Chapter 11
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*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*(this is the sound of william running)
William thought in his mind as he ran.
I am a coward.
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When I first entered the dungeon my endurance and strength were my greatest stats and with my talent in the sword anyone else in my place would have chosen to be a swordsman.
But I chose to be an archer instead.
Why?
Because....
I didn't wanted to get hurt.
I didn't wanted to experience that pain again.
I didn't want to die....
Is it bad that I wanted to live?.
Is it wrong to want to live? Is it wrong to cherish your life in a dungeon filled with monsters and not take risks?
*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*
I don't know.
I suppose that it depend on the perspective really.
But as I rememberd the smiling face of Dylan I start having doubts.
*Tap*----*Tap*-----*STOP*
"I can't..."
*Huuuuh*haaaah*
I take a deep breadth and let it out as my eyes lit up with a new determination.
*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*
'I can't just abandon them'
I make a silent remark to myself as I turn around and start running back.
[Note- read carefully from here on as the past and present scenes will be clashing with each other]
Why does this seem familiar?
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My vision changes with every step that I take.
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My surrounding changed to a broken school corridor when I took my left step and then it comes back to the dungeon walls when I take my right step.
*step*--*step*
I slow down a little as the hard dungeon floor gets replaced by a stone cold floor.
*step*--
the exit to the cave gets replaced by a closed classroom door with 'XI-A' written on it.
I reach out my hands and push through the door.
"------------"
A floor littered with blood enters my vision.
and as I look at the middle of the classroom.
*Clank*
My arms loose strength as my weapon fells down with a clank.
*Thud*
My legs gave in as I fall on my knees.
Tears start forming at the corners of my eyes as I look at what's lying in the middle of the floor littered with blood.
A blood covered figure of Dylan/Rahul.
'Thanks for the help kid"(Dylan)
'Hey XXXXX can I copy your homework?"(Rahul)
'You know I've killed a minotaur before--hey hey I'm serious so stop laughing OKAY!!!!"(Dylan)
'XXXXX let's bunk the next class okay....wait don't go to the teacher it's a joke man a JOKE'(Rahul)
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'Dont waste your life seeking revenge...'(Dylan).
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*ROAAARRRR*
I stare blankly through the ceiling of the broken classroom and see the cause of my friends death.
A Dragon.
*Screech*
A moment later the dragon is replaced by..
A horde of Giant Ants.
As the memory of my past and my present comes together a rush of sadness comes flowing out.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA"
'I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorry'
I shout out while keep repeating the same line in my mind.
I tightly shut my eyes as I say in my mind.
'I don't want any of this....'
*RUMBLE*
It was AT this moment that something which had always been inside of me REACTED.
*RUMBLE*
The world stopped moving.
*RUMBLE*RUMBLE*
All of the colours are lost.
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And within this colourless world without anyone noticing a change starts taking place within my status
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Skills-:
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*Swordsman- I
*Basic archer- I
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A skill which was ignored by everyone.
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Skills-:
' '-(??)
*Swordsman- I
*Basic archer- I
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A power which is not given to me by anyone but is mine and mine alone....
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Skills-:
' Authority'-(??)
*Swordsman- I
*Basic archer- I
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Was shaking like never before.
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Skills-:
'Transmigrator's Authority'-(??)
*Swordsman- I
*Basic archer- I
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You have acquired the skill [Cold Blooded-(S)]
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Colours returned to the world.
*Screech*
The world started moving again.
The process which looked like it took hours was in fact completed in an instant.
Everything returned back to how it was.
Except when I once again opened my eyes tears no longer came out.
No hatred, No pain, No suffering....
All that's left are those crystal clear eyes filled with...
Indifference.
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