23 Chapter 23: Spectral Dagger
Inside of the dungeon, Wilhelm gradually made his way back to the sparkling blue lake. He washed off the sludge that tainted his blemishless skin and brushed his straight hair. The small cuts on his body had already healed, and he was in perfect physical condition. Nonetheless, the mental strain was still inconceivably rough—fighting for a few days without rest was not an easy task.
Once his body could be considered somewhat clean, he stretched his limbs and walked out of the narrow cave, heading for the ant colony. He slicked his long hair behind his moderately pointy ears, causing droplets of water to fall in the process.
His eyes were squinted as he clenched the silver dagger in the palm of his hands, treading along the dungeon with caution. It was about time for him to start getting serious about leaving the dungeon; staying cooped up in the darkness was less than desirable. His level had drastically risen, giving him more confidence to ascend the upper floors.
With this in mind, he soon arrived near the ant colony. Using his night-eye skill, he followed a few tracks that moved westward, through a relatively small cavern. The rocks and grooves were uneven, forcing him to move on all fours. Furthermore, the absence of light would typically result in fear, but Wilhelm had long grown used to the murk.
It took him a few minutes of continuously climbing and running until he could finally hear the sound of dirt and rocks being moved. Straight ahead, a small group of worker ants were busy digging tunnels. They used their thick mandibles to transport stones and dig deeper into the cave, baffling Wilhelm.
The dungeon seemed to be alive as if it were some kind of animal kingdom. He was unsure if the ants could possibly break free from repeated digging, or if there was some kind of barrier like the entrance he had entered from. Either way, it was something worth investigating, especially if he wanted to escape.
However, most of his troublesome thoughts were blown away by his empty stomach. Even the gross looking ants started to look delicious in his eyes. He tightly clasped his silver dagger, reaching for the rusted knife with his left hand at the same time.
The group of five or so ants were very unsuspecting, none of them anticipated a small knife to penetrate their compatriots behind. Immediately, a rusted dagger was embedded into one of the ants acid sacks, causing it to writhe on the ground.
Wilhelm didn't waste much time and rushed forward, albeit, the small cavern wasn't spacious enough for much movement. The other ants could hardly react before Wilhelm already reached them, slashing down with his weapon. The silver dagger gleamed within the darkness, temporarily impairing their sight.
Slash! The first ant was cut in the neck, causing a stream of blood to splash onto Wilhelm's face. His expression didn't contort in the slightest as he used his other hand to subtly grab the rusted dagger, twirling around and kicking another of the charging ants in the same motion.
Using his masterful hands' skill, the blades seemed to dance as the ants fell one after another. Perfect sense of control, precision, and lethality caused Wilhelm to become a master of efficient killing. Blood flowed on the ground, reflecting Wilhelm's extremely cold face.
The more he fought, the more his skills from the past awoke. Alongside his masterful hands' skill and the training he did in the past, there were not many things that could compare to him when it came to fighting technique. In fact, the only thing that previously held him back was rust and age. Alas, muscle memory was a wondrous thing.
[150 experience has been acquired for killing a worker ant! x5]
After contemplating for a few moments before gazing down at the lifeless bodies below. He used their flexible limbs and tied them together, forming a strange line of ant carcasses. Once that was complete, he dragged them back to his makeshift residence. To him, it didn't matter if other ants followed the trail of blood; he would gladly welcome more experience.
The main issue was the weight of the ants. Even with his current level of strength, the massive bodies were quite hefty. His muscles were forced into second gear as he clenched his teeth, dragging the ants across the stone ground. Not only would he have to cook them, but he still had to bury the corpses before rest was an option.
'This world is just as unfair and damnable as the last…' He inwardly lamented as sweat started to fall from his body. Even his hands began to bleed from pulling the excess weight, causing small droplets of scarlet blood to fall from them.
Like this, he managed to make it back to the lake after some time. His body collapsed due to exhaustion, and he just left the ants at the side. He gasped for breath whilst on the ground, taking a short break before cooking his food.
There was no real need to rush. He had no dates to catch. Instead, he rested for ten minutes before finally standing up to his feet. He gazed upon the gnarly looking ants with a wry smile, using the sparks from his dagger to catch them on fire. Unlike ordinary food, Wilhelm assumed the ants to taste much better when burnt, less flavor.
He watched as the carcasses were set aflame, their exoskeletons cracking within the blaze. He didn't douse the flaming ants until their skin was pitch black, perfect for eating. A tear fell from his right eye as he bit into one of the ants, spiced up with flame-water. Even with the best spice in the world, hunger, it still tasted disgusting.
He pushed himself to finish at least half of the ant before running toward the lake, guzzling some of the water. He'd prefer his mouth become burnt than to be capable of taste; the water streamed down his neck and once again caused him to painfully roll on the ground.
The dungeon was practically torture. No amount of consolation could ever make him forget the hellish time he spent in the cave. It wasn't until the surroundings grew quiet that he begrudgingly stood up from the ground. Instead of burying all of the corpses at this moment, he would save them for later. Stockpiling food was very essential, especially since hunting wouldn't always be an option.
He dusted his legs off and stretched his limbs. Upon some brief deliberation, he decided that he would test a few of his theories before going to bed. Since the tutorial was practically useless, it was up to the humans to figure out and understand the features of the system. Whether it showed all kinds of skills, or if you had to moderate well-versed at them.
Thinking to here, he wielded both of his daggers and started to practice using the drills he had learned in the past. With his past training, there should be no reason why a dagger-like skill had not yet popped up. Not to mention his other skills, such as survival, cooking, and even interrogation.
This short training continued for around thirty minutes until results actually showed themselves. His body felt a tad bit lighter, and a refreshing feeling assailed him. It wasn't till the robotic voice inside of his head rang out, that he stopped moving.
[Dagger Mastery (level 1) has been achieved]
[User will move 15% faster with daggers weilded]
[Due to the special characteristic of the "undertaker" class, the "dagger mastery" skill has been renamed to "spectral dagger." All effects will be doubled]
A small chuckle escaped from his lips, "the undertaker class… it isn't useless after all!"
Once his body could be considered somewhat clean, he stretched his limbs and walked out of the narrow cave, heading for the ant colony. He slicked his long hair behind his moderately pointy ears, causing droplets of water to fall in the process.
His eyes were squinted as he clenched the silver dagger in the palm of his hands, treading along the dungeon with caution. It was about time for him to start getting serious about leaving the dungeon; staying cooped up in the darkness was less than desirable. His level had drastically risen, giving him more confidence to ascend the upper floors.
With this in mind, he soon arrived near the ant colony. Using his night-eye skill, he followed a few tracks that moved westward, through a relatively small cavern. The rocks and grooves were uneven, forcing him to move on all fours. Furthermore, the absence of light would typically result in fear, but Wilhelm had long grown used to the murk.
It took him a few minutes of continuously climbing and running until he could finally hear the sound of dirt and rocks being moved. Straight ahead, a small group of worker ants were busy digging tunnels. They used their thick mandibles to transport stones and dig deeper into the cave, baffling Wilhelm.
The dungeon seemed to be alive as if it were some kind of animal kingdom. He was unsure if the ants could possibly break free from repeated digging, or if there was some kind of barrier like the entrance he had entered from. Either way, it was something worth investigating, especially if he wanted to escape.
However, most of his troublesome thoughts were blown away by his empty stomach. Even the gross looking ants started to look delicious in his eyes. He tightly clasped his silver dagger, reaching for the rusted knife with his left hand at the same time.
The group of five or so ants were very unsuspecting, none of them anticipated a small knife to penetrate their compatriots behind. Immediately, a rusted dagger was embedded into one of the ants acid sacks, causing it to writhe on the ground.
Wilhelm didn't waste much time and rushed forward, albeit, the small cavern wasn't spacious enough for much movement. The other ants could hardly react before Wilhelm already reached them, slashing down with his weapon. The silver dagger gleamed within the darkness, temporarily impairing their sight.
Slash! The first ant was cut in the neck, causing a stream of blood to splash onto Wilhelm's face. His expression didn't contort in the slightest as he used his other hand to subtly grab the rusted dagger, twirling around and kicking another of the charging ants in the same motion.
Using his masterful hands' skill, the blades seemed to dance as the ants fell one after another. Perfect sense of control, precision, and lethality caused Wilhelm to become a master of efficient killing. Blood flowed on the ground, reflecting Wilhelm's extremely cold face.
The more he fought, the more his skills from the past awoke. Alongside his masterful hands' skill and the training he did in the past, there were not many things that could compare to him when it came to fighting technique. In fact, the only thing that previously held him back was rust and age. Alas, muscle memory was a wondrous thing.
[150 experience has been acquired for killing a worker ant! x5]
After contemplating for a few moments before gazing down at the lifeless bodies below. He used their flexible limbs and tied them together, forming a strange line of ant carcasses. Once that was complete, he dragged them back to his makeshift residence. To him, it didn't matter if other ants followed the trail of blood; he would gladly welcome more experience.
The main issue was the weight of the ants. Even with his current level of strength, the massive bodies were quite hefty. His muscles were forced into second gear as he clenched his teeth, dragging the ants across the stone ground. Not only would he have to cook them, but he still had to bury the corpses before rest was an option.
'This world is just as unfair and damnable as the last…' He inwardly lamented as sweat started to fall from his body. Even his hands began to bleed from pulling the excess weight, causing small droplets of scarlet blood to fall from them.
Like this, he managed to make it back to the lake after some time. His body collapsed due to exhaustion, and he just left the ants at the side. He gasped for breath whilst on the ground, taking a short break before cooking his food.
There was no real need to rush. He had no dates to catch. Instead, he rested for ten minutes before finally standing up to his feet. He gazed upon the gnarly looking ants with a wry smile, using the sparks from his dagger to catch them on fire. Unlike ordinary food, Wilhelm assumed the ants to taste much better when burnt, less flavor.
He watched as the carcasses were set aflame, their exoskeletons cracking within the blaze. He didn't douse the flaming ants until their skin was pitch black, perfect for eating. A tear fell from his right eye as he bit into one of the ants, spiced up with flame-water. Even with the best spice in the world, hunger, it still tasted disgusting.
He pushed himself to finish at least half of the ant before running toward the lake, guzzling some of the water. He'd prefer his mouth become burnt than to be capable of taste; the water streamed down his neck and once again caused him to painfully roll on the ground.
The dungeon was practically torture. No amount of consolation could ever make him forget the hellish time he spent in the cave. It wasn't until the surroundings grew quiet that he begrudgingly stood up from the ground. Instead of burying all of the corpses at this moment, he would save them for later. Stockpiling food was very essential, especially since hunting wouldn't always be an option.
He dusted his legs off and stretched his limbs. Upon some brief deliberation, he decided that he would test a few of his theories before going to bed. Since the tutorial was practically useless, it was up to the humans to figure out and understand the features of the system. Whether it showed all kinds of skills, or if you had to moderate well-versed at them.
Thinking to here, he wielded both of his daggers and started to practice using the drills he had learned in the past. With his past training, there should be no reason why a dagger-like skill had not yet popped up. Not to mention his other skills, such as survival, cooking, and even interrogation.
This short training continued for around thirty minutes until results actually showed themselves. His body felt a tad bit lighter, and a refreshing feeling assailed him. It wasn't till the robotic voice inside of his head rang out, that he stopped moving.
[Dagger Mastery (level 1) has been achieved]
[User will move 15% faster with daggers weilded]
[Due to the special characteristic of the "undertaker" class, the "dagger mastery" skill has been renamed to "spectral dagger." All effects will be doubled]
A small chuckle escaped from his lips, "the undertaker class… it isn't useless after all!"
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