"Oh God oh God." He let out, huffing and puffing warm air.
He scuttled back from the lions and after a minute of blowing fire, they stopped and moved to their previous position.
"Oh sorry." The cat apologized.
"I won't be with you so as not to interrupt your progress, but I'll watch with your safety in mind."
Mark took his eyes off it and stood up, that had been close, too close. Any second later and he would have been burnt to a crisp, with regret soddening his heart.
He shook his head, trying to repel fearful thoughts and he treaded on, exerting more caution this time.
He looked to his sides with every step he took, darting his black eyes here and there, the weariness of that close to eating him.
Then finally he got to the door, it was a large door of gold with carvings engraved on it, they looked like they told a story as they occured in sequence, but Mark was too busy to care about it.
He looked back hopeful of the cat's presence, but it was there no more.
He then struck with arms and pushed the doors, sending them open. Soon as he did, an arrow soared through the air about to strike him when he shifted his head a little, and the arrow zoomed past him, leaving just a scratch on his cheek.
He didn't notice the arrow until it had cut him and struck the ground a few meters back. He froze, and worries about this not being a good idea stormed his mind.
'If I don't survive this, then how else do I intend to survive this world?' he convinced himself with his half baked reasoning and went inside.
"Wo…" he stifled his expression of shock and surprise as giant statues of humanoid knights donned in armour and steel swords lined down the path to the next door.
He was captivated by them, turning his eyes back and forth taking in the artistic miracle.
"You know, it would help to have a map." he said to himself.
"Just continue moving forward." The spirit guardian voice seeped into his mind.
He continued on, letting the temple's beauty pull him.
He was just a few meters away from the door when a giant sword of stone descended upon him.
"Oh…" he jumped back, missing the strike by a hair's length, but the blow shook the ground causing him to lose his balance.
He swiftly rose back up and created a distance between him and the great sword.
He looked on and saw that the last statues on both sides began to move from their spot as if they were alive and one had struck down at him.
Their legs lifted off the dais on which they stood, and they slowly walked forward, sword in hand and an intruder to rid off.
Mark swiftly ran behind a statue praying that it too doesn't awaken like the others and much to his luck, the rest didn't.
The large stone guards looked around for the little man and in their moment of search, Mark crept behind them and ran to the door immediately pushing it open.
He squatted his way into it and…
BOOOM
The doors shut themselves loudly ensuring Mark's safety from the stone giants.
Once the ringing in his ears abated, his eyes scanned around and behold, all in his sight was gold.
Mark didn't know what God Emon was, whether he was a god of fire, of might or perhaps a god of wealth which would explain the large presence of gold around but he did know that religious figures hoarding wealth wasn't a good look.
Perhaps Emon wasn't a good god, evil, greedy gods did exist.
He approached mindfully, cautious of his surroundings, a step at a time to the pile of gold at the wall of the room.
Once Mark got halfway across, he noticed the other doors on either ends of the large room but that was a problem for later. Right now, the coins and the chests littered across the heaps were his focus.
He finally got to the heap with no problems however, the room hadn't shown any traps yet, or maybe it had none, Mark was hoping for the latter.
He took a fist of coins and his eyes sparkled with greed and excitement, he was human after all. They were hard and they were cold to the touch.
[A number of gold coins is in close proximity] [Do you want to deposit them in the inventory?]
[Yes/No]
The answer was obvious, "Yes!" Mark answered and white light encompassed the coins in his hand teleporting them to his inventory.
[New items in your inventory]
He wore a bright smile.
"Let's see how far I can go with this skill."
He took another fistful and commanded it to his inventory and like the previous had done, it disappeared into it, and he did it again, and again, and again.
Then an idea struck, a light bulb lit up atop his large head.
"What if I place my hands on the whole thing? Will they all disappear into my inventory?"
"Your greed knows no bounds." The voice of the spirit warrior interrupted his roiling feelings of excitement.
A feeling of shame fell upon him and he became strangely aware.
"It's fine, all that's in the temple belongs to those who clear its trials. I never did take you for one with magical prowess, what spell is it?"
'What spell is what? What is it talking about?'
"The spell you're using on the coins, I suppose it's teleportation magic of some sort."
Mark stood befuddled at the spirit's statement.
"Wait… are you saying you aren't aware you possess magical ability or what you did wasn't magic?"
Mark didn't know how to respond, the system which had granted him the inventory was still much of a mystery to him, whether it was magic or not was something he was far from answering.