Deceased Trapped in a Game chapter 23

3rd Floor – Lv.18 Gamers (1)

The section before the kingdom of the game era was a place where the function of the tutorial was thoroughly performed.

It served as a low difficulty section where newbies could learn the controls and the system of the game unless they were particularly lucky.

If it was a dead person, it was a section to prepare for after the kingdom by catching a hidden boss or raking in experience.

Since we have not yet reached the ‘Kingdom’, which can be called the main dungeon, there are no particularly complicated interactions.

There are not many important NPCs.

There was a strong feeling of passing by just judging the luck of this edition.

Would it be appropriate to say that it is a section that ends in 30 minutes even if it is a little twisted in the days when I was touching the keyboard and mouse?

At that time, NPCs were chunks of code with no ego.

“What? Is there anyone coming down now? How old is it?”

A female archer who looks cool with red hair approaches.

The bow feels like it was cut by hand, and the string hung on it is the tendon of a monster.

The clothes are leather clothes with a small area. It goes well with a strong, muscular body.

If you feel like Amazon, you’re right.

As soon as I reached the third floor, moisture hit my body.

The climate is subtropical.

I was taken as a question without an answer.

“How long has it been since you set up camp?”

The archer smiled as if he was familiar with it, and answered.

“I think it’s been about a month.”

“Then why are there so many settled? Can’t you use the next stairs?”

“okay.”

huh.

Unknowingly, I turned to look at the girl.

Those innocent eyes that don’t know what’s going on are staring at me.

As he looked at him, his face turned slightly red and he averted his eyes.

No matter how much I think about it, the only thing I don’t know about this episode is this guy.

I was wondering if it was only affecting the even-numbered floors, but is it touching the odd-numbered floors as well?

He sighed and answered the first question.

“The 15th year of Assassin Class.”

“What? No, you’re 15 years old? This, you were a noble person.”

The female archer’s words immediately change to honor.

Exiles are of age and rank.

In a labyrinth where one has to experience and learn one by one, the number and type of death are more valuable than anything else.

That experience makes a big difference, even if it’s low-level.

Therefore, exiles with a higher age are unconditionally respected.

Of course, you can only maintain that respect by proving your abilities.

* * *

「Fifteen girls oh oh oh oh oh?」

‘No, my God. So, are you saying that it’s ’97?’

[The Goddess of Chaos says that if you do, the exiles here will worship you as a god.]

‘That’s why I don’t do it.’

“But honestly, it’s not wrong.”

So that’s the problem.

It’s been 97 years in this town that trembles even when only 30-year exiles appear.

Whether to believe it or not is a big question.

They will come to offer their offerings right away, and a new religion will be created around me.

There is something like a pseudo-religion other than the ‘belief’ that exists in the labyrinth.

I thought I could use it in the 70s, so I tried it, but it’s very tiring.

The master of the giant guild and the pseudo-teacher were much different than I thought.

‘But you’re confused. Can’t you just write a message or write a voiceover or both?’

A bit annoying

[The goddess of chaos says that she is bored because she has only you.]

‘Ugh.’

“What? Then give me two of them.”

‘When necessary, I will put it in once.’

「Put it in…? You bastard, wait a minute. Are you trying to put it in and take it out? Such a dog…”

It looked like he was angry about something, but it just started pouring out of one ear.

This goddess cannot give up on me anyway.

When it comes to God, it is impossible not to know the meaning of the 97th year and the 2975th year.

Either way, it’s going to be pretty exciting right now.

Instead, focus on the enemy in front of you.

No, not exactly a small one.

Before the kingdom, there was no way to check the age.

If we believe in the same god, God can confirm it, but is there such a god?

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Just managing the post-Kingdom believers makes me lose my head.

It must be like our leisurely goddess.

Oops, do you have no followers other than me? Ha ha ha ha ha.

“Just hit them all at once.”

I have one in my hand.

The other party is a party of four including a red-haired female archer.

“Uh, anyway, is that okay?”

A female archer who seems to be a leader expresses her doubts.

I just put my arms out in front of you with as much arrogance as possible and fluttered my hands.

“I won’t use [Secret].”

everyone shut their mouths Those friends are also elite in their own way.

The 9th year of the archer. All other colleagues have been with them for more than 5 years.

It’s an ideal party on the lower floors. It’s a good time when the future knocking on the kingdom’s door will linger in your mind.

So I can’t hide my anger.

How much effort and how much polish?

Life in the labyrinth is different from the outside in density itself. Their time must also have been a precious ordeal that could not be replaced with anything.

So their anger is justified.

I didn’t really use [Stealth].

It digs between the two rushing warriors.

Abandoning the fear of death is the quality of the exile.

They responded without surprise to my boldness.

but it’s slow

Quickly strike the wrist one beat at a time to cancel the first attack.

Walking on one leg at the same time, causing them to lose their balance.

[dash]

It moves as it holds out its fist and strikes the abdomen with the fist.

If you bow quickly, the arrow will pass.

It’s very weak, but I can feel the torrent of magic.

If it’s magic on the 3rd floor, is it [Spring Dong]?

I also evoke a little magic.

My dagger is an abyssal clutter and cannot cast magic on its own.

It cuts through the flow of the day that was filled with magical power.

The wizard panicked and tried to cast an additional spell.

“Hey, kid. Magic is dangerous when used like that.”

You wouldn’t even see when my [Flashing Dagger] flew.

The wizard lowered his hand as he looked at the shiny cutlery on his neck.

“Wow.”

The female archer briefly admired.

The bow he is holding has a broken string.

As an exile, she also has enough secondary weapons on her waist, but you will know that it is meaningless when she loses her primary weapon.

“Are you done?”

Everyone understood.

I walked slowly and retrieved the dagger from the tree.

“When did you fly? I didn’t even see the action.”

The archer asks when I threw a dagger and broke his bow.

“As soon as it flashes.”

The female archer frowned with a look of incredulity.

* * *

The Shrine of Chaos is a good place to indulge in contemplation.

Since there is only one Shinto, there is no need to look at many things.

What she sees is the scenery of the pantheon and only one Shinto.

Sitting alone on the lonely seat, the goddess of chaos thought.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’

97 years.

it could be.

She, too, is a ghost who has not escaped the labyrinth even after completing 100 years.

There are not many, but there are quite a few exiles who challenge themselves to the very end.

But it’s something else that she’s decidedly astonished.

‘How many rounds have I been through?’

Life as an exile was intense and dense.

Compared to the years spent as a god, it is much more intense.

But nevertheless, the weathered memory could not portray the number of episodes she had gone through.

‘Has it been over 10,000? I used to go all the way there.’

There was no way that he would have left anything like the morals of the outside world for over 100 years of his life.

There was no way he would have left the common sense of the outside world.

It was a time when death could be seen as a means rather than the end.

How many times have you died? They died as needed, they died out of temper, and sometimes they just died for no reason.

It wasn’t a mental issue.

Senior Exiles are like that by nature.

They are a people who can keep their minds at any time because they can put everything away and escape to death.

‘2975 rounds?’

After spending 97 years in the labyrinth, he did not reach 3,000, let alone 10,000.

Does this make sense?

What kind of longing or madness is driving this ordinary-looking man?

If you’ve just been stuck somewhere and wasted your time, you’ll know.

In God’s eyes, you can clearly see what kind of life a Shinto lived.

The repetition of challenges and failures engraved on the soul of this believer over the years is admirable.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Just thinking about it, the goddess of chaos rubbed her eyes.

That’s what I said, but it’s not very common.

That looks pretty good.

In addition, whether that man is a madman or whatever, he shows a skill comparable to that of a god.

I am happy because I have less worries about disappearing for the time being.

The abyss was a little rough. How many times did you come to the abyss from the second floor?

I want to know what you did

In any case, the crisis of extinction was almost avoided.

Give yourself a reward on this day.

I got up from the seat and took out the last lollipop I had saved.

It has been a long time since the offering was cut off.

* * *

「I want to know what to do.」

‘No, chaos.’

“why. What.”

‘Please be quiet. Why are you sending it to me as a testament?’

“boring.”

“Isn’t there a pantheon in this class?”

“It is said that there were times when it appeared in the early days. It is important to choose a faith.”

[The goddess of chaos is silent.]

The female archer was very polite.

There is no doubting me, as long as I showed how I was able to subdue 4-1 in one moment.

The hunter was actually 12 years old, and the girl was 10 years old.

And it turned out to be true.

First, I asked for a place to rest.

No matter how safe the abyss is, it is not a place where you can be mentally comfortable.

In particular, the girl was clearly terrified of something and was clearly in poor condition.

It seems that the hunter has also been constantly fatigued in the extreme environment he has never experienced.

The camp here was made with quite good workmanship. Was there even an exile who was a carpenter?

I left the two of them to rest and asked the female archer.

“So now let’s listen. Why can’t we go down to the 4th floor and everyone is doing this?”

If this is a mission at stake, your luck is very dirty.

What’s more, from the bottom floor. uh?

Then maybe the girl is the problem.

If not…

“A party formed by a few seniors is occupying the stairs. The Fountain of Restoration has also been taken over.”

really very happy

It’s not like there’s no such thing as a shit show on the 2nd floor.

It seems that it is only on even-numbered floors that the existence of a girl upsets the setting.

The original even-numbered floor is an instant dungeon concept. After forming a party and entering, clear the encounter.

After all, there will never be any significant encounters before the kingdom.

Destroy the Goblin Village you encountered, even if it’s on the 2nd floor, it’s fairly difficult.

On the other hand, the odd tier is the tier of exiles.

Native NPCs who play important roles do not appear here.

Rather than that, should we just say that native NPCs themselves don’t spawn with a few exceptions?

It feels like there is a clear separation between the story of the exiles and the story of the indigenous people.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that the odd-numbered floors are more peaceful.

There are also layers of battle royale-like composition, and those who want to devour those who are weaker than themselves are everywhere.

Now it is probably the latter.

“Do you know what level and what year it is?”

“I don’t know the level, but there is one person who is 20 years old…”

The archer’s face darkens. The gap between 15 and 20 years is also large, so it is worth thinking about it.

The 3rd floor would be a bit more comfortable though.

The troubles on the second floor returned to normal like a lie.

20 years?

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Joe Pop Shake. Dare to block someone’s path?

Twisted filthy on the second floor and had to lag behind in the abyss for a month. Let’s do some anger too.