《Almighty Dung [Dropped]》Chapter 17
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- What the hell is going on?!
Dung clutched his nose as he gazed at beginner village's streets with disbelief and fear
The streets were littered with corpses. Terrible stench permeated the air and crows were feasting on mutilated dead bodies
In the mix of corpses of NPCs and players there were soldiers dressed in black armor. Their numbers were much lower.
,, They couldn't resist much ''
Dung thought and stepped over couple of corpses while appraising some
[ Pawn
Status: Dead ]
The black armored soldiers weren't exactly like chess pieces and looked like actual people, wielding different types of weapons. Dung had no idea how skillful they were but looking at ratio of corpses, they shouldn't be simple soldiers and must have some intellect to use tactics. Otherwise, players would kill much more of them if they went straight on, even though level range of players in beginner village was merely 1-20 while pawns were at least level 30
Suddenly Dung felt alarmed as he analyzed
,, Pawns killed by NPCs won't drop any items. As for enemies killed by players should have dropped something. Though players were weak in this area, they should have killed at least some of them. The players should not have had chance to pick up dropped items in the fierce battle. There is not any sort of dropped item anywhere in sight. That means...somebody was here before me, they might not have left yet ''
Knowing he wasn't alone and not knowing other party's intentions, Dung kept being more vigilant
Items which didn't drop couldn't be picked by players. This rule remained even after all the changes. Even if you killed sword master, you couldn't pick his sword up if it wasn't in drops as it was bound item. Of course things like ownerless items could easily be picked
NPCs were opposite, they couldn't see any dropped items and could only loot what was in sight
It was a peculiar rule the world still worked on
,, Where's master? ''
Suddenly Dung's heart started beating harder. Knowing her bold character, there was no way she would escape
Dung passed through streets full of corpses and finally reached the training grounds
He was shocked by what he saw
Piles of black armored soldiers were sprawled in the yard. The ground was painted with blood
Dung gulped down in fear and kept on going
In the circle of black armored corpses was a lone figure, pierced by 10 spears from all sides. Her head hung low as she was hung 10 centimeters above ground, spears holding her body up
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Even if Dung considered himself apathetic person in some cases, he couldn't hold back his tears, but he didn't allow them to flow, instead he smiled
- Heroic death, befitting for my master...
He approached the figure with heartache and knelt down on the ground
This world was real, the people were also real. Dung had already realized this fact
Master Yulin had died and would never come back
Neither would dead players revive
If he died he would have no more chance
Dung felt hatred enveloping his heart, but didn't know where to direct it
Was it the army? No, was it the game industry? Probably, was there something else? Most likely
- I won't forgive those in fault
Dung muttered a promise and rose, leaving with much firmer resolve and determination, but suddenly he halted his steps. Faint voice sang in his ears softly. He recognized that voice
- We haven't known each other for long, but this won't stop me from believing in you. The world needs savior, my dear disciple, I won't burden you with my expectations, but...promise master you will help those in need and be the light of hope for those around you in the upcoming terrible war
Following that, system notification rang in his ears
[ You have inherited master Yulin's will
Follow your inner heart and don't go astray in the path which will show you the most terrifying side of humanity
Faith + 5 ]
Dung sighed as he muttered while walking away
- I'm sorry master, I'm neither the light you spoke of nor the savior you must have hoped I would become. I'm nothing but another player, stuck in this place. All I can do for now is survive. If I ever have the power, I will seek answers on my own, but until then, everything is just a joke. After all, I am very weak...
He came back in a while with shovel in hands and dug a hole near the willow tree and curved her name on the simple stone and payed his respects
The training house became nothing but rubble along with other buildings. The people were dead. This place became nothing but history
The single person sat near sole surviving training dummy, which was barely standing and quietly trained his vampirism domain
He would occasionally take out fish from inventory, find some small branches, use lighter and grill it before silently eating, taking out clean stored lake water, drinking it and continuing his practice
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When the night fell, Dung sat down with his back against willow tree and hung his head
Only dim light from nearby bonfire lighted the place of small radius
Dung would occasionally get up and add some branches to bonfire, then continue resting
He got used to the smell of blood and rotting corpses which was in the air
He knew staying here for more than 2 days would be dangerous as he might get strange disease from staying near rotting corpses, but he needed to bring vampirism domain to higher level to have more chance at surviving
At midnight seemingly sleeping Dung muttered his lips and directed his wand
- Dark bolt
The following system message surprised him and made him more alert
- 11
- How did you find me?
Surprised voice sounded from behind trees
Dung leisurely sat down on log close to crackling bonfire and watched as figure slowly revealed itself
The voice was familiar, but he couldn't instantly remember, but seeing approaching silhouette, Dung grinned and started grilling fish without care
- Air filled with stench of blood on one hand and then there's female fragrance, discernible
Metallic sound of sword unsheathing sounded as the approaching figure blushed like an apple
Dung silently appraised her
[ Elise11
Level 9
HP: 340 ]
She was the one who bought worn out wedding ring from her, squandering 50 silvers
- You...scoundrel!
Dung's grinning figure turned solemn and he asked
- You've been lingering around for a while, why?
Elise humphed and sat down opposite to him
- Why else if not for being so mysterious? Level 1 shaman surviving this hellish massacre, ridiculous
- Warrior using stealth and escaping army's detection, that's more ridiculous...did you loot everything here?
Dung abruptly asked what's been bothering him
- What, you want a share?
Elise gave him look of disdain
- So it really was you, I'm glad there are no others at least
It didn't feel good to be underestimated. Elise frowned and clutched the hilt of her sword
- Do you think I'm no threat to newbie level 1 like you?
Unfortunately her tough front was seen through by Dung and he replied innocently
- Why would you try to kill me? I've done nothing wrong
Elise eased her grip on hilt and replied sullenly
- Humph, the world has turned like this, who would care about your cheap life?
- True, but I believe you won't kill me
Dung shamelessly replied
- Why are you so sure?
Elise squinted her eyes
- Because you have no reason to, besides, I think I can judge people's characters to some extent
- ...
- Are you hungry?
- N, no
- Don't worry, it's not poisoned
Dung chuckled and took a bite
- Ouch, it's hot, ffuuu, ffuuu
He rolled his tongue out and breathed excessively
- He he, serves you right
Elise chuckled and grabbed a fish with its stick
The duo silently ate the fish. Dung took out some salt he stole from Azerott's house, he wouldn't need it anymore anyway. They found comfort in presence of each other. The whole village was bathed in blood, they were the only survivors. The atmosphere was depressing, especially at night
After dinner Elise told Dung about invasion, how everyone was unprepared, how they died gruesomely and how terrifying the wave of soldiers were. Elise couldn't hide fear in her tone. After speaking for about an hour Elise seemed to have told everything she wanted and was feeling much better
,, What tough woman ''
Dung thought and sighed. Not everyone could handle psychological pressure from witnessing such hell, especially in new era, where wars were rare and living condition of people have improved
The game gave some kind of familiarity to these kind of scenes, but not much due to its adjustments, besides both Elise and Dung were more or less newbies and they were thrown into new world, which was real, where threat of death was high
Elise was tired from today's happenings both physically and mentally. It was also midnight and she fell asleep while huddling her knees with both arms
Dung sighed as he looked at defenseless beauty and felt better
Such person wasn't calculative and manipulator. He would feel safe to have her as a companion
He kept adding wood to bonfire from time to time and fought back against sleepiness as he kept his vigilance
Since it was his first time pulling all nighter he too fell asleep when first rays of sun rose from the horizon
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