minotaurs shared a similar trait, hatred for grotesque monsters, he thought smugly.
However, the more pressing matter was why the minotaurs drank the water so greedily. Their thirst was surely already quenched, yet they remained to drink the water. Perhaps, there was something to be gained? Or was it a coincidence?
A handful of questions were immediately asked by Wilhelm as he once again descended into the lake, an attempt not to be spotted. He once again remained in the depths of the water until the minotaurs finally departed from the lake.
Right as they left, he swam up to the surface and gasped for breath. A stream of curses escaped from his mouth as he redried himself on the ground. His body was once again dripping with water, a common occurrence as of late.
"I need to gain some more strength if I want to leave this dungeon anytime soon…" a self deprecating smile formed on Wilhelms face. It was going to be a rough ride if he wanted to get out of here alive.
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