Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

This is all Kevin Ashton?

I stepped back in shock.

I've read all of Ashton's books so far, eight of them.

I looked back at the hundred books in front of me from top to bottom.

It must have been.

Below the title, the letter Cabin Ashton is clearly written.

I remembered the twenty copies of the house that I showed you first.

Before I read it, I thought it was the power of a homegrown family, but all twenty of them were fake.

There was no wisdom, no message of privilege.

Seeing Ashton's Hundred Books, I started hearing doubts.

Is this all real?

Or is any of it authentic?

I picked up the thinnest book.

It's hidden deep inside the imperial slander that's hard to get into.

I don't think it's fake... but the number of hundred books in front of me is so unrealistic.

Isaac and Nannau glanced at me as I opened the book.

No one is saying that there is no time, or that the previous erlord may be killed.

You may be intoxicated by the unrealism here.

Last Cabin Ashton

Srlock.

I handed over the bookshelf.

One of the most important tasks of life is overcoming death.

The first sentence got stuck.

It was particularly true for both me, Isaac and Nannau.

I am not fully immortal, and Isaac and Nannau are on hold.

“This book, it's weird. ”

Nannau, who was next to me, spoke to me. I thought something was wrong, but I didn't need to ask specifically.

I passed another page.

The only thing there was a white paper with nothing on it.

Bloop.

The next page was the same as the next page.

Black ink was a white paper that had never been stamped.

So five pages, ten pages, and twenty pages were blank.

I was embarrassed and looked around.

“Here. Can you sprinkle certain reagents or heat them up and they'll show up? ”

“No.”

Nannau shakes her head, fingers on paper.

“Nothing. It's clean. ”

“There are no signs of magic. ”

Isaac had the same reaction.

“It's just a paper. ”

“I can't...

You continue to pass the blank blank pages.

Forty pages, fifty pages, were all white and empty.

It was only a matter of time before I reached the last page.

I keep looking at the white page, and the sentence at the bottom of the last page catches my attention.

<. Like the curiosity of turning the book over to the last chapter, we must run towards the ultimate extinction.

Ultimate extinction?

It seems to be confronted with the first sentence about overcoming death.

One last sentence, anyway.

It was actually the moment I read the second sentence.

Tiring!

[Wisdom has risen 1.]

The horse is silent.

Isaac quickly notices my reaction as I hold the book in place.

“You're real?”

You nod quietly.

Cabin Ashton's book needs to be fully read to increase its stats.

But this is real?

It's not like the fairy tale I saw in the back that was torn apart.

It doesn't say anything at all.

Empty slates.

Two sentences at the beginning and end.

Is it really the finished form?

“Let's go first. ”

I swept through all of Kevin Ashton's books in my inventory.

I couldn't afford to verify every single one of them here.

It was an empty piece of paper, but since I handed it over slowly in my own way, time has already been delayed quite a bit.

The Marquis is coming down.

We must hurry if we're not going to abandon him.

The overwhelming spirit of 100 books, Cabin Ashton, returns to cover the book.

There's nothing in the book.

I even thought it was good to be able to feel genuine quickly.

When you think about it, it doesn't make sense to be wise to read Ashton's book in the first place.

There is no law telling us not to be wise because it is an empty book with no contents.

Maybe.

Aston's absurd notion that I might have anticipated coming here and looking for the thinnest book.

When I put most of my books into my inventory, I found something

I felt it.

“And the space. You think there's a limit? ”

Nannau laughs at the book she went into the air.

“Definitely.”

The form can be freely modified and the dose is substantial but limited.

Inventory level now marked ‘?’.

But the storage space used to expand with the level up, and now it's much bigger.

We can only speculate that increased skill level will increase capacity along with it.

I should say lucky.

When I put the last book in, the space fit perfectly.

“Let's go.”

It was then.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

One moment.

There was a deep wave in the air.

The black curve spread out.

It was as if a marble stone had been thrown into the lake and a ripple had appeared from afar.

I felt like I was passing through here.

“Alert triggered. ”

Isaac said, resonating his inventory.

“Our intrusion, or the movements of the one who entered first, alerted us. ”

“Why now? It's a long way down, isn't it? ”

“Maybe the people who run this place are out of control. We only have a few scrapbooks, so the guy who went first must have had an accident. ”

“Let's go down first. ”

There was no argument.

When Isaac wakes up the dairy he put to sleep, he wakes up twitching your legs.

I felt like I woke up from a new hypnotic sleep because my eyes had changed.

“Good for you.”

“What?”

“The Marquis wouldn't be so favorable if he knew I was hypnotized. Glad the horse is back in one piece. ”

Nannau wedged in with a bloody smile.

“Yes, Crow Shaman. I don't know about normal hypnotism, but if you keep running strong brains like yours, deep consciousness is the only way to get out of here.

It could ruin it. ”

“Heheheh. Do you worry about the deep rituals of a horse, killing a witch or a human without breathing? ”

“It's a matter of your own mood anyway. I'm not putting it on the scale. ”

The two deliberately relaxed with jokes and continued forward.

“Hee-hee!”

You continue to follow the trail of the Marquis. There is a narrow iron gate that does not match the giant stone walls of the library.

It was a narrow door less than one-hundredth the width of a stone wall.

Giggle

Darkness spills out as you open the door.

A long rope seems to run through the darkness. We followed that rope.

< It is also separated from each layer. The defined space does not lead to the boundary.

When the dimensional passageway ends.

A pile of debris stands in the way.

There were traces of something breaking or falling.

Milk wept loudly and swung its front foot to pierce the path.

The debris piled up to the knees continued indefinitely, but the sight of milkshakes kicking up and down does not seem to be a dangerous substance.

“Third floor.”

I checked the memorial stone and said.

No steps skipped

Proof that you didn't get off on the wrong foot. Neither did the monarch, nor were we continuing down towards the lowest level of the plague.

It was when Nannau stepped forward, saying that she had the dairy.

The crow suddenly spoke.

< Try it.

Be? ”

Bulk up the flies of the Ilyenne. Clean up the debris. It'll be a good practice pushing the whole space away.

“But if you think you don't, all the books you put in there will fall out. ”

<. Lack of application power. It's as simple as putting a cover on your inventory. Barricade and dilate.

“Then you make a border just like that. ”

The crow's eyes falter.

…

“Why? Do it? ”

<... I have to realize it alone.

The crow felt exhausted somehow.

< If only the inside and the outside are recognized separately, it is the end. Preserve the perimeter and push the ‘outside’ to the extended ‘outside’.

« ”

….

< Stupid. No, I'm sure I'm a miracle genius who even the gods are jealous of. I'll help you just once... >

The crow shines its eyes.

< Split, Change, Access.

Isaac's subspace splits from space to five, and it becomes a different strange pattern and sticks together.

Somehow I felt connected to Isaac.

< I covered the four spaces with elastic shells. I'll let you stick around for a while. It will be easier for you to react at the heart of your will. Expand the subspace.

“The notion that it doesn't contain

< I don't need a shell. > Expansion.

The room twisted and the membrane spread.

There is no uniformity.

No order, no rules, no harmony.

This volume of distortion is too heavy to call a semicircle.

But whatever it is, it doesn't belong in a cave.

You push the rubble full of it upward and sideways.

The debris was trapped in a narrow space between the cave and 'volume’ and danced.

“What do we do now? ”

< Push harder.

“What if the cave breaks? ”

< It will never break.

You believe Isaac and push him out even louder.

The debris is wedged between the cave wall and the ‘volume’ and crushed.

It looks like a blackwood vine, but it is quite sturdy. After losing its shape, you rub it against the cave wall and drop into an excellent place.

Through the crumbling debris, you see something that has already been crushed by the debris. A moist lump that became slime.

I remembered an unpleasant memory somewhere.

The Imperial stables? ’

But it's already all slime.

I couldn't identify him because he was abandoned.

< How does it feel, right?

How can you say that when you've never experienced it?

Surprisingly, however, I couldn't deny the words of the raven.

It was when I was faintly intoxicated by the feeling of rubbing something between my fingers.

“What are you two doing back there? Hurry up and get over here! ”

You hear Nannau's cry.

Following her excitedly bitten voice, you see the humans in the transparent flask.

“Alive. Is there? ”

I felt a pulse for all of them who were rich in liquid.

Nannau, who confirmed our arrival, aims a transparent flask with a sickle.

“What the...! ”

Paan!

However, a sharp blade that cuts through steel like paper could not even scratch an extremely thin-looking transparent flask.

Nannau quickly aims her sickle at the flask again.

Huff.

It was the sound of a silver mantan that made the sword retreat.

“What the...

Paan!

A flask hit by a projectile launched from a nearby area sounds faint and shakes slightly.

That was it.

< That's amazing. >

Looking closely, it looked like there were thin threads on the surface, but I couldn't imagine how many bullets I would have to shoot to break.

“What did you do? ”

Nannau shrugs.

“I measured the frequency of the fluids. ”

“So?”

“I don't know how this color comes out, but I'm sure it's laced with lurium. ”

< He really turned all my blood into Lurium. I can't believe you found frequencies in the combined liquid.

“It's not just cryopreservation. Hydrolysis and regulatory mechanisms are being injected internally. ”

It's like talking to Isaac.

I heard voices.

Here. What are the bodies? I'm nervous about tentacles embedded all over the human body.

The ruins of the apostles hunted in the Demon King Lérazier's Shrine.

Pod 'Duck!

Isaac has already flown into the flask and is looking at a single human being submerged in liquid in front of him.

'Hmm. As expected...'

Isaac narrows it down.

“Do you think you know something? ”

Instead of answering me, the crow muttered in a loud voice.

“These are the perfect bodies. No, they're perfect. Talent, character, individuality.

Nannau looks at the crow, smiling bloody.

“Belle ’Homet Isaac, never pretend to like your taste again. Don't you have anything else you'd like to say? ”

It's a feeling. Must be picky. ”

“What the hell are you talking about? ”

It was when I couldn't bear to interfere.

Nannau and the crow looked at me at the same time and said,

“This flask, more than half... most of it..."

The last word overlapped equally.

“A familiar face. ”