"What the heck, you're alive? How? Your whole body's burnt! How are you still alive?" The old man exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and disbelief as he stared at his charred form.
The Parasitic Blood began to spread through the old man's body. Unfortunately for the old man, luck wasn't on his side. Despite his age and the severity of his injuries, his level was only five, and he held a common class for managing the graveyard.
His burnt figure lay there, stretched out on the ground, his eyes locked onto the old man, almost urging him to give in to whatever was happening. Meanwhile, his skill called Parasitic Blood started doing its thing inside the old man's body. It was like this poison spreading, making his veins go all weird and green, and his whole body feeling like it was buzzing with some toxic energy. And you could see it in his face, the pain just getting worse by the second, his cries filling up the graveyard, tears rolling down his face.
The old man was in a panic, grabbing at his neck like his life depended on it, hands shaking with fear and agony. Gradually, his fight started fading, his breathing getting heavier until it just stopped completely. The fear can be see in his wide eyes, staring blankly ahead as his body went limp and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the silence of the night suddenly broken by the sound of his passing.
[Exp: 1000]
Just as the old man was taking his last breath, this weird popup suddenly showed up in front of him, offering him experience points. It was like he could see things more clearly in that desperate moment, realizing that what he needed most right then was to level up and heal his burned body, so he could get back to being a regular person, talking and moving like before.
Without hesitation, he reached out his trembling hand and selected the option to level up using the experience points.
[Level Up]
[Level 1->2]
When he decided to use those experience points to level up, it was like he went from being a level 1 to a level 2, and suddenly, this rush of energy just filled him up, fixing his magic and health, making him feel totally back to normal. But when he looked at his burned body, he saw that nothing had really changed. Even though he felt stronger and healthier, his skin was still all blackened and his muscles were still showing, like there was no sign of healing at all.
He felt this determination rising inside him, knowing he had to level up more if he wanted to completely heal his body. Even though he could move now and felt this new energy in him, he knew he still had a long way to go.
To hide his burned body, he put on the old man's black robe, but even with it on, his feet, hands, face, and neck still showed those painful marks. It was hard for him to move fast, but he kept going, not letting anything shake his determination as he set out on this journey to heal and start fresh.
"I need to bury this old man to erase any evidence of me," he muttered to himself, his voice a solemn whisper amidst the silent graveyard.
He took hold of the shovel, feeling determined, and started the tough job of burying the old man. With every scoop of dirt, he saw the body slowly disappearing under the pile, just fading away from view. Thud after thud, he packed the earth down tight, making sure the old man's resting spot stayed peaceful and untouched.
But it was tough going, way harder than he thought it would be, especially with his strength not what it used to be. Every move felt like a battle, each effort showing just how determined he was to keep going, no matter what. Even though it was tough, he kept pushing himself, driven by this need to hide who he really was and find a fresh start.
He looked around, eyes scanning from side to side, hoping to spot something familiar. Off in the distance, he noticed this old, beaten-up cabinet tucked among the trees. It took him forever to start moving towards it, each step feeling like a real effort, slow and careful as he headed over to check out the worn-down structure.
At last, he made it to the spot, feeling like it took forever. His hands were shaking as he pushed open the gate, making this sad creaking noise. Inside, there was just this faint flicker of candlelight, casting creepy shadows all over the cabinet's insides.
Over to one side, he saw a table, and there was this diary sitting right on top. He walked over, taking careful steps, and noticed the drawer in the table. When he pulled it open, he found a black mask and a roll of bandages
As he looked at the bandages, an idea popped into his head. He started wrapping them around his burned skin, taking his time with each one. It felt like with every layer, he was covering up all those old burns, like they were finally being hidden away for good.
Then, he put on the black mask, covering up his eyes. When he looked at himself in this broken piece of window glass, it hit him - he looked like some mysterious figure, all dressed in black with his eyes hidden.
He pulled out the chair, feeling this mix of excitement and nerves as he sat down, he was ready to dig into the secrets hidden in the diary. With shaky hands, he opened it up, and there it was - a list of names. Most of them were crossed off, like marks of their tragic end.
But then, as he kept reading, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Right there among the crossed-out names was his own: Tayang. It hit him hard, realizing what that meant. Each crossed-out name had another one written next to it, clear as day. It was like this shocking revelation that sent this shiver down his spine.
The diary was like this record of people who'd been killed, along with the names of the ones who'd ordered it. And now, here he was, finding himself caught up in it all, like some piece in this dangerous game of lies and betrayal. With every word he read, it felt like the weight of his situation just got heavier, dragging him deeper into this dark world of secrets and danger.