Disciple of Immortal

I was sitting on the floor with a wall on my back in a bloody labyrinth.

I still couldn't accept why this had happened.

According to the monster who called himself that slave of God, this was supposed to be the worst dungeon of the otherworldly low crore, The Hole of Hell (Coquitos).

Instead of killing me, he seemed to send me here as an evil hobby brutality show (at a time when I'm entertaining people's lives the most).

"... not if you're stopping. Anyway, we have to get out of here somehow..."

I tell myself.

According to Nialotope's story, this is where the horrible monsters are.

No need to stay long.

I don't know if there's any way I can get away with this, but I'm sorry I got killed without knowing why.

Nialotope didn't seem to give me any special powers after all.

But... he called it "Low Crore Language", "Status Check" and "Low Crore Language", which he first gave to people with different world metastases.

This might help.

The Low Crore Language is probably a common language in this world.

Nialotope is sending humans from Earth into this world for a show, he said.

It's not surprising that he was trying to give language skills to make contact with locals easier.

... Besides, the addition of language skills is not a different rare setting even in a cross-world metastasis novel that he explicitly said was inspired by.

"Status Check" is probably a powerful way to check my information and that of others.

I've read this one in that hand novel as well.

"…" Status Check ""

Let's use it on ourselves first.

I try to whine in memory to check my status.

There was something in my head that hooked me sensibly.

I had the feeling that this way I would be able to check my information, like when moving my hands and feet.

In my head, something like a game screen came up.

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"Canata Kambala"

Race: Ningen

Lv: 1

HP: 3/3

MP: 2/2

Attack: 1

Defense: 1

Magic Power: 1

Fastness: 1

Characteristic Skills:

"Low Crore Language [LV: --]"

Normal Skills:

"Status Check [LV: --]"

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Ho, it really came out.

I don't know the details because there are no comparisons to be made... well, it seems to be in the initial state, I know.

Nialotope also spoke level and mouth, but you really have that stuff.

This world has its own laws.

Will defeating demons raise the level?

I breathe and calm my head.

It's just outrageous, but you won't be able to survive unless you adapt.

There's got to be something alive.

There must be a horrible monster, but Nialotope had this mouthful as well.

"I can tell you clearly, it's a dungeon in the game. There are some of the finest items in the world and some of the worst demons in the world waiting for you."

Yes... there are probably powerful items and things to do here.

If we can get that before we come into contact with the demons, we might be able to outrun the crisis for now.

Then let's explore how to get out of here slowly and gather information about this world.

"Okay...... go"

I put my ear against the wall and slipped my feet so I wouldn't make footsteps.

It could be packed in contact with a single demon.

I have played a game of genre called Dungeon Exploration (Low Glike).

It is a basic stream to push through randomly generated labyrinths and gear up while defeating enemies.

By analogy, this is like being thrown into the deepest reaches of a dungeon in the early stages of dungeon exploration (low glike).

I know that if you are found by a demon helplessly, you will be punished with a single blow without the art of escape.

"You're turning your head unexpectedly. I don't know. I might be able to handle it..."

I realized that I was starting to get a little excited about this situation.

Optimistic is arguably one of my few virtues.

"Hmm...?

After walking for a while, I hit the end of the aisle.

A black decaying skeleton had fallen to the wall.

It emits a rotten odor.

It was creepy...... not so much grotesque.

Whatever the tragic body is, I've seen it at a funeral if it's bone.

And I thought I was lucky.

The bone held a golden sword.

Definitely a guy called Rare Items.

With this... I might be able to handle the demon when it comes out.

"Well, let me borrow you..."

I grabbed the sword and pulled it.

The momentum broke my skeleton and I jumped back.

... hey, I kind of feel sorry for what I did.

I tried to use "Status Check" on the Golden Sword... but it turns out that it would not be sensibly possible.

With his skills, he seemed to understand more intuitively how to handle it.

This is something that can only be used against organisms.

Maybe if I had something, another skill or an item I would know......

I tried to shake it lightly...... suddenly the golden sword disappeared.

"Eh."

Late, severe pain runs on my arm.

It's not just the golden sword.

My right elbow was gone.

"Gogo, Gogo, Gothirimus......"

On the end wall in front of me, he had a big mouth.

His mouth moved shittily, spitting out the bones of his much blackened arms and the golden sword.

- That's my arm.

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Race: Gratney Mimic

Lv: 1381

HP: 9027/9027

MP: 5919/5919

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I was checking his status.

The digits of the numbers were completely different than I thought.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

I held on to my eaten, chopped arm and ran in the opposite direction screaming.

"Gothic, narimashita......"

The voice of the inorganic Gratney Mimic echoes.

I was just around the corner, and I was down on the spot.

I thought I needed to get away more, but my knees are shaking and I can't move.

Palpitations were pounding hard.

My heart was going to come out of my mouth.

I was thinking warmly. Instead, I was deluding myself to think warmly.

This is a world that mimics games, but not the world of games.

I was inspired to deceive myself and stop being pointless, but if I die, that's where it ends.

I never had a chance to win.

This is their show.

I don't think I can beat that monster right now very much just because he had some kind of awesome weapon.

"Oh, you've been packing this since the beginning. You're too fucking gay..."

I don't want to do anything anymore.

I wanted to die lying on the floor like this.

"Bad, Chromal... Me, maybe not..."

As I rammed... something loud approached me.

Face up.

There was a human with no head, more than two meters.

Her skin tone was gray and she had a physique reminiscent of Li Shi.

On his abdomen, he had a big mouth open, even instead of his head.

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Race: Predator

Lv: 1821

HP: 9418/9418

MP: 5081/6054

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I knew it all along...... they only have really bad monsters here.

Now it's over......

I'm ready to die.