I am a Skeleton, but not just any old Skeleton you find in a tomb, I am a Dungeon Skeleton. Being a Dungeon Skeleton doesn't get you much of anything besides immortality. If you think immortality is worth giving up your free will and being forced to die over and over again at the hands of mostly arrogant "adventurers" that don't even give you a second glance before they're bashing your skull in with the closest blunt object they can get their hands on then I would gladly trade places with you. No, if I had to choose between this and living a normal human life, the choice would be obvious. Sadly, I was never given a choice, or even a will of my own, one day I just happened to find myself standing in this tunnel on the first floor of this dungeon. Yes, incase you were wondering, my "job", or sole reason for existing, is to stand in this tunnel on the first floor and die. You would think my job would be to guard the floor and make sure no one manages to get past me. No, I wasn't even given so much as a rock to defend myself with, I was just created then told by some voice to stand in this tunnel.

If anyone was wondering how this whole "Dungeon" thing works and how I differ from regular Skeletons aside from the title it's simple: First, Dungeon Skeletons cannot die so long as the "heart" of the dungeon lives. Second, Dungeon Skeletons as well as any other monsters living in the dungeon, do not have a free will. Sure, they can think, or at least I can, but they can't do anything else unless the dungeon allows it. Finally, Dungeon Skeletons do not and cannot ever level up or gain any type of experience whatsoever. Even the way they engage adventurers cannot change, believe me, I've tried to vary my attacks or dodge the numerous swords swung at me using my memories to remember certain styles of fighting but in the end I always attack the same way and end up with my bones crushed.

'Ah- more are coming again.'

Through my eye sockets I could see the life forces of five people approaching, they were humanoid shaped red figures. Other than that all I saw was a black void and yes, that is what I see, the only reason I knew I was standing in a tunnel is because of spells fired at me. Other than being able to see the life force of living beings, I can also see mana, though mana is seen as more of a blue light and it sort of bounces off the walls of the dungeon. As for my other senses such as hearing, taste, touch, and smell, I can't smell anything as I have no nose, I can't hear anything without ears, and I can't taste anything without a tongue, quite boring if I do say so myself. For touch it's a bit odd, I can sort of 'feel' things though it's a very dull feeling, as I can only feel the hardness of the dungeon wall and not the fine details of it. As for pain, well I don't feel any of that, though I do know when one of my bones breaks. One of the other odd things I noticed was the fact that I knew what color was even though I don't ever have any memory of learning about colors or humans or anything that I know, such as I somehow know that my sense of touch differs from a human's greatly. All I know is that I have the knowledge somehow, maybe it has something to do with me being able to actually think, though I will probably never know.

'Oh, I was crushed again, and in one hit no less, how embarrassing.'

Whenever I am "killed" I lay there and slowly regenerate until my bones are whole again, the more destroyed my body, the longer it takes for me to regenerate. Oh right, I almost forgot the last thing I can do, you see if I call out using my thoughts and ask to see information about myself or something along those lines I hear a different voice aside from the dungeon's.

'Ahem, would you please show me my stats, Mother?'

Name:N/ATotal Level:N/A[/tr]Title:Dungeon SkeletonJob:Floor 1 Guard - Warwic Dungeon[/tr]Main Class:N/ARace:Undead-HP:30/30MP:N/AStrength:10Dexterity:7Constitution:15Intelligence:N/AWisdom:N/ACharisma:N/AMain SkillsN/AMain SpellsN/A-Experience:N/A

'Thank you, Mother.'

There it is, the only other voice I ever hear. I call her Mother as the voice sounds female and since she is the only other voice I hear aside form the dungeon which I've only ever heard a few times. I've grown kind of attached to her, even if she has only ever told me one thing. At least she hasn't ordered me to stand in one place and die over and over for all eternity. As you can see I have no name, class, or even a level, just a title, a job, and four stats. My title and job explain themselves, as for my stats, the only ones I have are physical ones like Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution. Even if I can think, since I can't act on any of my thoughts I might as well have no Intelligence at all right?

'Hm? Ah- looks like they're coming back already.'

The party of adventurers that had recently crushed my skull were heading back out of the dungeon. Luckily I hadn't finished regenerating my skull so I wasn't able to have it crushed again. As they got closer I noticed their life forces were weaker than before and they were moving a lot slower, a couple of them were limping too. As they past by I noticed they had a few more items with mana in them than they had when they entered.

'Looks like they made it kind of far before turning back. Ah! Something just fell!'

A small sphere infused with mana fell out of one of their pockets and landed right where my skull was regenerating.

'Ah! That can't be good, Hey! Come get your item back!'

My skull started to regenerate around the small magical orb and I started to worry more and more. I had no idea what would happen if my skull regenerated around it. Even with my somehow pre-known knowledge, I didn't know what would happen. Would I explode? Would it just get stuck in my skull? Would I absorb its power? I didn't know what to expect, I thought the most logical would be the second and I hoped it wouldn't be the first but-

Intelligence increased by 6Wisdom increased by 4You have gained a levelCongratulations

Mother spoke to me, and it wasn't her usual reading off of who I was and what my purpose for existing is. It was the third possibility. I suddenly felt my body freed as though the many chains that were restricting me were released. My mind felt much more clearer than it ever had before. In order to confirm what Mother had said I asked her to display my stats again.

Name:NoneTotal Level:1[/tr]Title:Dungeon SkeletonJob:Floor 1 Guard - Warwic Dungeon[/tr]Main Class:NoneRace:Undead-HP:30/30MP:8/8Strength:10Dexterity:7Constitution:15Intelligence:6Wisdom:4Charisma:0Main SkillsNoneMain SpellsNone-Experience:0/77

'It changed!'

Not just a little but every single one had changed! I was free, finally! The first thing I had to do was find my way out of the dungeon. Though without being able to see it would probably take me a while. Even if I did get out I would be instantly killed by adventurers and whoever else might be out there. If I die outside of the dungeon I might just die forever. Even if true death would mean escaping this hell of dying forever I wouldn't want to just waste my freedom. I have to be able to survive out there, so that just leaves me with one course of action, I have to get stronger.