Chapter 42 – Dungeons

Skeletons formed a group of at least a platoon level, each dragging their own old weapons. I don’t know what the hell it works on, and unlike that horror look, it doesn’t seem to be worth money.

Those half-destroyed weapons that are all rotten and rusted cannot be called ancient antiques, even jokingly. In the end, it is said that they are holding bones and sticks that don’t even look like weapons, and when they think this way, the fear of the unknown undead seems to disappear.

Fighting power is muscle, bone and mental strength. And it comes from good equipment. The [Skeletons] Who didn’t have any of them were nothing more than suckers whose skeleton models in the science room were just moving. Then, the army of skeletons in front of them began to look like a group of sickly beggars.

The [Contempt for the weak] That had been dormant inside of me crawled up to that insignificant little cocoon.

“Should we bump into each other?”

Meria lowered her posture as much as she could. She was asking, but not really asking for consent. Her impulse is proportional to her weight and speed. She kicked the ground with her shield in front.

ㅡ Tak Tak Tak Tak!

The momentum of her fierce run was like that of a recckless wild boar. Soon after, she collided with the central point where the skeletons were huddled together.

ㅡ Wow!
“Yaha!”

The bones bounced along with the exhilarating spirit.

The skeletons collided and flew away like bowling pins toppling over. It is said that the weight of a human skeleton is only 20% of body weight. Even that was a bone that old, so half of it wouldn’t go out, so Meria’s charge with a shield at the fore—there was no room to block the crash.

ㅡThat angle.
ㅡEverything.

Four to dozens. The power difference is superior. However, the combat power of each individual was so different that they could put all the enemies to shame despite the difference in numbers. I shouted loudly and ran away.

“Waaaaa!”

Swing rather than stab. A knife is made entirely of iron, so getting hit hurts like hell. As I learned from Karin, I hit them from behind in a moderate, balanced, and powerful position.

“Sans!! Why are you here!!”

ㅡ Pleasant!
ㅡPretty!

I put down a slash.

They were cut to the bone, crushed, smashed, broken, and fell with their bone fragments flying.

These bastards were just unimaginable, top-notch bastards. Did these ten bastards dare to flirt with me? Now?

Even when the skeletons were fighting melee right in front of me, the ligaments slowed down, making my chest feel more stuffy.

These assholes are moving. To raise the arm. And thus wielding a rusted and shattered sword. In that series of movements, he vomited out a spirit that would take 10 seconds for a human to ding in 1 second.

The attacks that even such a slug would have burst into in the past could not penetrate me, and even if they were hit, the impact was insignificant. My extraordinary breastplate and expensive quilted armor were able to beat all these pathetic attacks with only defensive power. It just seemed like it wouldn’t fit my head.

“You really hit ‘Goal’!”

He said that while smashing a guy’s head.

These were literally just skeletons. Just as the dead cannot interfere with the living, they are simply dead skeletons.

I personally returned them to where they belonged.

“This one. One zombie is more difficult than ten of these bones.”

Copson said that his blade was damaged and put his sword in the scabbard and started to put his deal with a clumsy winding technique.

No matter how clumsy they tried, the skeletons collapsed with their backs broken by Copson’s single kick, and died (if this could be said to be death) with his ribs torn off with a single punch.

“You wish you could live with only these guys for the rest of your life?”

The skeleton’s skull was shattered by the strong blow of the shield, and the body crashed into the wall. In a display of innate violence, Meria used her shield to crush her goons. True to her properly learned shield skills, her shield was not an armor, but a murderous weapon.

When it comes to Elise, there is nothing to say. Because the most exciting thing about her was her. She was demonstrating the concept of chewing something up.

That’s how we fucked up a whole platoon of skeletons. There was a lot of dust. It was speculated that the reason why the 4th basement floor was filled with white dust was because other adventurers also insulted the dead in a similar way.

“Now they will go where they should have gone.”
“I’m very happy with that.”

Elise, wiping the sweat from her brow, said that. I could n’t believe that she was the face of a person who caused an underground dungeon mace atrocity that went beyond the Panmunjom ax atrocity, but her expression looked refreshing beyond words.

I had no ideas. Apparently, she truly believed that she had done a very good job. This is literally the English language I can’t understand. From my point of view, Elise’s act of destruction was closer to astonishing than pious.

Still, I was satisfied that her stress was relieved, so I just responded with an awkward smile.

“Are their souls saved?”
“Salvation… That’s a fairly unfamiliar word. Wherever their souls go after death, it would be a little too much to call it salvation.”
“Wouldn’t it be salvation if we went to heaven or something like that?”
“Heaven is also not a very common concept. Excuse me, do you have a separate religion?
“Yes? No. I don’t really have a religion, but they say that if you listen to a sermon on the street, you can go to heaven… I’m not familiar with that either.”

After talking for some reason, he suddenly started explaining the doctrine like an aunt (a church person) I met on a holiday, and I almost freaked out. I decided to speak moderately. I didn’t know much about religion or anything like that, and I wasn’t interested.

“…I don’t think there will be any pagans left in the present realm, but those who promise heaven are best not to be trusted.”
“Ah yes.”

As soon as she heard the word heretic, unknown goose bumps ran down her spine. Couldn’t it be that she suddenly cracked her head because of one wrong word? I quickly lowered my head to the floor. To put it simply, I closed my eyes.

“Um, do you have anything to pack?”

I looked at the floor with downcast eyes.

I pushed the remains away with my foot, not expecting much. If you tried to sell these rotten blades to the blacksmiths, it seemed clear that you would be immediately met with a nice swear word and a sharp knife. Maybe they’ll try to use my corpse to make an emille bell.

I looked around to see if there was a knife with jewels or something, but I couldn’t find anything like that of ordinary soldiers. After all, there is nothing worth money… It was very disappointing.

Meria seemed to have had similar thoughts, so she squatted and used her thigh bones to rummage through her remains of her. The kid just touches a human bone. Not even a branch.

“Huh? This…”
“Did you find anything?”

She seemed to have discovered something, and at that she asked without much hope. She was dark because she was thinking about the serious value of rotten leather. Recycling of rotten hides. That’s a clue to saving the Earth’s environment…

“This necklace.”
“Necklace!”

I screamed hysterically. What Meria grabbed and pulled out from the pile of remains was a long necklace! The color faded, so I couldn’t tell what metal it was. However!

“It was like that! I don’t know about the weapons, but the accessories might still be there!”
“Yes! That’s it!”

Copson did what I was about to say. Recovering great enthusiasm, we immediately searched the bone mound like moles. Is this an opportunity! The quick fortune shimmered in my eyes!

“If I had known this would happen, I would have beaten you a little!”
“I agree!”
“Ah, here it is. What kind of ring is it?”
“The state of preservation is not very good.”

I hadn’t had anything fun recently, but after a while, I found myself looking for accessories with a smile on my face. It’s a bit of a pleasure to rummage through human bones, but in this situation, any adult would grumble and rummage through skulls. Isn’t Elise like that?

“Found!”

After a long search, the party succeeded in plundering all the ornaments the skeletons had.

Valuables that their bereaved families would have laid aside for the afterlife of the dead long ago have been occupied by adventurers, graves robbers, who are like the incarnation of human trash.

“Hurray!”

I’m sick of motherfuckers!
I was about to dance, but took off my cloak and laid out the spoils on it.

“Now, put them all here.”

It was necessary to gather the goods in one place and distribute them equally. Since we all did it together, no one had to take special care of Plus Alpha. According to the adventurer’s law, what is killed is the responsibility of the person who killed it, but the case was different this time. You can’t tell who destroyed what. Anyway, the contribution was the same for all four, so there is no problem with en-bang.

As far as money matters, I had to make sure.

The party all laid out the items they found on the cloak. The number seemed quite right.

“…”

Um, how about it.

“I was so excited when I started collecting them, but seeing it this way…”
“Hmm, these are too old. Brass? Bronze? I don’t think gold would have tarnished like this.”
“Even this crystal necklace is all cracked. Is this dark pearl?”

When I put them all together, these trinkets looked like old junk.

Could it not have overcome the storms of time? It was smashed here and there, discolored, and rusted, so I couldn’t even tell what it was made of. All that remained was the form.

This is why you need to have an appraisal skill… This dude doesn’t have skill points. Fucking real. These fucking poor bastards. According to common sense, isn’t it supposed to give you a gold necklace when your family is dead? Even ignorance has its limits. Crazy ancient bastards.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s worth much.”

Elise shook her head. That’s what I saw. Still, if I go out and sell it somewhere, there will be a few coppers left. Following the tin cup and Mimic’s tooth, I acquired another japtem.

Leaving behind the disappointment, we moved forward again.

“Skeletons are never naturally created or created.”
“So you’re saying someone made it?”

While walking, Elise said. At that, Meria spoke first about what I was about to ask.

“Make a skeleton? If so, aren’t you an evil magician?”
“What? An evil magician?”
“Speaking of Necromancer. Wasn’t there such a thing in the barbarian’s neighborhood? The more I looked, the more things I didn’t know.”
“There shouldn’t be anything like that in my town.”

A necromancer is an undead wizard who revives the dead.
Elise’s words continued.