Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

‘Status… window. ’

It was the same no matter how many times I checked.

Levels, stats, and skills are all gone.

I don't even have to check.

My body tells me.

Stats I believed in. Skill.

The numbers disperse and the senses leave your body.

I wish I could disappear at any time.

What good are the numbers in the status window to me?

I was afraid.

The ‘they’ who got rid of my abilities...

Who else could it be?

I intervened in the status window and gave the order of my own accord.

Eating the oozing lurium, Isaac, a powerful shaman, was easily extinguished.

Trophin Nanau, the head of T&T behind the world, is stiff and disappeared without a single scream.

Not the look, not the look, not the gesture.

They had no personality.

Isaac notices the straw, but eventually he is erased from the black marble, leaving nothing to say.

Isaac.

I need to see him.

If all my abilities were gone, what would be the situation with Isaac and Nana who were sucked into the bead?

Isaac may be in worse shape than he was in the sarcophagus.

Ominous.

Woof, woof, woof!

You can't just be stuck with your thoughts.

I relaxed myself with a loud voice.

If this is my new situation, I have to adapt.

I have a lot of work to do.

As I slowly jump from my seat, I check myself from my finger to my arm to my shoulder.

Phew!

The hand you were solving is gone.

No, all the limbs that were connected were swirling into the air.

Instantly lose balance and the body flies to the ground.

Whether the flying arm is the only thing, or the collapsed impact, the body does not move at all.

White bones roll in pieces in front of you.

‘What……? ’

The field of view is dispersed.

I didn't know how broken my body was.

Feel the rhetoric.

I tried to turn my head, but I couldn't move a muscle to see if it was broken.

Dalg... Rock.

The chin gives a faint tremor, then immediately falls back down.

“What's all this? I'm glad we made it this far on patrol."

A strange voice creaked on the crushed skull, and immediately escaped with consciousness.

* * *

Daglac!

I shook my hand seizure.

Both the arms and legs that flew away.

Contrary to the initial embarrassment, I felt relieved and flexed my knuckle bones.

I can see the starry night sky.

A situation that was completely different from before when the head was stuck in the dirt floor and could not move.

‘Was I... dead? ’

Tiring!

[Succession]

[Skeleton Soldier Lv.1 (l)]

[HP 1 Strength 1 Agility 1 Wisdom 1]

[Ultimate Former: Death Knight] is out of the year.]

[The number of destruction applies.]]

[Current purchasing power: 96.7%.]

The recalled status window remains the same, without any number or number.

No rain, no rain, no clear night.

Both the arms and legs that flew away.

Contrary to the first time I was embarrassed, I felt a faint relief and flexed my toe bones slowly.

Regression.

I lost everything else, but I couldn't take this away from me.

It is different from when the same resurrection did not know anything in English.

Familiar situations.

So this is where it starts.

Peek-a-book.

I was startled by the sound of turning my neck.

Be careful.

‘There's... someone. ’

A strange voice still echoes in my head.

< Thank goodness I went on patrol all this way….

I said patrol.

The place of death was here for a while.

The spot where you walked out.

Knock it off.

I got up quietly in my coffin.

I came up through the dirt and looked around carefully.

I wasn't sure at first, but I looked around again, and I could see it clearly.

Erast Yasan.

This is the grave Rubia came to visit.

A tomb that has been slain by Necron's minions many times.

‘Then... when? ’

The fact that the grave was dug up, once it rained,

Since the day I first met Rubia, January 20th.

That's all I can tell you.

Whether the war has begun.

The Demon King is coming.

Why the date went back.

We don't know what happened to Rubia, Lena, Nannau and Isaac.

It was dark.

Now that I have regrettable abilities, I think I can build something else.

It'll be faster than ever.

Combat experience is unbelievable and offers 6x more experience.

Once in orbit, speed will be overwhelming.

‘What happened to Lurium...? ’

I lay in a coffin trying to feel the Lurium circuits engraved on my body.

There was nothing left!

You can clearly feel the silver magical fluid flowing through your bones.

‘Wonderful.'

Thinking about it, the amount that would have flowed to the bones had been surpassed long ago.

Is it compressed and flowing by itself?

The first premise of magic.

Mysteriously, without an Arcane Heart, we can't reach the source.

Lurium ignores that common sense.

So the laws of space may be trampled lightly.

Of course, no matter how much magical fluid flows through your body,

I can't use a spell.

‘What a pity.’

If you learn any magic, just use it....

Jubbuck.

I stopped thinking at the sound of my feet.

The target is approaching.

It's definitely "someone" who broke his head. It's not a stone that came out of the wind.

If you are on patrol, you can become a hunter, a bandit, or a soldier of the nearby lords.

You stand with your back against a large rock nearby and wait for a moment.

It's already close.

The moment I thought I needed a weapon.

‘Inventory.’

It naturally came out of my head.

[Inventory Lv.? Trigger.]

A space that can be used for anything.

As I put my hand in, the inventory gives me a plump texture.

Oh, my God.

Bloop.

There,

[Hope of Rescue] Kevin Ashton

A book in his hand was slowly being pulled out.

Whoo-hoo!

Bloop-oop-oop!

The book you were holding is thundering in the wind.

“This……! ”

A startled cry erupted out of my mouth.

A book drawn from the imperial slander.

This is not the only thing.

I sense the presence of books packed inside each one.

My head quickly turned back.

Ashton's book, which he left behind in the slaughter, tells me one thing that is alarming: that it remains after his return.

It was not just Lurium who regained his rightful place.

In your inventory…….

It was then.

Yes, sir!

A thunderous black shadow swings its weapon.

The weapon of the shadow shining under the moonlight was not a giant iron spike, nor a mace, but an ordinary iron sword.

The sword, of course, was not frozen, nor did the knife itself look special.

Both holding and swinging postures were clumsy.

Did you just break my skull with a knife like that?

However, you are unable to avoid the sword swinging in front of you in the obvious path.

Phew!

A light swinging sword flies the book in your hand away. White paper, cut in half, scatters into the air.

I was holding the book in my hand, and I threw it.

I was only able to step back.

If there was nothing, it would have been over at once.

Bloop!

The black shadow stabs you again.

The tip of the blade grazes and passes through the armbone.

Fluffy

You quickly fall back and avoid the second attack. It's close to coincidence.

You quickly examine the Black Shadow.

Not at all familiar.

Ordinary Empire armor.

Are you a soldier?

Even a book made of paper can't cut through a perfectly ridiculous knife.

Yes, sir!

“Undead……. ”

Just before my lifetime, with a sword.

I barely dodged the knife, rolling the floor desperately.

Strong.

No, I'm too weak.

The black shadow does not rush, but relaxes forward.

“Hmm.”

It does not appear to be an Imperial Ghost, rather than a sword. It was an awkward move and a thorough attack.

Are you really going to get killed by this guy?

I did?

But the body has one finger, one toe.

I didn't make my move.

“Wait! Wait! ”

There is no victory.

The only place it can move is where it wants to be.

One mouth.

I had to try to have a conversation.

“Huh? You talk? ”

The shadow throws its foot out and kicks you in the side.

Puck!

The kick is authentic and shocking.

I was stiff.

A foolish, unexpected blow knocks you into the dirt, rolling your face into the ground.

[WARNING! HP Below 75%!]

Puck!

As if it sounded fun, the body that was kicked hard in a row flew and hit a large rock.

You try to get up, staggering, but the flaccid bones scream.

[WARNING! HP is below 50%!]

As I tried to get up, I heard a voice from above.

“Is there a Black Wizard nearby? You can't talk to yourself like this. ”

A new shadow falls from the rear direction.

“Let's take care of this first……. ”

A new shadow rises high from behind you.

It was urgent.

At this rate, the skull was broken by an iron sword again.

“Wait!”

Pod 'Duck!

I opened my inventory and threw whatever was inside at me.

'One Eye', 'Names and Cow Awareness', 'Coronal Analysis', 'Semantic Critique', and 'Ethical Acceptability'.

A book by Kevin Ashton that boosts your intelligence stats when you read it.

An amazing author who even caught Isaac's attention.

But once I read, I get out of here.

“What, what? ”

The user strikes the blade, and the puzzled opposing Pokémon stops attacking. A book pops out of the air.

Now.

After I threw away five books,

I found the knife and pulled it out.

The thinnest and lightest creature that can wield even with its current power.

[Blood Whip, Lightning of Doom.]

It's the start of a counterattack.

The prestige sword Isaac picked out from the Imperial Treasure Depot.

I can feel it just by looking at the name.

I'm not familiar with the sword at all, but the years of slaughtering have remained.

"To be beaten by an ordinary soldier...

That's ridiculous. ’

You thrust a loaded knife in front of you.

Maybe we can get 6x XP privileges right away....

Taang!

However, the magnificent blade of the 'Thunderbolt of Doom’ could not go forward.

The black sword in your hand richly bounces out of the bush before you can even see it. I didn't even know which direction I was flying in.

Qajik!

I don't even know how.

I didn't get a second chance. The flying attack smashes your head lightly from above.

A broken skull pierces the steel blade and gives me a creepy feeling.

“Suddenly, a knife popped out.... ”

“But this knife, it's cool. Look at the lightning bolt on the handle. Wow... ”

It was a new voice.

There are... three of us?

What the hell are soldiers doing in Erastor's grave?

With that in mind.

Along with the white bones, the mountain of consciousness splits into darkness.