When I exited the room, I found myself in a long hallway with an eerie atmosphere. I see shifting shadows and several doors. Although the design is quite elegant and classy, this place is in the midst of a curse, and the vibe it gives off is that of a sinister kind. Who knows what horrors await beyond those doors…
“This is undoubtedly a curse…”
I gripped my sword tightly.
Although I don’t know much, I’ve heard that there are souls who are beyond reason and will attack anyone they encounter.
As for why I know, I’ve heard of a legend before that a country had a cursed area form within the capital. The curse brought the dead to life along with many horrors that brought a massacre of thousands that eventually destroyed the country.
Although I don’t know whether or not that legend is true, since I’m in a cursed area, I’m in no position to doubt that story.
Gripping my sword tightly, I walk towards one of the doors and tried to open it.
Suddenly, I felt a sinister aura beyond them. As if a predator awaiting its prey…
The danger I felt is far beyond anything I’ve known before.
I subconsciously withdrew my hand.
Perhaps it’s best to not open this door…
If assuming that these rooms are where guests stayed than there would definitely be vengeful spirits here.
And I do encounter, I would have to fight.
I’d rather not do that. It would be a needless fight.
As I made that decision, I decided not to pry any further and decided to leave these halls swiftly.
“If memory serves correctly, I’ll reach the entrance soon on the first floor.”
Relying on memory, I proceed forward.
After half an hour, I reach the entrance.
This hallway is quite long.
Fortunately, this body may retain its senses but lacks fatigue so I’m not even tired.
When I reached the doorway, I heard eerie sounds of flesh moving.
“Those sounds are…”
Most likely enemies.
Hopefully not.
I hope as I grip my sword.
As I open the door, I saw a scene of carnage.
Blood was all over, staining the carpet, scraps of flesh lying here and there.
The worst of all, I saw disfigured corpses still moving around mindlessly.
As I was stunned, the undead realized I was there and started to come after me.
“Uraa….”
As they made groans, I drew my sword and took my stance.
I must fight!
I was outnumbered. There were 10 of them here.
If there are multiple enemies, it is best to narrow the field of battle.
I hold my ground over the doorway as I gripped my sword.
The undead began their charge.
The first one to reach me had only one eye.
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I stoop low and dashed aiming for his neck.
As we met, I beheaded him within one second.
Blood splattered about as his head fell to the floor.
Regardless of my dead, the others still continued to come after me.
I instantly dashed to another and raised my sword.
I severed his arm.
But I’m not done yet.
I spun around and severed his head as well.
Although I haven’t fought at all in a while, I still had some experience.
Against those knights I’ve fought, these mindless undead are easy to defeat.
“Come at me!”
Perhaps angered, they charged at me blindly.
I dashed once more and took out my enemies one by one.
As I roamed through the dark hall, my sword shone red with blood.
While slaughtering my enemies and taking care not to be surrounded, I wondered.
I felt neither fear nor pleasure in doing this act.
Perhaps it is due to the fact that I am somewhat similar to them?
No matter, I can’t ease my guard.
Although they may be strong, they’re bodies are still decayed and rotting still, therefore, although they may possess great strength, so long as I keep up my guard, I won’t get hit. And as this body has no concept of fatigue, I can continue fighting like this no matter how long.
After a while, I finally finish off the last of them.
“Ugh… What a terrible thing to do…”
I mutter as I glance upon the butchered corpses.
Although they were mindless beings and I only fought back in self-defense, the aftertaste of cutting up corpses was truly bitter.
And the fact that I’m the same as them made it worse.
“These guys… They must have died brutal deaths…”
I said in pity.
That said, I too suffered the same fate.
Perhaps it’s because I still retained my body’s appearance that I can still act normally like this.
“Impressive, you actually defeated all of them.”
I heard a voice and looked up.
I saw a pale man with torn robes.
A priest?
“You are?”
I said warily drawing my sword.
He smiled.
“So you don’t remember who I am? Little boy?”
I was stunned.
This person… Could he be…?
“Giraus?”
“So you do remember. Your Highness, I find it unexpected to see you here but I’m glad to see you safe and sound.”
Giraus, an aged priest I’ve known from my childhood, appeared before me.
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Hah, well, I managed to post another chapter. I'm intending on posting every two days so I won't post anything tomorrow.