"My name is Mark Plan. And it looks like I'm in my own story."

"Now I am seized with fear, but deep in my soul I have hope that this new life will be better than the previous one, because, well, I'm definitely not at home. Kansas is already very far away."

"The story of the first test is a maze of desires and fears"

"And it looks like I will need to find a way out as quickly as possible. After all, the latter, as if from the name, was very overwhelming. Fear was marked by darkness, in which hungry shadows hid. They were under the curse of eternal hunger, which is by nature insatiable"

Looking around Mark saw three ways. Each of the roads was painted in different colors.

The left one is blue.

Central - in green.

The right one is red.

"As I remember, the blue road is full of traps, the green path is a marathon straight, which forced you to run because of the cryogenic fog, although it hurt, but waiting for the end is the worst part, and the red one is the test by combat"

"That blue is not my option, the traps came from subconscious fears"

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"Green is not for me, the chance that I will pass it is about 30%"

"Red is dangerous, but there is a little clue. The enemy will be one of the family of hungry shadows. By themselves, although they are dangerous, they have a passable ball in terms of complexity. Their danger mainly comes from their numbers.

Having chosen his path, Mark entered the red tunnel. Each step brought Mark closer to the door. It consisted of swords that fused together. The handle had the appearance of a hilt, which looked very shabby.

Upon entering the room, Mark found himself in a spacious hall. Everywhere you looked there was gold, swords, spears, shields, everything was shiny like a work of art.

"And here are the traps, none of these (great) items were designed for combat. Basically a trap that when attacked, it will turn to dust, leaving you with bare hands and the shock of such a thing completely open to attack.

Wandering around the hall, Mark looked for something.

- And here you are. Mark ran to the rusty sword. It was covered in cobwebs, and was completely rusty. Even getting it out of its sheath was hard. His weight was a third of Mark's.

As soon as the sword was released from its scabbard, the sound of a drum blow was heard. First there was one, then two, and their number increased, creating a rhythm. When the noise died down, all the torches that were burning flashed a blue flame, starting to blaze.

"Well, here we are. I hope this sword can withstand this."

Mark ran up to the torch and poked his sword at it. Flame like oil enveloped the blade. Starting to run, stopping at the guard.

There was a sound, at least, according to the rumor, Mark's opponent was not small.

Step

Step

Step

Out of the darkness came a knight a little over 2 meters tall. Carrying a massive ax on his shoulder.

"Oh shit I got a light breaker"