"There's nothing that works here, we've checked almost every grave in this filthy crypt and all we found were rats, dirty and stinking rats which spend living and sleeping among corpses." The grave robber said without distracting himself from his own task of robbing the resting place of someone who had died long ago.
The distinctive clothing of a grave robber ranged from thick clothes to avoid rats, a bandanna to cover their heads from insects, thick leather gloves which they used with the intention of checking the tombs and to avoid cutting themselves with metals/glass and anything that had sharp edges in the tombs and a simple handkerchief which covered their faces which had the function of hiding the face of the thief of tombs at the time of being discovered with the hands in the place of rest of another person.
"As I understand it, this tomb has an ancient buried soldier who died of old age and was buried with all his things when he was active in the war. We just have to look deeper. The companion of the grave robber who was not visible at the time shouted in response.
The grave robber who was with his hands on what appeared to be Gael's tomb shook his head in denial and whispered some words in a low voice which could be heard by Gael.
"Damn it, this guy, I hope we find something here or I'm going to kill him when we get out of this tomb." The grave robber said.
Gael felt disgusted and nauseated to see someone like that standing in front of him, which was worse. He said he would kill his partner only because they heard the story of a soldier who died and was buried with his belongings.
Gael could no longer bear it and decided to act. The grave robber realized that the skeleton in front of him had moved slightly and by instinct or fear had decided to retreat, but it was too late for him, Gael, had his skeleton hand on his neck.
"Gahhh?!" The thief let out a groan that was quickly silenced by Gael's force to prevent his companion from noticing.
"It's disrespectful to touch someone else's things." Gael said, moving his skeletal jaw at that moment bringing the grave robber closer to his skull.
"Do exactly as I say and you will get out of here alive, otherwise you will only join those in these tombs." Gael said, having the grave robber a few inches from his own skull.
"...." Gael was squeezing that person's neck very tightly, so he was unable to respond with words, but he was able to respond by nodding his head up and down.
"I thank you for your cooperation, citizen." Gael said, moving the grave robber away from his skull, Gael felt some discomfort in moving and standing from what appeared to be his grave.
"Let's go where your friend is, if you scream once, I'll rip your head off your shoulders." Gael said, hiding behind the thief's back and placing his skeletal hand on the back of his neck, hiding it long enough for his companion not to notice.
"Walk, now." At the time Gael said this, the thief tombed firmly on his way to where his companion was until he stood in front of him, his companion was totally different from this one.
The companion of the thief of tombs was dressed in a totally different way, he was not wearing any of the clothes that were usually used in the activity of robbing tombs, a young man of approximately 23 years of age, black hair and with some clothes which seemed expensive, more than a thief, this seemed to be the son of a nobleman.
Gael at that moment felt nothing and the young man at that moment turned around realizing that his crime partner was behind him.
"Oh, what's going on? Did you find something valuable?" The young man said, but his companion at that moment did not respond, he just stared him in the eye, the young man at that moment felt a bad feeling and directed his hands towards his sword, but that was only a mistake which would cost him his life both.
Gael without hesitation at that moment used his free hand and with very little effort used his hand as a spear, through the chest of both grave robbers, right in the heart of both.
The young man could only observe without believing what was happening at that moment until he observed how behind his companion's head there was a skull peeking out, staring at him, but there was nothing he could do at that moment and both grave robbers died a few seconds later.
Gael withdrew his arm from the corpse of both dead thieves, dropping them abruptly to the ground and remaining silent watching his own skeletal arm without knowing what was going on.
{13 Experience has been gained}
"How did I get here? That's the real question here." Gael told himself, remembering that he had died in a hut on the outskirts of the city which nobody knew his location and neither did he know because he was buried in a crypt.
The crypts in themselves were sad and lonely places where the dead both rested and stood seeking revenge on living beings, which often happened due to wars where soldiers died constantly and in horrible ways.
The ghosts and skeletons were the most common creatures to be found in the crypts, a necromancer or a leech were found in the crypts which had been abandoned for many years and that these beings saw by chance as a perfect nest to settle and live practicing their dark arts.
Gael decided to review his own personal status which confirmed his power and also allowed him to see the power of any other living being, but for him the only thing he could observe was that something bad had happened.
Name: Gael
Gender: male
Status: Normal
Type: Skeleton/Undead
Class: Soldier
Rank: H- {Rank} has been restarted
Level: 1
Health: 55/55
Mana Points: 10/10
damage per second: 10
armor value: 10
Strength: 11
Agility: 21
Intelligence: 13
vitality : 30 {--can be increased--}
✧ Unique Skills
[Night Vision Lv 1]
All his experience in life, power and knowledge had disappeared and restarted, as if he had been reborn, which was worse. Gael, tried to remember the face of his mother, but this was not possible, the face of that woman did not appear in his head as if someone had ripped his consciousness from his body and cleaned and repositioned it with another body, the body of the skeleton was not even Gael's body.
Gael was not originally tall, but that body when looking down could notice the difference in height, Gael was confused, but I can remember that possibly he could be found by a necromancer who by pure chance found the hut and the body of Gael.
The simple fact of thinking that a dirty and malefic necromancer might have used his body as an experiment, made a very strange scalp cold run down Gael's spine, the simple fact of thinking about it made him ask himself how long had passed since he had died.
Gael at that moment remembered that necromancers were able to separate the consciousness from the cadavers who turned into living dead slaves and created jewels with those consciousnesses, jewels which kept an incredible power, at least if Gael found the supposed necromancer who had revived him. he would be able to recover his memories, the memory of his mother.
"...." the two grave robbers had nothing useful in their bodies, no healing potions, no really reliable weapons to be used in combat, the young man possessed a sword which was blunt and would be totally useless against ghosts and even more useless against other resuscitated skeletons.
"I guess I'll have to resort to the old methods." Gael said, closing and opening his skeletal hands and looking around at the large room in the crypt.
"I thought I might be able to rest, but it seems my war is not over yet." Gael said, beginning to walk to look for the necromancer who inhabited the crypt.