lv 1 skeleton

chapter 5

The priest and mage watched me approach from far away, fortunately they were not yet aware that I was a skeleton because the only light down here was emitted by the moss on the walls. It was very hard for them to see well, so I only appeared as a human surrounded by shadows.

Gwyn quickly hid in my skull and shouted at the approaching adventurers.

“Don’t come near me! I’m unable to be close to people.”

It was funny to hear Gwin try to pass her voice off as mine. Having her voice echo through my skull was also a weird feeling, it was a situation that could only be found in some strange movie.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

They shivered and stopped advancing.

“Please save our friends!”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you earlier, but you should return to where you came from, this place is not safe.”

Gwyn’s tiny voice escaped from my skull but the adventurers didn’t seem to have any intentions of going back.

“We don’t know how to get back, the door we came through has been locked and we can’t get through.”

That must have been the scraping sound I heard while the fight just started, but it was good to get a confirmation.

“I don’t know of any way out so take care of yourselves.”

Gwyn struggled to squeeze out those last words and I quickly headed off to the small hole. The longer we stayed talking the more suspicious they would get which might lead to a troublesome situation. It was afterall quite difficult for such a small being to imitate a human’s speech. Although she couldn’t keep it up for long, I was glad to have Gwyn talk in my stead because otherwise, I could only run away immediately which would be even more awkward.

Shortly after a few messages appeared in front of me.

[Acquired ｟Title: Savior Lv1｠]

[Acquired ｟Title: Coldhearted Lv1｠]

‘Huh? Was that supposed to be a compliment, is it agreeing with my actions?’

The implication of the titles was somewhat disturbing but I chose to focus on the problem at hand.

I was now back in the tomb, rummaging through the Tyrant’s pile of spoils. I searched for many clothes so that the next time I meet people I can better hide my identity as a skeleton. The tyrant loved shiny things the most so all the clothes he had collected had some jewels in them. I wore an ancient but good quality robe, gloves and shoes all enchanted with durability spells to stand the test of time. With all that “bling” I looked more like a hip-hop warrior than ever before. I wasn’t interested in covering my face with some rags so I used a full helmet to cover my skull.

“Chompy, you look so fat! How am I even supposed to get in?”

Having so much clothes and armour was too constraining and made my movements quite stiff. Gwyn was also complaining that she had no way to access the inside of my skull if I wore the helmet, but it wasn’t a big problem. If Gwyn really needs to go in, I can simply take it off. I kept listening to her grumbling, insisting she be let inside. The problem was whether I’d be able to hunt those tomb rats with such stiff movements.

After separating from the two humans I decided to further explore the Catacombs.

Maybe I would get lucky and find an exit somewhere. If I hadn’t found the Tomb Tyrant’s treasure cave I wouldn’t have found the path to this floor so the possibility existed that there were other hidden paths.