novelraw Chapter 90 : Chapter 90
Chapter 90 : Chapter 90
Chapter 90
I can say with certainty that the owners of these footsteps will not be friendly to me.
I ignited my fighting spirit.
It was an unexpected situation, but I had already grasped that things were not going my way even before entering this dungeon.
I even thought it was for the better.
There is a possibility that the owner of those footsteps is the one who took the flower, or someone deeply involved.
If I catch them and beat them, they will give up some information to save their lives.
I took a step toward the entrance.
THUD.
Perhaps because my combat boots were heavy, or because I was overly tense, my footsteps echoed unusually loudly.
Did the opponent hear my footsteps too?
The sound stopped.
Should I move first?
The moment I briefly hesitated.
TATATATATAK!
The sound of kicking off the ground became urgent.
The moment I realized that numerous individuals were rushing toward this place at once, I felt a slight shiver.
A normal person would instinctively be wary when encountering an unknown third party in such a space.
And yet, they were not like a dog wagging its tail and running toward its owner; the fact that they were rushing violently toward where I was made it seem like they were not people with normal thinking.
Since there was a high possibility that the opponent was a player or a Purity hero, I used the Eye of the Dragon.
However, the status that a hero should have was not visible.
At least, it meant they were not Purity heroes.
‘Are the heroes outside and only the soldiers sent in? No, there’s no way the Purity soldiers would rush in so disorderly. Just a simple band of thieves? But there’s nothing for a band of thieves to gain around here…’
No matter how much I wracked my brain, nothing came to mind.
I shook my head to clear my mind, which was about to get complicated.
I will find out the opponent's identity when I face them, so there is no need to think about it so hard that it gives me a headache.
I calmed my mind, glared at the tightly closed door, and prepared for battle.
And a moment later.
BANG!
I, who confirmed the enemies that appeared, pushing aside the old door, momentarily stopped my hand that was about to swing my weapon.
You know how a person's body freezes momentarily when faced with an unexpected crisis?
It was exactly that kind of situation.
And for good reason, because the things that kicked open the door were not people.
"Zombies...?"
The rotting corpses I had seen on my way here.
They were rushing toward me with their hands outstretched and their mouths wide open.
Undead.
They are regular guests who appear as a staple in RPGs based on fantasy.
Since D&K is also based on fantasy, it would not be strange for zombies and other undead to appear, but if that were the case, I would not have been so flustered to see a zombie.
D&K treats life very seriously.
No matter how much I cherish my hero, if they die, there is no way to revive them.
There are no resurrection spells that are common in general RPGs.
Death is the end.
Therefore, there were no undead monsters that defied the order of death through illicit means.
This was my first time encountering an undead of any kind.
"Ughhhhh!"
By the time I came to my senses, a zombie had already come right up to me.
The zombie's running speed was considerable.
Unlike the ones in the movies that threatened survivors at a slow pace, dragging one leg, the sight of them sprinting while scattering rotten flesh in the air was enough to induce fear in the viewer.
Just before its teeth sank into my shoulder.
I reflexively pulled my body back and swung my sword.
The sword, which had cut more than halfway through the zombie's head, lost its momentum and stopped.
"...Why is it so hard?!"
Zombies are usually treated as the lowest of the low among mobs.
The lowest-level monsters that can be dealt with in one blow, although numerous.
But the ones in front of me were different.
Of course, the previous blow was a light swing, but wasn't Ella 7 Sword a world-class famous sword?
The fact that it withstood the blow of Ella 7 Sword means that the zombie's durability is considerable.
Moreover, the thing was even tenacious.
"Kyaaaaaa!"
Even with its head half-split, the thing grabbed both my shoulders and tried to sink its teeth into me with all its might.
I kicked the zombie in the chest to push it away and at the same time swung my sword again to make sure I crushed its head.
Even after its head was completely crushed, the thing struggled for about 3-4 seconds before finally stopping its movements.
"..."
At this point, the whereabouts of the flower were no longer important.
It took more stamina than I thought to deal with one zombie, and even after killing it, I had to watch it carefully until it stopped moving.
That alone was tricky, but there were also a lot of them.
Right now, the ones that had rushed into the room I was in were five, including the one that was down.
If you add the ones in the corridor, it is hard to count their numbers.
The corpses I had encountered in the corridor on my way here naturally came to mind.
There is a high probability that those corpses are moving.
I was not interested, so I do not know exactly how many corpses there were, but one thing was clear.
Since the path was a single road, to get out of this dungeon, I had no choice but to cut down these many zombies with my own hands.
"I just came to check, but I ended up crawling into my own grave."
Hoping that this futile remark would not be my last words, I swung my sword at the zombie rushing toward me.
At the same time as the sword dug into the zombie's head, two zombies that had rushed in from both sides clung to my arm and shoulder respectively.
* * *
I move forward through the narrow corridor and swing my sword.
When I entered, I thought the corridor was quite wide, but my thoughts changed when I was in a situation where I had to face an enemy and swing my sword.
CLANG!
Again.
I failed to calculate the length of the sword again, and the tip of the sword scratched the wall of the corridor, leaving a long wound.
The blade was not damaged, but the speed at which the sword was swung slowed down, and the power it contained also decreased.
I swung the sword with the intention of cutting off the zombie's head in one blow, but the result was only cutting off about half of the zombie's head.
Two zombies, aiming for the short opening that was created as a result, squeezed in and tried to sink their teeth in.
I blocked the one coming from the left with Svalinn, but I could not react to the other one in time and had to give up my arm.
I felt the strength drain from my body along with the pain.
The Eye of the Dragon had been displaying the same message every time I was attacked by a zombie since earlier.
The only fortunate thing was that the worst-case scenario of being infected and turning into a zombie myself when bitten did not occur.
For now, I could hold on with my poison resistance and automatic recovery.
Although the zombies were surprisingly tenacious, their attack power was not strong enough to overcome my automatic recovery level.
The place was narrow, but this kind of a battle of attrition was my specialty.
The only problem was stamina.
"Phew... Heok..."
I was starting to run out of breath.
Cut, cut, and cut again.
That alone consumes a lot of stamina, but I was constantly being bitten and torn, and when poison seeped in, I fought the pain and regenerated, and then the rotten teeth would sink into the new flesh that had grown back.
In addition to simple physical labor, fighting the pain also consumed a fair amount of stamina.
‘How far is the exit?’
Perhaps because of the high stamina consumption, my head was not spinning well.
At first, I wondered how many zombies there were and counted the heads of the zombies I had cut down, but I became dizzy after passing 100 and gave up.
It would be nice if the light of the exit started to show soon.
Perhaps because morning had not come yet, or because the exit was too far away, the light was still not visible.
And one more thing.
CRUNCH!
"Damn it...!"
I felt a pain in my ankle.
I looked down and saw a zombie with no lower body biting my ankle.
Since it had no lower body, its movement speed was slow.
If this had been a wide field, a thing like this would not have been a threat at all.
But since the place was what it was, if I only paid attention to the ones in front of me, it was difficult to see these things approaching silently from under my feet.
No matter how much I had the automatic regeneration Authority, it did not nullify the wound and pain.
The pain slowed me down, and that in turn became a vicious cycle that hindered my escape from this dungeon.
I stomped on the head of the thing that was clinging to my ankle and crushed it.
Additional stamina was consumed in shaking off the thing that clung to my ankle even in death.
In the meantime, I cut off the neck of the thing that had closed the distance and swung my left arm wide.
The head of the thing that was clinging to Svalinn, unable to distinguish between the shield and flesh, was crushed between Svalinn and the dungeon wall and burst.
I thrust my sword forward, piercing the heads of two of them at the same time, and pulled out my sword to prepare for the next attack.
"...?"
I waited for the next attack with great tension, but I could not see any zombies rushing toward me.
Puzzled, I took a step forward and something hard caught the tip of my foot.
I thought it was a zombie, but it was not.
It was stairs.
Stairs leading to the surface.
"Finally...!"
A smile bloomed on my lips, regardless of my will.
The thought that I could finally escape this terrible place made my whole body feel full of life.
I forced my tired self to climb the stairs.
A faint light poured down from above my head.
It was moonlight.
At the same time as I left the dungeon, a wind blew.
It was still a wind that felt damp and unpleasant, but even that alone made me feel refreshed.
I had no strength in my body.
I leaned against the broken statue and looked up at the sky studded with stars.
"...?"
Something was strange.
It looked like an ordinary night sky, but I could not shake the feeling that something was strange.
What was the cause of this strange sensation?
After looking at the sky for a long time, I finally realized.
The moonlight was pouring down, but the moon was not visible.
It was as if a black curtain had been artificially drawn.
Uuuuuuuuuu...
The sound of the wind came.
No, at this point, it is foolish to mistake this for a wind sound.
This was the cry of a zombie.
If you listen carefully, you can hear footsteps from all directions.
"It wasn't just the dungeon."
The moment I realized that this entire ruined city was a den of zombies.
The hand holding the weapon trembled.
As if they had a special ability to sense the presence of a living person.
The sound of footsteps kicking off the ground began to get closer quickly.