sbdcsierra Chapter 105 Undead Creatures
Chapter 105 Undead Creatures
“Nathan Lake…”
I stood in front of a glowing tree, murmuring to myself.
"Looks like I'm in luck."
He is an NPC who randomly appears at Eldtin Spire in the game. He is a rune seeker, but also a character slightly biased towards the evil side. He will attack the player, and we will defeat him. After all, as a student of the Arcadia Hunter Academy, despite Ethan's low ranking, he is still stronger than most ordinary people.
Its function is to tell the player the location of the tree, and this tree will lead us into the dungeon.
Now, standing before this tree, I realize once again that the visual effects in games can never compare to the real world.
This tree is tall and straight, quite different from the other trees in the forest, and it still glistens even in the dim light shining through its canopy.
Its leaves have an ethereal silver hue, capturing and reflecting the faint light like countless tiny stars. The trunk emits a soft, pulsating light, seemingly emanating from within, projecting intricate patterns onto the ground.
The tree roots spread out like a net, their pulsating energy seemingly infusing the earth with life. Each root is like a meticulously sculpted, intricate pattern, intertwining and connecting in a mysterious way.
These tree roots seem to carry the history of this land, etched on every inch of the forest floor.
And that is indeed the case.
What makes this tree different from other trees is that it absorbs magical power from the dungeon, which is released from its roots.
To enter this dungeon, one thing needs to be done.
I reached out and touched the pulsating part of the tree trunk, gripping the dagger tightly.
'Piercing into the heart of the pulsating tree.'
prick!
As the dagger swung down, it pierced directly into the glowing part. I didn't use magic, because using magic would complicate things slightly.
call!
Then, a plume of smoke began to spread from the cut. The surrounding environment was gradually enveloped in smoke.
Click!
The intricate patterns carved by tree roots on the ground began to move and twist, their pulsating energy responding to the disturbances on the trees.
The once steady rhythm became chaotic, with patterns and light dancing in a mesmerizing display.
Crack!
The fog was filled with electricity, giving the impression of an impending storm. The smoke formed a swirling vortex, spreading out and enveloping the entire area in a mysterious mist.
The ground began to shake, as if it were awakening. The patterns on the ground rearranged, forming a hidden passage.
A deep rumble filled the air as the passage slowly opened, revealing a path leading into darkness.
'Looks like this is the place.'
This is the entrance to the underground city.
Standing here, it has a surreal feel, enough to fascinate anyone who sees it.
'However, the interior of the dungeon is far from this beautiful.'
Without thinking twice, I went straight into the passage.
hum!
I was sucked into the portal.
......
boom!
When I landed on the ground, the scene before me was completely the opposite of what I had seen before.
Roar! Ah! Roar!
Countless screams echoed all around.
Darkness enveloped the entire space; there was not a single ray of light.
An eerie fog obscured my vision; I couldn't see anything.
There was no sunlight, only the moon trying to illuminate the darkness, but it was completely ineffective due to the fog blocking the light.
There was no sign of life, no trees, no plants, no grass.
This place is a completely barren land, with only some rocks making the ground appear uneven.
Roar!
The screams continued to come from all directions.
Most importantly, a scent permeated the entire space.
The smell of blood and rotting corpses.
Roar!
Click!
'Perfect.'
With a scream from behind, the ground cracked open, and something emerged from it.
A corpse, its body twisted into a grotesque shape. Gray skin covered its entire body, like that of a mangled dog.
Whoosh!
The monster opened its huge mouth and charged at me, emitting a putrid stench.
"Ghoul."
I whispered the name and quickly grabbed my gun. They were low-level Tier 3 monsters, and thanks to their speed and regeneration abilities, they held a relatively high position among monsters of the same level. Therefore, I never intended to directly confront them from the beginning.
boom!
I fired, and the bullet pierced its head.
boom!
The monster fell to the ground from the impact of the bullets. However, I knew things wouldn't end there.
I prepared the dagger from the bracelet.
drop!
A drop of liquid dripped from the dagger.
Whoosh!
I rushed forward quickly, first using one dagger to cut a gash in the monster's chest, then stabbing it with another dagger.
With almost no resistance, the dagger easily pierced the monster's body.
puff!
Then, the monster began to slowly disintegrate, and its body gradually disappeared.
Its body material turned into soil, mixing with the earth, leaving me alone in this eerie space once again.
Looking at the yellow liquid flowing from the tip of the dagger, I remembered its name.
'Holy water.'
A fitting name, perfectly matching its attributes. It is called holy water because it possesses purifying properties, specifically designed to combat cursed creatures.
For example, ghouls, these monsters born from cursed corpses, are essentially undead creatures.
When the term "undead" is mentioned, most people immediately associate it with necromancers, but undead can be created even without necromancers.
The resentment that permeates the space and the unfulfilled wishes of people before their death may also give rise to undead creatures, or rather, cursed creatures.
The key is the connection between the deceased's soul and the material world. With this connection, the soul will be unable to leave this place and will be trapped here for a period of time.
This is the explanation in the game, and ghouls are low-level undead creatures.
So, essentially, I'm saving you.
I thought to myself as I watched the wisps of smoke rising from where the ghoul had disintegrated.
'I guess this counts as doing a good deed?'
The holy water's effect is simple. It directly negates the ghouls' regenerative abilities, one of their most powerful characteristics. By neutralizing this regeneration, the ghouls will ultimately become nothing more than a mass of mindless, attacking corpses.
Furthermore, injecting bullets into holy water takes too much time and is inefficient, which is why I don't use guns much.
Therefore, I don't mind using a dagger when fighting ghouls.
With this in mind, I continued on.
As I ventured deeper into the darkness, the piercing screams grew louder, and the stench of decay became even more suffocating.
The eerie atmosphere heightened my senses, and I knew that more ghouls were lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on me.
"Roar!"
Another ghoul burst out of the shadows, its hideous body lunging at me.
Whoosh!
I deftly dodged its attack and swiftly retaliated, plunging my dagger into its rotting chest.
puff!
The ghoul disintegrated, dissolved into a puddle of mud by the holy water. I didn't stop; more ghouls were approaching.
There are approximately fifteen in number.
This number is quite high, but ghouls are among the least intelligent monsters. They are more like creatures created from resentment than naturally evolved beings.
I quickly formulated a battle plan in my mind.
Then I began to take them down one by one. Sometimes I would shoot them to buy myself a brief advantage. Although I knew they would regenerate, the time I gained was extremely valuable.
For the others, I engaged in melee combat, my dagger dancing in the darkness. To prevent the holy water from spilling from the dagger, I used mana to enhance it and cover it.
boom!boom!
Gunshots echoed through the desolate space as I felled the approaching ghouls. The holy water on my dagger ensured their final demise; each swing and thrust turned them into mud.
This eerie land has become a battlefield, and I am a warrior fighting the curse alone.
The moon above witnessed this conflict between life and death, occasionally casting eerie light across the battlefield and providing me with magical power.
I felt as if the moon itself was watching me, and this feeling compelled me to keep going.
Roar!
Another ghoul lunged at me, its teeth grinding together. I dodged to the side, and my dagger plunged into its side.
Whoosh!
The creature dissolved into mud, leaving a foul stench in the air.
Roar! Squeak!
I continued my journey through this desolate landscape, propelled by uneasy screams. There were also the cries of birds, and I felt a dark, shadowy creature watching me alongside the moon.
This place is nerve-wracking.
No matter how strong one's will and mindset, it's difficult to remain rational in a place filled with the aura of death, walking on a path where nothing can be seen. There are no paths to follow, and no clear routes to choose from.
The only option is to wander aimlessly until you find the source of this space, which is a form of mental torture.
To counteract this, I deliberately distracted myself.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
My footsteps cracked the ground, the only sound that wasn't a scream. While it might attract monsters, it wasn't that important.
The test here is not about physical strength, but about how strong a person's will is and how much resistance they have to fight against this eerie feeling.
'Let me see how long you want this test to last.'
As I pondered this, I continued my aimless wandering.