Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Skeleton, shall we follow?

For now.

It's time to find out.

“Please rest well. ”

Innkeeper smiles meaningfully.

It may seem that way, but it only feels like a way of looking at the prey to be destroyed.

The kidnappers will be here soon.

They'll come at us in broad daylight.

I don't know if they'll sneak in in the middle of the night. Alerts cannot be delayed.

[Activate Detection Lv.7!]

[Apply Peace of Mind (C +)!]

‘Is this it?’

Next to a big, fluffy bed.

I can feel it piercing through the inside of the wall.

It's not just empty space.

There is a long, large hole through which about two Humans can enter.

A secret passageway.

‘Your meals look like crap. ’

I just need to see it.

Even though it's the same inn.

With Lena comes a meal that is not compared to what we had.

It seemed to know why there were no guests at the inn.

Nevertheless, Rubia was busy eating.

I was surprised to see the humble food disappearing quickly.

Gulp.

Rubia takes a sip of water and smiles at me.

“Ha? You're alive.

“But?”

“Why are you so sleepy?

Rubia takes a sip of water.

Suddenly, I fell.

The hesitant eyes loosen.

A feverish breath emanates from my unconscious mouth. He quickly lost consciousness and fell asleep.

‘Oops.,

I checked his pulse first.

It's not the holidays. It's not the heartbeat.

‘Sleeping pills.

It feels frustrating.

If it was poison, not sleeping pills,

I would have watched Rubia die for nothing. Maybe he just thinks he's gotten stronger.

‘You'll also need the ability to detect poison. ’

Anyway, it's not a bad thing that Rubia's asleep right now.

I just put him to sleep.

‘It's time to come in. ’

She needs a good night's sleep while I sort things out.

You snatch Rubia's head from her knee. I raised my head a little higher and laid it on the bed at an angle.

At least you look comfortable.

I started looking at the wall again.

I see something useful for the handle of a secret passageway.

Glug.

You open the gap and push it to the side. The cracked passageway is clear from the inside.

This passageway is quite a feat.

I don't think Humans have been here once or twice.

Close the wall again, keeping it hidden. I waited inside. It's not coming up right now.

‘Is the innkeeper reporting? ’

I put him to sleep.

It was about an hour ago.

I started to feel popular.

“Hey, it's uncomfortable every time I come here. Can't you just go in the front? ”

“It's fun. What's so funny about picking a door with a master key? It's fun to show up in unimaginable places.”

“Aren't you putting them all to sleep with medicine?

You won't even know what's going on while the potion's working. ”

“Still. Crawl up and bam!

and show up. Walk up the stairs and open the door. You feel different.Some wildlife. Hunting. There should be such excitement. ”

Three guards kidnap you while you sleep. There's no way you can resist.

In a state of unconsciousness, Rubia, who came to Yublam to buy my armor, was dragged away.

Rage rises.

Of course, those before me have not yet committed that sin.

But justly or unjustly, I intend to unleash my anger every time.

No more, no less.

Their lives are always over.

I used the skill directly on the guard coming up with the lid.

‘Fear.’

“Huh? Body. I-I can't. It's not moving.

The three bodies were all frozen by the existential terror.

Everyone looks familiar.

It's also the face of someone who's killed her once.

The one who was looking for Rubia's corpse is also in his teeth.

I've already taken out the entire garrison in my last life.

It was gently exterminated.

Individuals, of course, are no match for me. There is a dominant difference in all stats.

Even if you try to hit someone first, you cannot hit them, and even if you try to get hurt, you cannot wear them.

Huff.

I put on my armor and appeared before my nose.

I can't speak with my eyes filled with fear that has become more intense. Keep your mouth open.

“Er. Er. Hee.

It stiffens as it echoes from its throat.

I remember the first time I met Earl Leandro outside the cave.

About me and the Marquis at the time.

That would probably be the difference between them and my strength.

“Oh, do it. ”

“Ah, ah, ah.

Kwauk.

I put a black metal barrel in the mouth of the man standing in front.

The one who carried the hunt was the one who was looking for Rubia's corpse.

If you keep opening your mouth, you're going to have to put something in.

I had a burning 'fire'.

“Urgh. Ugh. Huff.

I don't even know what you're talking about. It may be the last will and testament.

Of course, I don't want to know.

“You don't know what's going on, do you? ”

The man with a black flame in his mouth and two others nod slowly in unison.

In fact, it's just a phonograph that is close to a convulsion, but it's a desperate nod to move that much with a rigid body.

I took a sleeping pill and knocked out Rubia.

When I went on a "hunt," I was like this, but I am filled with tears that seem unfair without the world.

“That's your problem. ”

Bloop!

'Fire' sprayed into the mouth of this leading man.

The fire burned the tongue and spread to the chest and arms and legs, extending the esophagus, lungs, stomach and intestines.

The man was stiffened by shocking horror and pain and was reduced to ashes.

The screams that were consumed by the flames become dark gray ash and are scattered out of your mouth.

It reminded me of my first eye.

Tuck.

There's gold everywhere I touch the burned body inside. The guard breaks from his legs to his head.

“Next.”

The fire of the three men ended.

Things that were once living human twitches were scattered into white ashes.

It became as if there were no bones or turtles.

Even the cravings that were filled with leather are now silent.

It's clean.

I wiped the ashes off my body and went back into the room.

“Hmm.

Rubia turns around as if it were hot.

‘I'm relieved now. ’

At least now there's nothing left to do with the guards burning inside the walls.

Of course, there are more elegant and elegant ways to burn an entire organ than by shoving a flame in the esophagus.

Maybe there is a way to teach, a way to correct.

They are enjoyers of human trafficking and kidnapping torture, but I can't say they have any chance of fixing their minds in the future.

Of course it's none of my business.

It's time to check the bottom.

I can feel the innkeeper slowly coming up the stairs.

He puts his ear to the door as if he were eavesdropping.

I understand everything with detection skills, even if I don't do that.

“Curious?”

Yuck.

I let her in.

“What.? What?”

Curiosity and desire make my eyes sparkle with wonder.

Who the hell is this guy? ’

Where are the other guards? ’

I can easily read what I want to say.

The Pokémon stiffens its throat with a horror skill before screaming. Only the sound of bending leaks out intermittently.

“Huff, puff, puff! ”

‘Obviously there was a lot of damage to your face back then.

I remember going to his house near the mill.

It looks pretty clean now, but soon this man will also be tortured and discarded.

Killing someone before that might be quite tolerant.

“Let's go down.”

“Ouch. Ahhh.”

I used a skill slightly weaker than the others because I was afraid of the number of hearts.

“In the basement.”

I'm telling you, he's desperately trying to shake his head. Maybe he's trying to bite his tongue. But it's impossible anyway.

Completely stiffened.

I wondered what I could use it for when absorbing fear from Kraken, but practical utilization is overwhelming.

without any extra level up.

The user also makes it more effective depending on the target and my power difference.

“Keys.”

The innkeeper gives you a trembling hand.

You take the key to the basement at your fingertips and open the secret door.

The effect of a horror skill is to force people to go thinking it's their way to death.

Hiccup.

The interior of the basement was quite wide.

And there were all sorts of punishment instruments everywhere.

Of course, this basement doesn't have to be a special imperial court.

It is also unlikely to be Yemera, goddess of repentance.

This is just a place of intense torture to make kidnapped travelers relax.

I saw devices that stretch or dislocate joints.

Sharp things, swinging things, tearing things apart.

There were many devices that strangely bound the body.

The utensils were cleaned thoroughly for the next use.

But I couldn't erase the deep pain and despair.

Boom.

I closed the basement door again.

I released my fear to receive a confession.

The innkeeper shudders and asks for his life.

I don't scream.

The basement wall is very thick and has tight soundproof on all sides.

Knowing it better than anyone else, the innkeeper began to speak softly, trembling.

“These, these, these are not my words! I just organized it! ”

“Enough.”

I raise my hand.

I have no intention of listening to such a far-fetched story. I'm not interested in telling the truth or telling a lie.

We have a job to do.

I threw a piece of paper and a pen at him.

“Write.”

“W-what do you mean? ”

“Write down everything you've done wrong. ”

“Well, I'll do it.! ”

“Maybe they won't kill you. ”

Town, and he breathes violently.

“Ugh. Really.! ”

“Yes."

It is important to give hope.

He had no choice anyway.

The cold blade is preparing to lengthen the innards and shines blue.

“I'll write it! I'll write it! ”

This reaction is natural.

I took a sleeping pill and started writing on the paper in detail about the location of the torture.

A little more than a hundred times

Amazing how such a large-scale abduction has been eradicated.

Human society seems organized, yet ridiculously thin and large holes exist.

‘That's more like it.

The innkeeper wrote down every detail.

Maybe it's because you can live at least the amount of time you spend.

‘The last sentence is obvious anyway. ’

The innkeeper, who was filling up the front and back of the paper gracefully, wipes his hands dry.

“Done. Written. ”

“Write it down, then. I feel, I feel guilty. ”

Square.

“Declare all crimes. ”

Square.

The feather pen moves quickly.

“Suicide.”

Inertially moving innkeeper's hand stops at suicide.

“Hey, promise, promise is no different.! ”

“You're not being killed. They're going to kill themselves.”

‘Fear.’

I held his steady hand and moved. Complete the last sentence.

“Then kill yourself. ”

“Hiic! Hiic! ”

You shredded his cloak, tied him to pieces, and then hung him in the air twice with a single rope.

I finish my work by looking at the man who is bewildered with tears.

I put his will and Grasmear's fire in my pocket.

Black Iron Ignitor.

There's still quite a few left. If you throw it away like this, it's a bit of a waste.

But in order to convince the other humans, the tools that killed the accomplice must be in their possession.

‘Let's go first.

The people who burned it down are unfortunately the ones who dragged the cart.

If this case is repeated.

When I thought I could do the same for the next time and get out of here.

Tiring!

Along with the sound of its effects, I think of a translucent window in the air.

[Quest has been updated!]

[Necron New Society has been added.]

Amazing! You interrogated the innkeeper of both conditions.

Spot Registration: You visited the inn's basement, an ‘educational’ venue.

[Quest Progress Reward]

[Interrogation Lv.1!]

Passive skill.

When inflicting pain, there is a slight chance of hearing the truth from your opponent.

‘There was something like this. ’

Obtain [Attribute: Executed ❗.]

"You're a scourge."

Karma levels? We're deliberately killing those below.

The next goddess blessing may be obtained at a slight rate if you continue executing the execution of the Execution ⁄ 2.

1. Ilien, Goddess of Light

2. Yemera, Goddess of Repentance

3. Birfon, Goddess of Fire

‘You gotta be kidding me.'

I thought of looking at the status window when the subtraction came up.