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Point Of View: Magnus Bridge

How much time has passed? Well, I’m not sure. The room around me was still. In the dim shadows that my vision could reach, figures danced in the darkness. Sometimes, an insect or bat crossed the space silently. I made the most of my time thinking about magical formulas, spell structures, runes, invocations, curses, and other things of that nature. However, there were times when I felt I was forgetting some of these things. Perhaps it was due to time… memory does not endure over centuries.

Although I no longer had a physical body to feel anxiety, the idea of no adventurer passing through the doors troubled me. What if the energy runs out? What if I lose all my thoughts? How much time has passed?

If I had transformed into a Lich, I would only need to massacre one or two civilizations. Did I make the right choice? As I lost myself in daydreams about past decisions, a crash echoed through the room. A humanoid figure entered the space. Although I could only see distorted shapes in the shadow, something about the mana around this being seemed strange.

“Welcome, young adventurer. Congratulations on completing this dungeon. I am the Dungeon Master, and as a reward, I will grant you the highest knowledge.” I spoke theatrically, as I had rehearsed countless times.

A sneeze echoed in the room. “Why are there so many corpses here?” asked a male voice. At least now I knew the gender of my guest, I thought.

“Do not fear. These corpses are of researchers who died in a magical accident long ago. I am the remnant of the knowledge from those studies. Now, come closer and place your hand on the orb. I will transfer the knowledge so that you may become the most powerful wizard.” It was partly true: they really died because of mistakes and accidents I caused. But he didn’t need to know everything.

The shadow moved. His arm lifted. Just a few more centimeters, I thought, watching anxiously. Then, the hand stopped and recoiled. “I refuse. This is clearly suspicious.”

“What do you mean, refuse?” I wasn’t expecting this. I couldn’t let him leave; who knows how long it would take for another adventurer to pass through the dungeon. And what if there was no one else? “Young adventurer, is there anything else you desire besides knowledge? Perhaps treasure?”

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“Uh, well... think about it: a room full of corpses promising absolute power inside a dungeon? It’s kind of, how should I say it? Suspicious?” I couldn’t read his expression due to my visual limitations, but his words carried distrust. “But is there any treasure in this room? Where?”

“I see that this caught your attention, young adventurer. Allow me to propose a deal: I’ve been trapped in this dungeon for centuries. Take me with you on your adventure, and I’ll show you where my treasure is hidden.” Now, I just had to wait. As soon as he touched me, his body would be mine. Muahahahahaha!

Silence filled the room. The figure remained motionless. “My name is Christopher. Do you have a name, talking ball?” The voice echoed again. As if that mattered! I thought to myself. After all, his consciousness would be supplanted.

“I am the supreme wizard Magnus Bridge. You must have heard of me.”

Silence returned. Impatient, I dared to speak again: “So, what now? Do we have a deal?”

The figure began to move, extending his arm toward the orb again. “Ah, alright. Not like I have anything better to do, after all.” He sighed. “But I swear, if this is a trap, I’ll break you in two.”

A wave of energy swept through the room as his fingers touched the surface of the orb. I felt my existence flowing toward the figure. There I was: I could clearly see the environment around me. The glowing orb had lost its light, and the room was lit only by the mana crystals scattered across the tables. But something was wrong. The torches that were supposed to light up when the dungeon was activated remained extinguished.

“Did the talking ball run out of energy?” The voice came from my mouth, but it wasn’t me speaking. I tried to move my arms and legs, but nothing happened. Something was wrong.

“Now, how am I going to find the treasure and get out of this damn dungeon?” Once again, I spoke… but it wasn’t me.

Then, a realization came to my mind: this body didn’t have enough mana to be controlled. How the hell did this guy get through the forbidden forest and complete the dungeon? Then, I understood: the dungeon hadn’t been activated. He had no mana. No trap or monster had been triggered. But that didn’t explain how he made it through the forest.

He — or rather, I — began to move, inspecting the room. He stopped in front of my corpse, bent down, and started removing the cloak I was wearing: a black cloak ornamented with golden threads on the edges, giving the outfit a royal and dark air. He was looting my own corpse. That’s when I noticed something else: I was completely naked.

My realization hit immediately, reducing me to a shadow of my former greatness. A dungeon, a prison. This wasn’t what I had planned when I started my journey for immortality. Yet, here I was, trapped in a body I couldn’t control, a body of a crazy man who was naked. I searched his mind to try to understand how I ended up in this situation, which seemed at least ridiculous. And then I saw it, a completely different world. A hero from another world, but he was weak. Who summoned someone so weak to this world?