Are you the Devil of the Labyrinth

Where my gaze stops, there are dead men in costumes that remind me of the Middle Ages. They carry old longswords on their waists, and the chain mail they're wearing is not the most modern piece of equipment.

I can see things in the movies. If you look at it, anyone will realize that this is not the world they know.

Among the bodies, there was a woman dressed strangely lightly, even among armed men. Unlike those holding swords and shields, it was particularly noticeable whether it was due to the heterogeneous state of light attire.

It was a young woman holding a staff covered in a thin lobe. The staff never seemed wearable, and Robe also seemed uncomfortable to move.

Perhaps, he was a man of the priesthood class.

At the end, her body inside the robe was torn apart and filled with traces that seemed to have been cut to pieces. The dark white liquid is probably what I think it is.

Her last one wouldn't have been so good. It was impossible for adventurers to feel compassion for humans. It's as if the Germans of the Nazi era were looking at the Jews.

There are horribly dead human corpses, but my gaze at them is still dry. It's not that big of a touch. All of them must be fairies' fantasies anyway.

Maybe it was a disaster that had actually happened before. But that must have been a long time ago. Just as I don't mourn for what I used to do, so do I.

What came into my eyes now was the stuff they had.

Though there is blood on it, and there are many signs of damage, worn armor can be seen. Chain mail was the most tempting of them all. It's thick, but if you think you can save lives with it, you won't be able to wear it. I also liked the crossbow that was on the floor. There were no crossbows among the weapons given at the beginning of the tutorial.

A special weapon that can only be obtained here. I don't know how many people are going to take it.

And most of all, all I care about is the compass and map those bodies will have. I don't expect the kids who were busy running away to get the right stuff from the corpse.

I will look hard for the body to find the map and compass when I know the reality properly later, but for now it is a bit far away.

However, there was an event that I had to go through first before I could retrieve the item from the body. It is now difficult for players from all over the world to fully understand the reality of a corpse.

So here is an event prepared by the fairies.

‘Do I have to see you again? ’

It was me who knew what it was, but it felt difficult to avoid it. As I sighed and tried to give up, smoke soared among the corpses and struck me.

I didn't deny it because I knew it wasn't a life-threatening attack. Then a message window appeared before my eyes.

[Take a peek at the fragments of memory left by the dead.]

Piece of Memory. I haven't experienced that much either. However, peeking at this means peeking at the memory of those who killed as it appeared in the message window.

I think we should be able to feel what they experienced just before they died. It's like dreaming in the senses, and it's not a very pleasant experience.

In the end, no matter how you wrap it up, it will share the experience of the moment of death. It can't be good to experience the senses of death. If you like it, it's obvious there's a mental anomaly.

When the piece touched my body, I had to lose my senses and feel a bad feeling of being rich in the air.

But I did not resist that sensation and accepted it as it is. Then something spread around me was a battle scene full of screams. It's not a reality, but it's not a lie.

“Don't run away! If we don't deal with them here now, they'll keep sticking around! Fight!"

A man with a sword and shield painted his whole body with blood, who doesn't know who he is, screams at the castle. I could see humans lifting their heads as if they were tired of the sound.

Two eyes on the pitchfork line. How long they haven't slept, their eyes turn red and their cheeks turn as humble as a skeleton. A man's height, thought to be the head of a party, seems to regain his former glory, but it doesn't seem to be much of a change.

‘The situation is too unfavourable. I can't do this either. ’

“Too many Goblins. Captain!"

“Hang in there! Hang in there! ”

Dozens of Goblins surrounded them. They melted naturally in the darkness that the forest was holding, as if they only saw skilled assassins.

Cross swords and swords, raising shields to stop arrows from popping from all sides.

But at the end of the raining of an arrowhead, a human collapses. With it, the balance seemed to have fallen and the fight was drastically drawn to one side.

There is a gap in the faction. That too is a critical gap. Goblins stumble into the gaps and begin to torture them even more brutally.

“Argh!”

The clandestinely moving Goblins took turns killing humans. They were skilled adventurers chasing humans who fled after losing the war, and they were too tired to sleep for a few days.

A fight that started disadvantageously from the beginning. The flow was not something one man could change on his own, and the end was set. The party leader looks miserable at the dying party members.

Seeing his dying comrades, the party leader mourns with a look of tears rather than anger. Sadness precedes the death of a colleague rather than anger.

"Ah... ah...!"

One day, the party leader, who is left alone, shakes his neck and vomits grief.

Ugh, there's only one party leader left. Goblins began to appear boldly around him, without hiding one's popularity. Is it because of your conviction of victory?

Looking at the crying man, the Goblins send a mocking glance.

You think you can escape from us? Stupid humans.

Cyrillic. The bounty on these things is 100 gold. Captain.

You're telling me that man is dead enough? If you did well, it could have been even a name.

Minor stories flowed from them, and the gaze of a man began to grin. The Goblins are clearly cautious, but they are not a factor for reversal.

Dozens of Goblins run to a human. I've dealt with a single man with a shield, but he's a meaningless ballerina. With a dagger stabbed in the arm and leg, and multiple arrows striking the back stem, the man ends up on his knees. The fight is over.

The memory ended with a man vomiting blood and looking at the bodies of his colleagues who were fallen around.

“Still not my favorite memory. ”

It's like he's been through a fight that day. The dorsal trunk is shivering in chills. As I watched my hands trembling endlessly, I burst into laughter and began to retrieve things from the bodies.

I took off the chain mail from the first dead man and put it on me. Then we search the body for compasses and maps.

While searching for compasses and maps, I was able to retrieve potions for a priest who had been beaten to death by Goblins. It wasn't a very good quality potion, but at least it could give you the strength to move once more in an important fight.

It was clear that the players who had previously discovered this place had just looked at the memories before and quickly turned their steps elsewhere. I can't believe you're moving without even recovering the potion. It was when he thought about it and was continuing to search the body.

I frowned on my eyebrows. Compass and map not found. If you're looking for the body, you'll come out. There was no way for fairies to make mistakes, so the answer was one.

‘Who took it? ’

I lifted up my body with my knees bent, kicking my tongue small.

Chalk.

The heavy sound of loading the crossbow echoes through the forest. I looked around for a moment. I felt like the Goblins wouldn't pop out right away in the darkness of the forest.

.. probably because of the memory I just saw.

But the forest was still quiet. Without the slightest sound of someone sneaking out of the bush, the forest remains silent and has a gloomy atmosphere.

“Let's keep going. ”

As I murmured and carried a loaded crossbow on my back, I left. I decided to go after the kids a little more.