Dream Life

At the request of Professor Kittry Erbain, he was searching for ancient sites in the Aquila Mountains. He found the path the Imperial Army apparently went through, and as he followed it, he discovered a small cave.

Upon examination of it, there was a rift that led to ancient ruins, which were to be explored by all.

The first place I went in was made like a classroom or conference room, with three doors. There are two sliding doors, each connected to the same corridor, but I don't know where the door on its right side leads.

"Which way do you want to go from here," he confirms to Mr. Kitley.

"Right. Let's start with the smaller one's door. It's a lot like a warehouse."

"Copy that. Is there ever a trap set on the door," he said.

"Basically, there's no trap. It's often locked."

When Dan hears that, he says, "I'll open it," and he goes to the door. "Be careful," cried Beatrice, laughing nicely and nodding small.

"I stand beside the door. Beatrice needs to be on guard from a little further away. Sharon is covering for Beatrice. Liddy and Mel ask for perimeter alert."

That's all I have to say, they're scattered right into each holding area.

I tried to stick it next to the door and waited.

"Then I'll open it," Dan says, hanging his hand on the door knob. Instead of touching it unwrought, however, she tapped it gently with a knife to see if there were any traps.

For now, you decided there was no danger, grabbed the door knob and said, "Open it!" and twist the knob.

Nothing in particular, there was a noise of chatter and the door slowly opened in front.

One breath and then a peek in the back, but like Mr. Kitley said, it felt like a small warehouse, and there was just a shelf to make.

"It looks fine," I said, Mr. Kitley approaching with cautious footsteps. I'm just used to site surveys and I don't do anything that goes unwrought.

"Zach, you follow me. Dan, you wait here. The rest of you, Zach, can keep your instructions."

When I say that, I go inside with vigilance. Both me and Mr. Kitley, who is an elf, have a good night's eye, so we don't need lights, but we follow them with light magic props so that we can see the situation from the outside.

(Does it feel like a "prep room somehow”? Even so, all I know is that it's a school from the Showa era, so maybe not...)

There are a number of lightweight boxes like cardboard boxes lined up on the shelves, and Mr. Kitley confirms them in a familiar way.

Most boxes are empty, but from time to time, binder-bound paperwork appears.

"I wouldn't normally bring it back, but I'd appreciate it if you could put it in your storage magic"

"I don't mind. I'll put it in as soon as I can."

That said, I open the box and put the contents in the storage magic (inventory).

It's mostly paper with pointless letters in it, but sometimes, writing devices like sign pens also come out.

"It feels like a classroom storeroom or something. I wish I had left the material..."

I opened all the boxes, but there was still no big deal.

"Well, let's go out in the hallway."

"I'll scout with Dan first. Wait a minute."

That's what I call Dan, and I open the sliding door.

The hallway was also a glossy floor like black mighty stone, with no windows or lighting. When I turned on the magic props of the lights and checked, there were a number of doors and windows made similar to the one in the room I am in.

"There's nothing unusual in the hallway," Mr. Kitley says, peeking into the hallway from beside me.

"You have the same room going on. Apparently, this was a school."

"That sounds like it," he replies, "but I'll also tell him that there are time constraints.

"I'm only about three hours away because I'm not going to camp here, but what are you going to do?

Ms Kitley showed an atmosphere of dissatisfaction with the three-hour limit, but immediately acknowledged whether she remembered that the occasion was dangerous.

"Right. Similar rooms just open the door and check inside, I'd like to move on back. 'Cause this looks like a hit site."

My voice is playing when I say "hit” and I get the feeling that it's fun and I can't help it. I guess I know I'm a hundred dangerous things myself, but as an escort, I had to laugh bitterly.

"Copy that. But we'll open the door."

Dan and I go down the hallway ahead of each other. Open the door to confirm, but nothing in particular just followed three rooms made like a conference room or a classroom.

Plugging into the corner, looking in the back, there were two different open doors than ever before.

The two of us also check that door, "no traps, no keys," Dan reports.

Mr. Kitley nodded, so slowly open the door.

It smelled slightly nostalgic from inside. It smells of ink, paper, and a hint of mold.

Inside it is twenty meters wide and thirty meters deep or more, with many bookcases lined up there. Looks like we found the library.

"That's an amazing amount of books! I've never seen so many books left!

Mr. Kitley is excited.

It's certainly an amazing amount of books, and I have no idea how many tens of thousands there are. However, it cannot be read because the letters of ancient civilisation have become meaningless under the influence of information pollution.

When I tried to point that out, "look for a book with lots of maps and pictures," Ms. Kitley said.

(I see. Drawings and paintings don't help, even with information pollution...)

After checking safety, we all headed to the bookcase. Because there was absolutely no danger so far, I thought it would be more efficient to split up and look. Instead, it takes too long to just look appropriately with too many bookcases.

"Let me know as soon as you have a picture that looks like a map! If there are any other paintings that look interesting, I'll leave them in place, Zach, and I'll have them recovered by you."

Everyone will hear you, but we were a little drawn to Mr. Kitley's tension.

(This guy was the same researcher as Dr. Raspade...)

I take the bookcase book with that in mind, and it turns flat.

The bookcase I chose seemed to be a plant or agricultural relationship shelf, with many pictures, photographs and graphs showing how plants were growing. There is a book in it that looks like a drawing and throws it into storage magic (inventory).

I looked into it for about thirty minutes, but there's no sign of it ending. I had trouble collecting it when something happened, so I decided to collect the book I had chosen first.

But I still wonder what kind of book it is while I collect it. As a result, I peek inside. It feels the same as moving.

"I'll show you later, just think about cleaning it up now"

Mr. Kitley, who should be more enthusiastic, noticed me.

"I'm sorry," I honestly had to apologize.

In another half hour or so, all bookcases were checked.

The book chosen by the seven of us will be about a thousand books and throw it into the inventory unwrought.

Meanwhile, Dan and Beatrice said they were going to scout around and walked out the door behind the library room.

"Glad you could make it. Never before have you got so many books in such good condition. This place is really worth it. I'll give up today, but I'll be back tomorrow."

Unlike the usual calm feeling, he spoke with all his strength.

"Something's coming!" and suddenly Liddy raises a warning voice.

I was about to say, "What..." I felt like a chill, and shortly afterwards, Beatrice and the others came back in a hurry.

"The ghost herd is coming! That's an unusual number."

I immediately said, "I'm going back to my room!" He pulled out his sword and ran out.

If it's just us, we might be able to work it out with the performance of the armor, but Mr. Kitley's armor doesn't have a misrill coating. We need to get out of here as soon as possible, because if the Ghost installs us, we'll be deprived of life.

Liddy and the others follow me, but I just had to stop where I left off in the hallway. The Ghosts were already overflowing the hallway. Even us strong on the undead are too many to forcibly break through.

"What are we going to do?," Liddy asks, "but I can't think of any other route to escape.

"There was another door in the next room. We haven't confirmed where we're going, but it's definitely connected to the hallway."

That's what Dan screams and leads us.

Running into the classroom next door, there's still no ghost there, and it takes a breather.

"It's that door. Shall I check first?"

"No, I don't have time. Let's run through it all at once," he dismissed Dan's suggestion, and I'll take the lead and start running.

Running, towards Liddy and Mr. Kitley,

"You might use the magic of purification. Build your heart so you can use it at any time."

The magic of purification is an effective magic against the undead. I can purify and buddha my hate-stained soul. Especially effective for low-lying undead such as Ghost, who also considered stopping and purifying everything at worst.

I don't do it from the start because I don't know how many.

Me and Liddy and Mr. Kitley are both high-ranking users of light attribute magic, and hundreds and two hundred ghosts can be easily purified.

But I feel so much hatred that I don't think it's just the Ghost. Even the first chills I felt were not something hundreds or so of ghosts would emit, but now they are stronger, at least a few thousand, enough to convince me that there is also a mixture of the top Necromancer (Specter) and the more powerful Necromancer (Rich) classes.

When I went out into the hallway, I saw Ghost. It sprinkles with thoughts like a deaf voice and feels stronger than a normal ghost. But the fact that we're still small and the sword we have is powerful makes it easy to defeat Dan and me alone running the lead.

The hallway suddenly broke off and became a stairwell. There are stairs to go up and down, but I can't tell which way to go. Mr. Kitley's voice sounds as he tries to look back.

"Head downstairs!

Respond immediately to that instruction and head downstairs.

I wasted no time asking why, so I didn't know why she chose to go down there, but maybe she knows some kind of law because she's an expert on ruins. I think so, and I run down to the bottom all at once.

In the meantime, the Ghosts attack one after the other.

"Why are you alive? ',' Be friends, 'in the childlike thoughts of' Let's play together ',' Die! Die! ',' Suffer! Suffer! ',' Hate! Hate! Hate! 'The idea of hatred mixes.

I got that cluttered thought, I felt a blunt pain tightening my head, and my thoughts felt blurred. Dan has a bitter look when he looks beside him, and the five behind him are equally distorted in the face.

In addition to the Mithrill-enhanced protective gear, I am so influenced by my mental tolerance that over time it will be unsavory.

"God of light (Lucidus), who commands all the light of the world. Pay for the darkness of your heart with your glowing power. I will not give you the power of my life. It's a clean light! State Recovery!"

I activated the magic of recovery.

When the soft light envelops us, the pain until then disappears once and for all. It seemed so strongly malicious that even Mithrill-based protective equipment could not be defended.

I can hear Beatrice saying, "Thank you,"

"I'm still coming from behind!" Mel's voice blocks it.

The hallway continued again as we cut down the stairs. To the left and right of that hallway, a classroom-like room continues, with the Ghosts attacking through a sliced glass window.

"Liddy, please purify (prefix) the magic while running!

Instruct Liddy as he slashes the wrapping ghost with Adamantite's sword.

Without responding to me, Liddy started casting spells.

"God of light (Lucidus), who commands all the light of the world. Wrap yourself holy, and lend me the coat of light. I will not give you the power of my life. Give your filthy soul a glow of misogyny! Purification!"

A brighter white light than the magic of earlier recovery illuminates the hallway.

Ghost trying to get out of the window disappeared to shrivel in that light.

Five minutes would be the limit to maintaining this output with Liddy's magic. It is a bad condition, especially while running, and you should think that you can only use about three minutes.

Thinking about that, I plugged into a crossroads.

"Which way should I go! shouting," Mr. Kitley said, "Go left!" He shouted back.

Turning left as she instructed, there was a large kannon opening door.

I think I've arrived at the exit, and I'm going to be relieved, but the Ghosts are still gushing out of the back.

"It's locked!" To Dan's cry, "Mel said," Get out of the way!, "he jumped out.

As Dan rushes off, Mel, who stood in front so that he could be replaced, waves down the magical sword of Adamantite that wrapped the blue light around him, as if breaking the door completely.

The door was slashed diagonally and slowly opened because of the cleavage.

"Yay!" Dan screams, "but soon he says," It's not an exit! "and raise a voice of dismay.

Worse still, it overflowed with strong temper from it, and I felt there was a stronger undead than ever before.

"The exit should be up ahead! If we take him down, we should be able to escape!

At the tip of Mr. Kitley's finger was a huge chunk of black chi. That was not a stand-alone undead, but something the Ghost could have done by gathering together.

The hunk of temper stretched out its tentacles like it had cemented the darkness and attacked it.

"I'll magically defeat you. Mr. Kitley has the magic of purification on Liddy's behalf! Sharon shoots fire attribute magic in me. In the meantime, I'll shoot in the magic against the undead."

From the experience of struggling with Vlad Varonos, king of the dead (undead) who attacked the village, he was conducting research on whether he could make powerful anti-undead magic.

Use the resulting magic this time.

"God of light (Lucidus), who commands all the light of the world. Give me the power of your judgment. I do not give my life to you..."

While I was casting my spell, Sharon shot in the magic of the Jailfire Spear (Hellflame Lance). But it doesn't look like he took a lot of damage just by erasing some of the chunks of chi.

Dan and Liddy release an arrow with a misrill arrow, but that also does little damage by just erasing some of it.

I look sideways at such a sight and put more magic into it.

"... judge God on the filthy! Judgment of the God of Light, Judgment of Lucidus!

A strong sense of weakness strikes at the same time as they take about half their magic power. But in exchange, the dazzling light that reminds me of the Midsummer Sun fills the room.

The black arm that extends from the lump of temper receives its light and vanishes to evaporate. Furthermore, the lump of light that was shining with my arms slowly began to move forward, towards the main body of the temper.

The deafening scream of 'Gaaaa!' echoes directly into the brain. But it soon disappeared and there were no signs of undead around.

The magic I used this time is arguably the ultimate versus undead magic, a condensation of the undead's weakness, the purifying power of light. As a result, there is little physical attack power, other than undead, which has only an eye crushing effect, but an open location can wipe out a wide range of undead at once.

When the light subsided, there was no lump of temper there, and one demonic crystal stone of the dark attribute had fallen. I felt once again that they were opponents of first-class size and not easy to beat once they had fought properly.

Where I could not see in my temper, there was a large door.

"If you remember me, you can get out of that door."

Everyone runs to Mr. Kitley's word.

All of a sudden, the sound of a ground beep called Gogogo echoed from the whole building.

"The ruins will collapse! Hurry up to that door!

I don't know what it is, but it doesn't make a difference that it's dangerous.

Pick up the Demonic Crystal Stone as you run and hang your hand on the handle of the door. For a moment I thought it was locked just like the entrance, but the door opened softly and my eyes dazzled by the dazzling light outside.

Looking at his feet as he narrowed his eyes, he had already taken his place on the normal ground, not on a floor like a black gemstone. It turns out we were able to get out of the ruins because of that, but the sounds like a ground beep get louder, while we keep running at all costs to stay out of the collapse.

Looking back about twenty meters away, the earthen smoke rose from the door we came out of and the door was completely destroyed.

"The ruins have collapsed..." Mr. Kitley mutters.

And when I looked around, I was staring at the distance, saying, "This looks like a ruin seen by an Imperial Army soldier."