Aias: from a world of kaijus to a world of fantasy and magic

Chapter 98

I continue to pant uncontrollably for a good while. How long has it been since I had to run like that? Remembering the time I fought the direwolf, it had been a while.

Other than the thought on my mind, being what the hell is with this dungeon, another thought came up, I'm... lost, aren't I? Damn...

Regaining my stamina for a bit, I stood back up unsteadily and examined the room I was in.

There were two passageways that connected to this room, one behind me, where I came from, and another to my right.

I might not be able to come back to Clare by the end of the day because I'm completely lost in this trap-ridden dungeon.

Rubbing my cheek that was stinging a bit and bleeding, I took out a health potion to splash a couple of drops on it. Then I checked over my body for any other injuries I might not have noticed, in which I saw I suffered some cuts and scratches.

I poured a bit of my health potions on my injuries, just enough for them to heal. I then took out a general-use antidote potion. I don't really feel like I got poisoned or something like that, but given the traps, I'm not taking the chance that some of them were. Grimacing as I drank roughly a quarter of it because it tasted nasty, I saved the rest for when I was actually poisoned, since I only brought two antidote potions with me.

After doing all that and resting for a couple of minutes, I stepped out of the room using my sheath as a pointing stick to trigger any traps ahead.

I don't really know how I set off the chain of traps that led to a boulder trying to run me over, but I call BS on that because that is just unfair.

After getting your guard down from the relatively easy section, only to be immediately hit by a series of death traps at the start of the next section, is just not fair.

Is this what Athrun meant by dangerous? I guess so. I internally cursed at him for dragging me into this.

Coming up to the turn that took me toward the safe area, the thought of how I was going to remember where I was going came up because I only remember the last few turns I made, as I was running for my life from that boulder.

Pausing to think and feeling my damp, blood-stained clothes, I guess that this could work.

Reminding myself, when I get out of here, because I am seriously, seriously underprepared for this, that I should buy some markers or paint for this instead of using my own blood to mark where I was going, and a bunch of other stuff as well, like some map-making stuff, or maybe buy one of those dungeon compasses that could find the direction of the exit.

Carefully, I dragged my hands along the walls—across the side that led toward the safe area and a bit on the side that led away from it, and finished it up by pressing my palm against the stone wall to leave a clear imprint to show which direction the safe area was.

Making the turn, I remember what traps to expect. It was a pitfall trap where the ground suddenly collapsed beneath me, forcing me to use my magic to run on the walls for a bit to escape so I wouldn't fall into a bed of extremely pointy spikes.

However, upon examining the pitfall I thought was there, it was not present. Where the heck did it go?

Prodding my sheath some more at the passageway with the pitfall trap for any mechanism that could activate it, just to see if I could just set it off, but... I found nothing; nothing happened.

Strange? Why didn't it trigger?

Many theories came to mind, but I need more information to make any conclusions.

Marking the walls with my blood like the previous turn I made, I continued using my sheath to probe things, and the same result happened: none of the traps activated.