Is it wrong for a reincarnation to be in the dungeon?

4.2 Morals

A/N: This one is relatively short. Also, I've decided, that the main character will be male. Now I just need a name.

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The dungeons were abnormally quiet. Only the appearance of War shadows.

They didn't pose as big troubles. Even without the magic skill, my current stats were more than enough to take on a few.

"Did ya get all the loot?"

"Yep, look at this stuff, you'd never expect that lousy supporter to have this much! Even a magic weapon. We hit the jackpot!"

Looks like I took the correct path here.

"How much do you think she's got in that little treasure cave of 'ers?"

"Who knows. But I'm sure this is more than enough to let us live like kings for a while! What a stupid girl she was."

"I wouldn't say you're any smarter though."

"Who the hell are you kid? Move outta the way before I beat you into meat mush!"

The people here were born and raised in such an environment. With views so different from how I was raised.

I remember an old phrase, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'

But my guilty conscience will not accept it. It will not accept me doing the same as these people do.

And that's also why I won't accept what these people do either. Because it's a part of my rules and morals.

Even if I currently exist in a different world with a different set of values, I don't intend on following theirs, not if I can help it.

I'm no hero, nor do I want to be one. That's the main character's job.

But I want to keep these basic morals from my old world for myself, to remind myself, that I was also once a homo sapien. To remind me of the memories back on Earth. To remind myself that the things precious to me, couldn't be so easily changed, and should not be.

"Hey, isn't that the one they call broken spearhead nowadays? That annoying brat who would cry 'cause there was a dent in their weapon?"

"Hoh, you're right. I thought he looked familiar. Puhaha"

Rumors are the worst things to exist.

"So? What the hell is a crybaby like you doing here? MOVE OUTTA MY WAY ALREADY."

I have successfully angered a grown man. Despite I never did anything except standstill.

Corruption.

"What are you waiting for kid!? I thought I told you to"

The blade ran through his head. One down. By luck.

Even if he somehow survived that with crazy skills, corruption will surely end him.

"You!"

Not a moment of hesitation, as expected of veteran adventurers. Their weapons were already pointing at me, ready to strike.

"Put down your weapon kid! If I have this reported to the guild your adventuring career will be over!"

"That's not something I'd like to hear from you."

Two blades fall on me, missing me by a hair's breadth. But a second attack made of flames shoots immediately after.

They used the magic weapon. 

A swift duck, running all around the place from those monsters to raise the agility stat was totally worth it.

corruption

This time I throw the spear. The fire blast had created enough of a cover. I can hear the clash of metal. By the time the cover was gone, what met my eyes wasn't the spear running through the enemy's skull as I had expected. Instead, the blade stabbed into his arm.

Quickly, the man with raccoon ears pulled it out. But that wasn't the end of it.

His body twitched in pain, his mouth spewed blood. His companion watched in an expression of overwhelming fear, and so did I.

No one told me this is how the skill would work on normal humanoid beings! All I've tried it out on were monsters, and most of them just chased me in rage till their bodies disappeared into ashes and purple stones!

But there was no opportunity like the one at hand. If I don't get rid of the last one, it would be as he said, if someone reports everything to the guild, even if they come clean at the same time, my adventuring career would be over as well.

Corruption

"Hey wait! Wait! wait! WAIT! PLEASE!"

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I have just killed three grown men by my own hands, any after thoughts, me?

I feel like a hypocrite.

My gloved hands dig through their belongings. Not just the magic weapon, there was also the gnome key and many other things that can prove useful to me.

I mean, just before all that, I was still going on to myself about morals ya know?

I've just killed them, doesn't that make me practically the same?

I don't see the big problem here. It was a three-on-one. How else could I have achieved my goal?

[In other words, you had never planned on resolving the issue peacefully in the first place, did you?]

...

[All that talk about morals. They were to comfort yourself, wasn't that it? To say, 'I had good intentions, life forced me, that's all' Am I wrong?]

... You're wrong

[Because in the first place, you were nothing but a moral-less scoundrel. Just like those men, no?]

My hands stop their work. The silver letters had robbed me of my words.

[In the end, you are no better than a selfish, self-justifying brat who uses whatever he can to make himself feel superior.]

...

[But to be truthful, it's not like I hate that part of you.]

"...I see. Thanks."

- end of chapter 4, part 2 -