It's not... Cold?
I'm... In a room.
Stone bricks, slightly glowing, spread out around me. A small hole, which looked like it could fit 3 people, was in front of me. Beyond that hole was similar to the room I was in, but it was a corridor instead, leading out somewhere which I didn't know.
It was... a Dungeon.
Hm... I feel really light and airy, it's almost as if I wasn't touching the ground...
Wait.
I looked down.
A black, wispy smoke was what met my... Whatever I use to see, and that black mist was- well, me.
I could freely move around my body in any way I wanted to, but I couldn't split myself in half. I experimented, creating weapons, limbs, and so on.
That's right... I'm a... Err... What?
Well, I should say something like 'Status', right? the cliché of all reincarnations in a Dungeon..?
... Hold on a second here, what's reincarnation? And that felt way too comfortable, as if it just rolled off my tongue.
... Uh, can I speak?
"1 2 3... Testing testing..."
Hmm... My voice sounds like... A loud whisper. Very airy indeed.
Well, I guess I should just do what my gut tells me.
"Uh... Status..?"
<Displaying Status:
Name : Drakka
Gender : Male(?)
Species : Lesser Wraith
Rating : F+
Titles : [Reincarnator(Hidden)] - [Soul Reaper]
Level : 1/10
Experience : 0/10
Condition : [Normal]
Health : 100/100
Mana : 25/25
Defense : 8
Strength : 7
Agility : 5
Intelligence : 2,342
Magic : 7
Magic Defense : 6
Passive Skills:
[Wraith] - [Otherworldy Intellect]Active Skills:
[Body Manipulation Lv.1] - [Appraisal Lv.MAX] - [Dark Ball Lv.1] - [Body Weapon : Scythe Lv.1] - [Terrorize Lv.1]Unique Skills:
[Soul Harvest Lv.0] - [Item Box] - [Translation]>
So I'm really smart, eh? Maybe it's from [Otherworldly Intellect]?. I have [Appraisal] as well.
And what's a [R̴̙͉̯͈͉͕̯̳̣͋ͅê̴̡͎̹̻̟̲̙̳͔̳̪̫̺̻͎̆͊͌̔͠i̷̺͈͔̱̿̈̿͊̿͑́̏̃̕͠͝n̶̝̮͒̔̀̆ç̴̛͔̺̳̥͉̞̭͇̝̱͉̯͉͓̉͋̑̉̉͊̿̎̌͗̂̚͘a̵̯̞̼̱̜͚̞̥̖̞̟͠r̴̡̹̤̩̱̘͍̱̮͎̻̻̳̼͒͛͆̍̌͗̓̿̄̄̈́̀̄̾n̴̜̪̬̥̬̄̉͋̉̎͌̿̀̃̉͠͠a̶̧̫̺͔̫͇̜̣͍̲̱͝-
A̸̺̥͉͙̟̝͕̼̻̿̈́̊͐͌͛̈̃̚Ģ̴̨̱̬̬̗̣͚̗͙͓̬̠̣̮̩̱͉̯̞̣̹̼̞̳̋͆̽̈́͛̌̾̿̿̇̃͗͐̚͠?̴̨̢̺̘̩̫̩̘͈̝̭̟̠̜͇̱̗̜̮̭͕͚̖͆̾̈́̄̉͆̂̿̂̂̚Ģ̴͍̹͚̦͚̪̫̠͓̯̳͂̃̊̔͂͘͘̕G̷͙̹̣̱͖̼̩̊͆̐͆̇͗͆͂͐̎̊̾̆̃̾̇̆͐̀͐̚͝͝A̶̲̪̥̅G̵̪͙̦̻͉̲͈̞̻͙̞͉̖̝̜̘̩̎́̌͋̏̊́̐̑̓̀͘͜͜?̷͎̹̉͛̏̌̓̕͝A̶̦̦͇̙̠̯̻͉͕͇͐͒͊̈̄͋͆̎̔̒̇̄̈́͆̑͌͒̂̃̈́̌̉͠͝͝?̶̢͉̫̩̂̂̋̈͒̊̀̀̚/̶̨̢̛̛͉̹̫̠̩̗͍͙̼͍̹͔̫̲̬͚̖̙͖́̎̒̉͑̈́̋̐̄̋́͊̏͒͑̐̍̕͘͘͘͜͝͠͝ͅͅ/̴̢̧̡̝̲̳̖̙̗̖̙̠͍̗͋̐̑̉̕͝Ȃ̴̜͋̅̾̔̽̉̈́͋͠͝Ą̵̨̛̮̲̣̺̦̱̠̤̝͓͕͖̘̺͇̀͋̂͌̅͐̒̈́̄̾̈́̑͆̈̍̌̈́̄̈́̕͘̕͠͠/̴̛̞̪̬̖̯͚̮̤̻̠̟́̃̅̂̂̀̀͗́͛̉̉́̾̀̓͆̓͌͌̏͜͠͝/̷̨̛̼͓̯͎̍̈́̂̆͘̕
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I Was Reborn, So I Chose To Become A Reaper. [Discontinued]
FantasyThe soul of a deceased drifted through the void. Retaining nothing but their intelligence, they slept without aim. ...Until something certain triggered their wake. . . . <Consciousness Confirmed.> ...