"Why are you disturbing my sleep at this hour, bastard?" I said, feeling very sleepy and tired from the fight with the bosses.
(Ah, okay. I made a plan to give you three a side quest to make you stronger. I think I will tell you later in the morning), he said, giving me a mental grin that I can't imagine.
I thought of opening my stats.
"Stats window, open."
[Name: Death(Real life name:.....)
Age:23
Str:15
Mana:250
Level:35]
I was a bit surprised at the sudden growth but pleased that My growth was very good.
But I was feeling sleepy, So I slept after seeing my status screen.
Later in the morning,
I woke up and stretched my arms wide in both directions. I tilted my head and saw Jacob was on Ryeomin's back and Ryeomin was doing pushups, sweat pouring from his body like a waterfall.
I took a towel from the desk on the side of my bed and handed it out to Ryeomin. Ryeomin looked at me as if wanting to size me up, I gave him a nervous smile and he took the towel with little to no interest.
"Won't you say thank you?" I teased him.
"Fuck you," he said, shooting me an annoyed look.
"Your attitude is like a demon" I pouted and looked away.
"Yeah, but you need to adapt-"
"Ryeomin look outside, " I said with a bit of worried look.
There was a person who looked attractive, with fair skin that could catch any lady's attention. However, his eyes and gaze resembled those of a demon.
I asked Kaimon to assist me, wondering if he was truly a demon, as he was writing this novel. I could sense him watching me from a device and typing to make me act this way. I asked Kaimon to assist me, wondering if he was truly a demon, as he was writing this novel. I could sense him watching me from a device and typing to make me act this way. I asked Kaimon to assist me, wondering if he was truly a demon, as he was writing this novel. I could sense him watching me from a device and typing to make me act this way.
"Kaimon, is that guy with fair skin and blue eyes shining like water a demon?" I asked.
(Yeah, he's a demon from ancient times. Be careful; he's level 100 and has very strong skills and fighting capabilities) Kaimon replied in my mind.
I delivered Kaimon's message to Ryeomin verbatim. Ryeomin seemed guarded upon hearing the news.
"We need to tread carefully with our plans," Ryeomin said, his crimson eyes piercing through the dim light as he fixed his gaze on me. The intensity of his stare seemed to hold a deeper urgency as if our future hung in the balance.
(Death, now that you've regained consciousness, I have a side quest for you) Kaimon declared with a blend of urgency and excitement in his voice.
(Completing it will significantly strengthen you, Jacob, and Ryeomin). Kaimon said as his words pulled my attention away from the haze of confusion, sharpening my focus as I braced myself for what lay ahead.
"All right, I'm ready. What's the quest?" I replied, a sense of determination swelling within me.
(You need to journey to a quaint village that lies just beyond the towering mountains to the southeast of the dwarven settlement where we currently reside) Kaimon replied, his voice resonating with a familiarity that brought back fond memories of my favorite teacher from tenth grade, Akinotori.
Akinotori was our physics teacher, and he had a unique approach to learning—he transformed complex concepts into engaging stories, blending physics with fiction, novels, and even anime. His imaginative lessons brought the subject to life, making each class a delightful adventure that sparked our curiosity and kept us eager to learn more.
One fateful day, he was involved in a tragic accident when a truck struck him, leading to his untimely death at just 34 years old. Despite his young age, he had already made a significant impact on our lives through his engaging and thought-provoking teaching methods. In honor of his legacy, we hung his picture in our classroom, a poignant reminder of the joy and wisdom he brought to his lessons.
Sadly, his funeral was attended by only a handful of us—his devoted students—because he had no family to mourn his loss. As an orphan who lived a solitary life, he left behind a profound absence that resonated with us all.
Throughout our time with him, he imparted countless valuable life lessons. He often encouraged us to strive to be better individuals, instilling in us the importance of kindness and integrity. He urged us to question the world around us, to seek understanding in every situation, and to never stop wondering why things happen as they do. His teachings have stayed with us, shaping our perspectives and guiding us as we navigate our own lives.
I made my way over to Ryeomin, who was engrossed in his training. He was drenched in sweat, his muscles glistening under the sunlight as he pushed through another set of reps. I could see the determination etched on his face, a true testament to his dedication. After waiting for a moment to let him catch his breath, I relayed Kaimon's message. As I spoke, Ryeomin's eyes lit up with a fierce, adventurous spark, brimming with excitement. He paused for a brief moment, then, with a confident smile, said, "Let's go." The thrill of the unknown awaited us. I made my way over to Ryeomin, who was engrossed in his training. He was drenched in sweat, his muscles glistening under the sunlight as he pushed through another set of reps. I could see the determination etched on his face, a true testament to his dedication. After waiting for a moment to let him catch his breath, I relayed Kaimon's message. As I spoke, Ryeomin's eyes lit up with a fierce, adventurous spark, brimming with excitement. He paused for a brief moment, then, with a confident smile, said, "Let's go." The thrill of the unknown awaited us.
"Are you ready to begin our journey to the village?" I asked Ryeomin, who regarded me with a contemplative expression. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the room, highlighting Jacob, still peacefully asleep on the bed, oblivious to our plans.
"Ouch, Ryeomin! What was that for?" Jacob exclaimed, jolting upright and instinctively rubbing the spot where Ryeomin had playfully hit him on the arm. His eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression.
"Wake up! We're going on an adventure," Ryeomin declared with a grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. It was the same thought I had been harboring, and seeing his enthusiasm was infectious.
"Fine, but there better be some good wine involved," Jacob replied, his face lighting up with anticipation. He glanced between us, clearly eager to join whatever escapade lay ahead. I couldn't help but give him a playful wink, knowing how much he loved a good drink.
Ryeomin, now clearly onboard, chuckled at our shared enthusiasm, especially since I had managed to cultivate in him a passion for good wine over the past few months. It felt like the beginning of a memorable journey, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.
We set off on our journey, heading southward, our destination being the southern gate of the Dwarves' village. As we approached, the gate loomed before us, an impressive structure standing around 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide, crafted from sturdy timber and adorned with intricate carvings depicting the dwarven heritage. Two guards stood sentinel at the entrance, their stout figures unmistakably dwarven, with glinting armor that caught the light. They regarded us with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity as we drew nearer.
"State your identities!" one of them barked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Calmly, we presented our Adventurer cards, each embossed with our names and unique insignias. The guards examined them closely, their sharp eyes scanning for any hint of deception. After what felt like an eternity, a mere three minutes passed before one of the guards nodded and motioned for the gate to open. With a heavy creak, the gate swung wide, revealing the world beyond the dwarven village.
Stepping through, we were greeted by the sight of a vast river, its waters shimmering under the soft light of the sun. The sound of the flowing river filled the air, mingling with the calls of distant birds. We hired a local boatman, who welcomed us with a nod and guided us to his sturdy vessel.
As we set off on our journey, the boat glided smoothly across the surface of the water. Our destination was a massive forest, known far and wide as the 'Vampire Forest.' The very name inspired a mix of intrigue and caution, for it was said that no sunlight could penetrate the dense canopy above. As we neared the forest, the trees grew taller and thicker, their twisted branches intertwining to create a roof of shadows. An eerie stillness enveloped us, hinting at the mysteries that lay within that dark, enchanted place.
It took us 2 hours to reach and within that time, I was sleeping, and Jacob and Ryeomin were making maps so that we wouldn't get lost.
Two hours later, we finally arrived at the foreboding entrance of the Vampire Forest. This dense, shadowy forest is infamous for being home to numerous vampires who dwell there in secrecy, hidden from the eyes of the outside world. As darkness falls, these creatures emerge from their hiding places, hunting animals with a ferocity that can only be described as primal. If they catch sight of a human, their instincts kick in, and they pursue their prey with the relentless drive of a starving beast.
Realizing the peril we were about to face, I turned to Ryeomin and Jacob, sharing the crucial information I had gathered. I explained our plan to protect ourselves: we would cover our skin with garlic, a substance that vampires detest. To this end, I had prepared extensively and brought along a hefty supply of 2 kilograms of garlic—more than enough for the three of us to safely traverse this dangerous territory.
Yet, our journey through the forest was not without its challenges. The most significant threat awaited us in the form of the vampires' formidable leader, a figure cloaked in legend and fear. Known widely as Dracula, his true name is Lord Verenthus Nightshade. Among those who spoke of him, he often goes simply by Verenthus, but his reputation inspires dread. As we braced ourselves to enter the woods, I knew that confronting the reality of Verenthus would test our courage and wits like never before. Two hours later, we finally arrived at the foreboding entrance of the Vampire Forest. This dense, shadowy forest is infamous for being home to numerous vampires who dwell there in secrecy, hidden from the eyes of the outside world. As darkness falls, these creatures emerge from their hiding places, hunting animals with a ferocity that can only be described as primal. If they catch sight of a human, their instincts kick in, and they pursue their prey with the relentless drive of a starving beast.
Realizing the peril we were about to face, I turned to Ryeomin and Jacob, sharing the crucial information I had gathered. I explained our plan to protect ourselves: we would cover our skin with garlic, a substance that vampires detest. To this end, I had prepared extensively and brought along a hefty supply of 2 kilograms of garlic—more than enough for the three of us to safely traverse this dangerous territory.
Yet, our journey through the forest was not without its challenges. The most significant threat awaited us in the form of the vampires' formidable leader, a figure cloaked in legend and fear. Known widely as Dracula, his true name is Lord Verenthus Nightshade. Among those who spoke of him, he often goes simply by Verenthus, but his reputation inspires dread. As we braced ourselves to enter the woods, I knew that confronting the reality of Verenthus would test our courage and wits like never before.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees, we made our way to the forest known for its vampire sightings. The evening air was thick with anticipation, and we knew this was the prime hunting hour for these creatures of the night. To protect ourselves, we carefully smeared garlic paste on exposed skin and rubbed it into our clothes, the pungent aroma wafting around us. With our hearts racing, we stepped cautiously into the darkened woods, fully aware of the dangers that lurked within the shadows. The rustling leaves and distant sounds heightened our senses as we prepared to navigate through this eerie landscape.
"Time to hunt some vampires," I said, looking at Ryeomin and Jacob who were ready to attack, their eyes filling with intense killing intent.
(Bonus)
Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and a happy new year to you all. May we see each other again in the next year. My pen name is Kaimon and today 'Death' will also congratulate you.
"Hello everyone, I heard that there's a happy new year in this author bastard's world. So happy new year," I said flashing a wink at the screen. "Ladies, I will be back next year, so don't forget me."
Well, 'Death' is really a troublesome main character that I have to help. And if he is insulting me, please let me know in the comments. Bye
Regards,
Kaimon