“Intelligo!” O uses identification magic on his new found sword.Short sword. A sword that is shorter than a normal sword, but longer than a dagger. Made from a mixture of iron and silver."Only that?" said O in a high tone. He didn't get any very important information. However, O soon noticed something else about the blade of the sword.“Roland?” O read an engraving on the sword. "Who's he?"O then found tooth fragments and a piece of tailbone on the floor, where Mimic had died. He immediately connected his new discoveries with the sword in his hand. Yes, someone named Roland might have been devoured by this monster in the past, and this sword must have belonged to him. Other than the sword, only his teeth and tailbone remained."May you rest in peace," said O, making a prayer gesture. "I will properly use this sword you left behind."O remembered his death in his previous life. Would there be people mourning for him like he did now? O felt a little bit melancholic. He remembered his
“Roland, after finishing this quest let's retire.”"Retire? Why? We haven't even had time to venture far, Wilona. We're not even thirty years old yet.”“I know, but there's no way we're taking a baby on an adventure, right?”“Baby? What baby?”"Ha ha! You're really, really slow. Do you want to hear his voice?" The woman named Wilona took Roland's hand and directed him to feel her stomach.“Wilona! You..."“Yeah, stupid. I am pregnant."Roland cried. He was born and lived on the streets. His life was rough and tough.All his life, Roland only knew how to fight and steal. That was until he met Wilona, an adventurous girl who later became his lover, his life changed 180 degrees.The two of them joined a party of adventurers, visited many places and completed various quests. This time they were on their way to complete a quest in Magna City which had become a nest of monsters, ghosts and curses over a single night."Congratulations, Roland. You’re a father now," said Wilona with a big s
[Welcome to Valandria] In Langit’s all-dark vision, the texts flickered. There was no sound, no scent, not even could he feel the tightness of the muscles in his body. "Am I dead?" Langit replayed the last moments that were drawn in his memory. *** Langit has just returned from school where he works even though working hours are not over yet. A letter of layoffs (Termination of Employment) flew to his desk this morning. And that means no more work today, nor tomorrow. “You are fired, Sir. It’s been a pleasure to work with you." "Of course you guys are happy. My pay is no more than a cleaning service officer at the mall.” Langit worked as a teacher in a private school. People thought that the expensive private school fees would definitely provide a large salary for their employees. But in reality, it was not. Langit's wage isn't even worth it. Not only is it barely feasible, it doesn't even obey the government regulations. The workload and working time rivaled that of a u
The human nervous system regulates every action and response of the body by exchanging signals through receptor cells. The human nervous system is formed by the brain, spinal cord, and somatic and autonomic nerves. From that part, the somatic nerves function to capture stimuli that are on the outside of the body such as the skin. Therefore, Langit could feel neither texture nor temperature when his hand touched the coffin's lid. He couldn't feel anything, because his current form was that of a skeleton without flesh and skin. "Uwaaaaaaah!!" Langit could not believe what he was seeing. He looked at his hands, then at his feet, then at his body. Everything was just bones. Langit didn't realize that when he waved his hand to erase the flickering text in his vision before. Now, when he realized that his whole body was just bones, he couldn't help but become hysterical. "Uwaa! Uwa! Aaaaa!" ..... ... Langit screamed for more than 20 minutes. His hands already touched every inch of the
"Hey, Narrator," O called out to the voice in his head as Narrator. Narrator was actually not the correct term, but he didn't care. "Where am I?" ""You are in Magna City, Master,"" the manly and macho voice seemed not to mind being called by the Narrator. ""You are now in the catacombs under the City of Magna."" "Hoo, graves, huh," O stroked his non-existing beard, "So I was reborn as an undead in the city's catacombs." O didn't protest. He had fully accepted his fate. Instead, he showed interest now.In his previous life, O often heard about the catacombs in other countries which became tourist destinations. So far he had only been able to experience it via the internet, dreaming of visiting the catacombs as a tourist. Too bad that his salary as a teacher didn't even allow him to have a nice vacation in his own country. However, take a look now, he was in a real catacomb, not a virtual tour let alone just seeing pictures. O couldn't wait to explore the catacombs where it comes to
Imagine that you were fast asleep in your comfortable and tightly closed room. It was already late at night and the only lighting was your fluorescent sleep lamp, adding more comfort to your sleep. Then, you wake up because someone's voice was heard from another room. You were curious and carefully opened the bedroom door; peek through the gap in the door in expectation that the source of the sound was from your lover. But when the door was half open, you just remembered that you had been single for years and you lived alone in that house. Then that thing that made noise in your house noticed you, who were peeking from the bedroom. And it lunged at you ... Would you be scared? Of course, or at least you will be hysterical. That's how O felt as the silhouette at the end of the hall came running towards him with a voice that clearly neither came from humans nor animals. "Aaaaah!" O screamed at the top of his lungs (he didn't even has one) as the silhouette was two steps away from him
O stopped all his movements and pretended to be dead (even though,techincally, he was already dead). This creeping zombie must had moved here because of the noise from his struggles a while ago. O tried to find a way out in this tight circumstance and time. Opponents surrounded him from the front and the rear. His weapon was still far away, and O wasn't sure what resistance he could put up with his condition now. ""Danger alert! Your left calf has been fractured. The damage rate is getting higher. Assimilation rate used to restore to perfect state: 0.03%."" O didn't have time anymore. Act now or die in vain. If he fought back and died, at least he tried, right? O collected all the information he got so far. First, these undeads were aiming for him, but they couldn't distinguish the vital parts. This was proven when the zombie that O first encountered did not specifically target the core crystal, but the closest body part. Second, these undeads could see and hear their prey, but la
grAh! GRrggh! Strange voices echoed from behind the darkness at the end of the hall. Behind that darkness, there was still a room or whatever that must have accommodated more zombies.The noises from the batlle a while ago had disturbed the undeads. O was fortunate that no zombie came running in as there was no more lamplight beyond the point where he now stood. "We'd better back off. Restrategize.” O voiced his thoughts. He did not realize that he started to have a new habit. He immdiately rushed to safety in the room where he came back to life. “Narrator, display the skill list!” O felt like he immediately became good in using staff for no reason. O turned to the third page of the list and found the answer to his guess. ~List of Passive Skills~ Magic Mastery (Lv.1) Staff Mastery (Lv.1) Mace Mastery (locked) Shield Mastery (locked) “Oh, no wonder I can swing this club like a pro fighter.” Apparently, O's passive ability to use a staff-type weapon had been unlocked. O rememb