Deceased Trapped in a Game

2nd Floor – Lv.27 Fairies and Orcs (3)

The trail the goblins were moving did not appear to have been created in a day or two.

Perhaps if you follow along, you will come across something like a small town where wild goblins gather.

When I went, it was.

It was not large enough for the second floor level. At the very least, there are about a dozen more.

It’s more like a campground than a village.

It took quite some time to sort it out.

The battle didn’t last long. It was all about my fitness.

I had to rest a little before departure, and rest a little after arrival.

And after that, I had to rest a bit.

The hunter said as he sat down in an open field soaked in the blood of his masters between several huts.

“It’s going to be tough.”

“what?”

“It’s a matter of fitness.”

“It’ll be better now.”

There is almost no respect in those gazes.

This labyrinth is roguelike.

If you fall behind, you lose everything and go back to the beginning.

The criterion of that ‘first’ is the moment I first set foot in this labyrinth.

It is far from outdoor activities, and from my point of view, as I have lived without taking care of my health, it is like a lightning bolt.

After entering the labyrinth, he learned a lot of know-how on body care, but it is of no use when restarting after death.

“Always take one skill, then start with strength.”

Even so, the stats do not have as dramatic an effect as expected when they become reality.

Even if you level up a little and go up 1 or 2, you won’t be able to surpass a human right away.

You can still be a healthy human being.

“I have to work out hard. I’m tired of building a body now.”

“Are you building a body?”

“Oh, don’t you know? Apart from the stats, the actual body also affects the physical ability.”

“············”.

Silence as if he didn’t know.

Can not help it. In a labyrinth where life is light, information is the most important asset.

Even when they learn something, very few people easily confide in it.

Such a person may not know anything in the first place.

It is no exaggeration to say that more than 70% of the exiles never knocked on the door of the kingdom in such an environment.

Most of the time, they just sit moderately on a floor somewhere where there is no sudden death.

This middle-aged American must have been spending so much time somewhere.

Then, when they die due to unavoidable circumstances, they go back to the beginning.

I don’t think this is necessarily my fault.

I already know this world as a game though.

For those who do not, it is just a disaster, and they find a place to settle.

Humans are too weak to blame each weakness.

There were too many exiles who did not even dare to attack the labyrinth.

After taking a deep breath, I squirmed again and stood up.

“If you die and come back to life, you’ll have to suffer from muscle pain for a while. I need protein.”

The body that has experienced the intense exercise called battle tries to adapt no matter what. If you take good care of your nutrition, you will transform into a body that is not enviable.

“By the way, it is surprising that a power war came out on the second floor, but these things are in place.”

Near the goblins’ camp there was a familiar tree.

The open purple berries looked unusual to the pretense, and they were.

This is the fruit that belongs to the system.

They usually spawn around small groups of these monsters.

It exerts various effects when consumed, and the effect is random each time.

Even if purple was a poisonous fruit in the last world, I don’t know if it will be the same in this world.

There is no way to know whether it is an accelerated fruit, an invisible fruit, or a poison fruit until you try it.

The hunter picked a fruit. It’s a weird looking purple, like some popular cartoon devil’s fruit.

“Shouldn’t I check which fruit it is? Fortunately, I just got [Toxic Resistance].”

After closing his eyes for a moment, the hunter returned after taking the stats.

I just informed you that I had reached level 4 a while ago. I hunted a little more and caught people, so I am level 6.

It was after the hunter decided the direction of his growth without giving any advice.

It’s about doing what you’re good at. Having experience throughout the Ranger class means that you are familiar with the agility tree, or in other words, that’s all you can do.

No matter how light their lives, it is rare that they abandon the layer they have settled in and explore even through death.

The hunter was that kind of person, and I didn’t stop him when the weapon and the crossbow appeared.

I shook my head

“Have you ever seen a bomb fruit? If you eat something like that, you will die.”

Then, in a large number, I slightly pointed out the scabbard.

A little juice drips out.

“It’s a bomb fruit. It’s just the beginning.”

“The probability is not high. The power is about the same as [Explosion].”

“I’ve never seen magic so much, so I don’t get it.”

“Intelligence tree is atmospheric chronicity, so it’s good enough.”

It’s rare to find an idiot who climbs the intelligence tree right from the start. The wizard class is bad at the beginning.

At that time, the fruit began to glow red.

“Damn it. It’s real.”

I thought of my strength while throwing it away.

Eyes met with the hunter.

I quickly passed the fruit to him.

The hunter threw the fruit with all his might.

I screamed and threw myself away.

“Look down!”

Quang!

It was really dangerous.

Bomb berries will burn and explode as soon as damage is done to the berries.

The delay time depends on the degree of damage, so if you pierce it deeply, it explodes immediately.

I habitually set it to 5 seconds.

The fruit thrown by the hunter flew about 30 meters as an estimate.

Anyway, it was a fruit, so I was glad it wasn’t too heavy. There was no jamming in the middle of the tree.

The fruit that flew through the forest threw down the tree with a loud explosion and heat wave.

the ground shakes

I had to roll on the shaky ground.

Small scratches all over the body.

There wasn’t a single scratch on the goblin either. Oh my gosh.

“I almost died in vain like this.”

“Didn’t you think it might be a bomb fruit?”

“No, why did it come out on the second floor? There’s a power war and everything’s happening. Really.”

It’s grumbled, but it’s a possibility you should have thought of.

Although everything in the labyrinth is a variable, it is a constant as long as a reward is given according to the difficulty.

The fruits were objects that belonged to the category of rewards.

This is my mistake.

The two huts on the edge of the storm collapsed.

The tree has fallen and is on fire.

“Are you going to spread it into a wildfire?”

“It must be a dry day.”

The temperature is not high either. Some broad-leaved trees have colored leaves nicely, and it’s probably late fall.

However, it is drier than winter in Korea. There is a feeling that the fire is about to spread.

“Let’s get some fruits and go. We’re not going to live here anyway, so there’s no problem if we burn them all down.”

“The elves would hate it. They would almost kill us.”

“Do you have any proof that we did?”

“It’s not, though.”

“Then it doesn’t matter. They’ll put out the fire.”

The hunter made an impression.

* * *

A total of 5 fruits were harvested.

It’s inconvenient compared to the [Explosion] scroll, which can instantly explode where you want it to be if you tear it, but its power is unbeatable.

“This is very precious. It’s throwing magic at no cost. [Fireball] is weaker than this too. You know?”

“I know it’s not something you can use to feel like a grenade.”

The grenade is more deadly than the pure explosive power of the fragments scattered by the charge.

this is not

With pure tyranny alone, the radius of death is as large as that of a grenade.

With a little bit of luck, they both just died.

“You have a lot of valuable experience. In many ways, you’re not on the level of the second floor. I’ll believe it even if it’s after the tenth floor.”

“I think so too.”

“This fruit is not necessarily good news, because giving such a good thing also means that there will be some use for it.”

“Is that so······.”

I moved and opened a mind map. One stat point is given per level.

[Flashing Dagger] was enough for me to use right away, so I did not pull out a skill by connecting one branch completely, but splitting my power.

Without skills, he is confident that he can solve most problems with just the skills he has on his body.

What matters is the stamina to execute it.

Even if it was difficult to feel it, the interval between breaks on the way back was slightly reduced.

The muscle pain that came when I woke up was unavoidable, but it did get better.

The hunter easily turned back, following the mark he had left.

I too have that kind of talent to some extent, but it is bound to be different from the skills I have already learned outside the labyrinth.

When chasing in any round, the reliance on skills is greater.

It’s an inappropriate world to learn something new when you easily become a superman.

When the familiar geography of the fountain began to appear, all I could do was go and lie down.

Let’s rest today. whole body creaking

My wrists, which I never touched except the keyboard and mouse, were so thin.

There is probably not much difference compared to that high school girl.

However, when he found a striking trace of a battle at the entrance to the fountain, that thought was swept away.

said the hunter in a hoarse voice.

“There are bloodstains too.”

“There are arrows stuck in the tree over there.”

“It’s a delicate arrow for a green skin. It seems to have been discovered by a fairy.”

“There are weapons that fairies don’t use. The scar on that tree looks like an axe. It might be an orc or an ogre, but in terms of size, it’s an orc.”

It was clear that all the circumstances were pointing to.

I don’t know, but Sam was attacked.

How many hours has it been since you arrived on the second floor? four hours? But it doesn’t make sense to ask how it could be.

It’s a fact that happened right in front of you.

I put the shotgun to my side and ran. The hunter also inserts a mace and takes out a crossbow.

This is not the time to save.

If there are still enemies in the fountain, treat it as a raid.

The life or death of the girl is unknown, but it was clear that there was fierce resistance.

Maybe he’s injured, ostracized, and hiding somewhere.

Even for recovery, it was necessary to secure the fountain again.

If you’re in an ambush for the girl who will return from the inside, you probably wouldn’t even think there was a fighter weapon.

Fortunately, the shotgun was a weapon that could be shot to death at any time.

The lush grass that covered the entrance to the spring was also cut down. I slid and slipped into the entrance to the narrow spring.

If seen from a low position, aim and grind immediately.

The hunter followed slightly from behind, as if covering.

There was a popular Aiming the gun with one breath and firing…

“Huh? Why are you coming in like that, Mister?”

I was going to do it.

“What is this again?”

“Huh.”

I muttered with no energy in my sliding posture.

The hunter who followed them groaned as if they were startled.

Inside the fountain was a fairy and an orc tied with ropes.

Before I set off, I used up the rope I had twisted thrifty.

Both of them are like wrapped gifts by how much they are tied together.

“Ah, I didn’t know how to do the puppet, so I just wrapped it around. Hehe.”

The girl smiled and answered how she interpreted my faint gaze.

He looks fine now, but his uniforms were cut or torn, so he could tell that he had fought a fierce battle in his own way.

“No, not that. Explain why they’re tied up here.”

The girl proudly replied.

“I was passing by, so I was looking for something, and they ran into me.”

“So you both beat them and subdue them?”

“You’re hurting me. I let go of the knife.”

I turned my head to look at the hunter, ignoring the crazy girl.

It was as if the dim eyes were looking somewhere far away.

I thought maybe I would be the same.

As she straightened her head again, the girl approached her with her eyes twinkling like a puppy wishing for praise.

I thought about it for a bit, and then praised him for doing well.

Better than being caught.