Carrying a short knife, he climbed the steps one by one.
The boy forcefully inhaled the icy air into his lungs, feeling the biting cold.
He exhaled a faint white mist, and his eyes brightened considerably.
When the dagger pierced the strong man's heart in the back, the boy felt no pleasure in revenge.
In fact, there was a clear void in his heart, a huge emptiness.
I don't care if I get hurt.
It doesn't matter if my parents pass away and I'm all alone.
Eating unpalatable food and doing slave work, none of that mattered.
Even being killed repeatedly was of no concern to him.
He could sense all the changes, but he didn't care about any of them.
His heart was beating, his blood was flowing, and from a common-sense perspective, he was indeed alive and quite healthy.
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But from another perspective, he doesn't seem to be completely alive either.
The boy's heart seemed to have died.
Everything in sight was gray and lifeless.
But when the blood splattered onto his body, he suddenly had a peculiar feeling.
The feeling of being alive.
The emptiness in his heart was briefly filled, and the boy experienced something new and exciting he had never felt before!
The searing heat of the blood, the pungent smell of blood filling my nostrils, the sweet taste bursting on my tongue…
And most importantly, the emotion of taking a life from someone else's hand.
The gray world seemed to have gained color, which stirred people's hearts.
Following his impulse, he instinctively slashed the guard's neck with his dagger, pierced his eye socket with the blade, and killed him completely.
All movements were seamless and natural, as instinctive as breathing.
The boy savored the feeling and exhaled contentedly.
"If only we could continue..."
As the restlessness in his body gradually subsided, he couldn't help but mutter to himself like this.
Then, as if his prayer had been heard...
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sounds of clashing weapons, heavy breathing, and approaching, noisy footsteps came from around the corner of the stairs. Several enormous creatures were charging forward recklessly.
"Hey! How's it going?"
"Tika!!! Say something, you fucking bastard! Are you dead?"
"Damn, did he go out with women yesterday and overdo it? He can't just fall and die, can he?"
The other guards were rapidly approaching, but the boy wasn't worried; on the contrary, he became excited.
It's coming.
bring it on……
His emotions were churning, but his steps remained steady as he continued walking.
Finally, the not-so-long staircase was quickly traversed, and three guards rushed out from around the corner, immediately spotting the boy climbing upwards.
"Damn it! This is really messed up!"
Hey! You bastard up ahead!
"How dare you run out here! Where's Tika!? What have you done to him!?"
Tikka?
Are you referring to the dead guard?
The boy wanted to speak, but before he could, a beam of white light slashed directly at him.
Clang!
Card! ! !
The short knife in his hand could not withstand the attack and flew out of his hand the instant his hand broke.
A weak, young slave boy is no match for a guard who trains every day; they are completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength.
But when the weapon left his hand, the boy did not stop. Instead, he seized the moment when his opponent's movements froze and took a step forward, instantly closing the distance!
Then, raise your hand and thrust forward.
laugh!
"Aaaaaah!!! I! I can't see! My eyes!!!"
The boy shoved his finger directly into the other person's eyeball.
However, the pain in his fingers negated the feasibility of this plan.
The finger would break; it's not feasible.
"The difference in strength is too great..."
As the boy was thinking this, an angry figure approached from the side, and then darkness fell before his eyes.
"We need to change our weapon."
...
Opening his eyes before the iron gate, the boy didn't think twice. He turned around, went back into the dungeon, and pulled the unused iron sword from Tika's corpse at his waist.
Then he passed through the iron gate again, leaving all the dazed slaves in the darkness.
...
Once again, the boy chopped off Tika's head and lifted him up by his hair.
He discovered that throwing this spherical object in front of the other person seemed to have a brief effect of intimidation and attracting attention.
However, if used improperly, it may cause the opponent to enter a brief state of berserk behavior.
...
again.
"The person on the left has a poor field of vision, so we can attack from the blind spot on the right."
...
again.
"The person in the middle will step forward with their right foot before attacking."
...
The ninety-third heartbeat after the thirty-first time opening my eyes.
The boy stopped moving, pondering a very important question:
"I should have a name."
The one who died guarding the dungeon was Tika, the one with one eye was Sulu, the one with a scar on his face was Krei, and the one without a beard was Talu.
They all have their own names, except for me.
"Perhaps, I can give myself a name?"
The boy thought to himself as he stepped over the still convulsing corpse beneath his feet.
"Cough cough... You're crazy, cough cough!"
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