22 Chapter 22: Pirate
Wilhelm stopped dead in his tracks, smiling wryly as he rubbed his empty stomach. His previous excitement had just about disappeared, and he stroked his thick beard whilst contemplating on how to procure more food. Other than the grottenburgs' and ants, there were no other edible species that resided inside of the dungeon. At the very least, no other animals that Wilhelm had yet discovered.
After deliberating for a few minutes, Wilhelm reluctantly decided to go and hunt a few ants. Unlike the grottenburgs' they weren't arduous to kill, nor were they repugnant. The main issue was flavor; Wilhelm couldn't even imagine anything tasting worse than what he had eaten that day—it still haunts him at night.
With this in mind, he used a small piece of string to attach the silver dagger to his loincloth, letting it suspend to the left side of his leg. He stashed his other rugged and cracked dagger to the right of his leg, in case of an emergency. If a dire situation arose, then he wouldn't mind using the rusted knife as a throwing device.
He then ambled toward the place where he had killed the squadron of ants in the past. If they were anything like the insects back on earth, then they surely gave off a signal when they died. On the other hand, it was also possible that they were similar to piss-ants, formulating a trail every time they moved a long distance.
Wilhelm was in no rush, so he amply prepared himself for the battle. He was still tired from fighting the group of skeletons, so he was in no position to fight a hard-won battle. In fact, he was much more inclined to assassinate a deserted ant and drag its body back to the lake before more arrived.
If everything went according to plan, then he would be able to make it back to his encampment before nightfall. If things went south, an innumerable amount of bad things could happen—the worst case scenario being death.
Thinking to here, his brows creased. What was the point of the dungeon? From everything he's done so far, it was almost as if it was tempering him. Not to mention the RPG-like system, what was the goal of the fairy? Such thoughts troubled Wilhelm as he trodded along the cavern.
…
While Wilhelm was trapped inside of the dungeon, Anna, among other humans, started to rebuild civilization the best they could. Those who unlocked stronger classes, or even secret classes, reigned at the top, while the others used their bodies or hunted for food as payment for protection. A hierarchy was formed, and many humans banded together to fend off the huge threats in the Holy Land.
In contrast to earth, where money reigned supreme, strength was the sole ruler in the Holy Land. It garnered the envy, fear, and even respect of others, establishing some form of order. Granted, there were also those that abused their power, killing other humans for experience, or forcing the weaker men to be meat shields.
Even so, many of the humans who usually followed laws and regulations were not used to unbridled freedom. These people were referred to as "adventures," they ventured out of the walls and hunted beasts, leveling up and becoming much more powerful than those who hid behind the barricades.
Many of them died on their endeavors, but the ones who came back were stronger than ever. Whether they achieved a secret class, or just leveled up, most of them had gain power incomprehensible to an average man or woman.
Strongholds were being built all over the place, offering protection to the weak, and supplies to the strong. Some monsters were too powerful to take down, and some were friendly—more knowledge about the world was slowly spreading.
They had only arrived for a short amount of time, but humans were adaptable. They slowly adjusted to the new environment and made do without what they had. Unable to defeat the stronger monsters, they lived in the forests and savannahs, filled with oversized rabbits, golden monkeys, and goblins.
Different terrain plagued the vast majority of the inhabitants, causing them to fear the unknown, where things like gryphons, minotaurs, and broodmothers existed. Not until they gained enough strength would they be comfortable enough to venture out deeper into the Holy Land.
...
In the forest, a beautiful woman with long, black hair cascading down like a coursing river, stood. Wooden stakes surrounded a small encampment, filled with pitched tents and men carrying spears, clubs, and even swords.
Anna was observing the workers who were building cabins and workshops down below, preparing for the inevitable battles. Teams of hunters were out hunting, providing the group of people with food and the necessary tools for advancement.
She was unaware if Wilhelm was still alive, but for some reason, she was extremely intrigued by the man who she briefly talked to. She was someone who had droves of men lining up before her, kneeling to kiss her toes, yet she was still unsure of how to approach Wilhelm.
With a turn of her shoulder, she walked back into her personal tent. Five men and women stood there at attention, ready to protect her at any moments notice. Their personalities seemed to be non-existent, and not a single sound escaped from their lips.
They surrounded Anna's throne-like chair without a change in expression, merely standing there, like trophies.
…
Towards the eastern side of the Holy Land, a marsh, full of mist and steam dwelled. All sorts of strange creatures ran amuck, but a particular civilization was more noteworthy than the others. Thick walls made out rock, and even torches were present, protecting the humans inside.
They were a group of pale people. Thick beards extending from their chin, and they possessed rough facial features. Scars ran down their shirtless bodies, threatening all living beings and showcasing their rich battle experience.
In the middle of the campsite, a sturdy man sat on top of a rug; his beard was a foot longer than the others, and he was busy eating a rabbit leg. He adorned strange jewelry on his fingers that glistened brightly within the mist. A black eye-patch covered his right eye, and the rest of the inhabitants seemed to hold this man to high regard.
A chuckle escaped from his thick lips, "bring me more things to plunder… my greed has yet to be satiated."
After deliberating for a few minutes, Wilhelm reluctantly decided to go and hunt a few ants. Unlike the grottenburgs' they weren't arduous to kill, nor were they repugnant. The main issue was flavor; Wilhelm couldn't even imagine anything tasting worse than what he had eaten that day—it still haunts him at night.
With this in mind, he used a small piece of string to attach the silver dagger to his loincloth, letting it suspend to the left side of his leg. He stashed his other rugged and cracked dagger to the right of his leg, in case of an emergency. If a dire situation arose, then he wouldn't mind using the rusted knife as a throwing device.
He then ambled toward the place where he had killed the squadron of ants in the past. If they were anything like the insects back on earth, then they surely gave off a signal when they died. On the other hand, it was also possible that they were similar to piss-ants, formulating a trail every time they moved a long distance.
Wilhelm was in no rush, so he amply prepared himself for the battle. He was still tired from fighting the group of skeletons, so he was in no position to fight a hard-won battle. In fact, he was much more inclined to assassinate a deserted ant and drag its body back to the lake before more arrived.
If everything went according to plan, then he would be able to make it back to his encampment before nightfall. If things went south, an innumerable amount of bad things could happen—the worst case scenario being death.
Thinking to here, his brows creased. What was the point of the dungeon? From everything he's done so far, it was almost as if it was tempering him. Not to mention the RPG-like system, what was the goal of the fairy? Such thoughts troubled Wilhelm as he trodded along the cavern.
…
While Wilhelm was trapped inside of the dungeon, Anna, among other humans, started to rebuild civilization the best they could. Those who unlocked stronger classes, or even secret classes, reigned at the top, while the others used their bodies or hunted for food as payment for protection. A hierarchy was formed, and many humans banded together to fend off the huge threats in the Holy Land.
In contrast to earth, where money reigned supreme, strength was the sole ruler in the Holy Land. It garnered the envy, fear, and even respect of others, establishing some form of order. Granted, there were also those that abused their power, killing other humans for experience, or forcing the weaker men to be meat shields.
Even so, many of the humans who usually followed laws and regulations were not used to unbridled freedom. These people were referred to as "adventures," they ventured out of the walls and hunted beasts, leveling up and becoming much more powerful than those who hid behind the barricades.
Many of them died on their endeavors, but the ones who came back were stronger than ever. Whether they achieved a secret class, or just leveled up, most of them had gain power incomprehensible to an average man or woman.
Strongholds were being built all over the place, offering protection to the weak, and supplies to the strong. Some monsters were too powerful to take down, and some were friendly—more knowledge about the world was slowly spreading.
They had only arrived for a short amount of time, but humans were adaptable. They slowly adjusted to the new environment and made do without what they had. Unable to defeat the stronger monsters, they lived in the forests and savannahs, filled with oversized rabbits, golden monkeys, and goblins.
Different terrain plagued the vast majority of the inhabitants, causing them to fear the unknown, where things like gryphons, minotaurs, and broodmothers existed. Not until they gained enough strength would they be comfortable enough to venture out deeper into the Holy Land.
...
In the forest, a beautiful woman with long, black hair cascading down like a coursing river, stood. Wooden stakes surrounded a small encampment, filled with pitched tents and men carrying spears, clubs, and even swords.
Anna was observing the workers who were building cabins and workshops down below, preparing for the inevitable battles. Teams of hunters were out hunting, providing the group of people with food and the necessary tools for advancement.
She was unaware if Wilhelm was still alive, but for some reason, she was extremely intrigued by the man who she briefly talked to. She was someone who had droves of men lining up before her, kneeling to kiss her toes, yet she was still unsure of how to approach Wilhelm.
With a turn of her shoulder, she walked back into her personal tent. Five men and women stood there at attention, ready to protect her at any moments notice. Their personalities seemed to be non-existent, and not a single sound escaped from their lips.
They surrounded Anna's throne-like chair without a change in expression, merely standing there, like trophies.
…
Towards the eastern side of the Holy Land, a marsh, full of mist and steam dwelled. All sorts of strange creatures ran amuck, but a particular civilization was more noteworthy than the others. Thick walls made out rock, and even torches were present, protecting the humans inside.
They were a group of pale people. Thick beards extending from their chin, and they possessed rough facial features. Scars ran down their shirtless bodies, threatening all living beings and showcasing their rich battle experience.
In the middle of the campsite, a sturdy man sat on top of a rug; his beard was a foot longer than the others, and he was busy eating a rabbit leg. He adorned strange jewelry on his fingers that glistened brightly within the mist. A black eye-patch covered his right eye, and the rest of the inhabitants seemed to hold this man to high regard.
A chuckle escaped from his thick lips, "bring me more things to plunder… my greed has yet to be satiated."
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