When I enter the building, which I presume to be the adventure guild, I am hit with a strong smell of metal and booze. People clad in armor with unique weapons are in groups, talking amongst themselves. Papers are pinned on boards posted throughout the large room.

There is what looks to be a receptionist with a few people talking with them. As I walk over, I ogle all the fancy-looking armor and weapons I can’t fathom the use for. As I’m walking, my leg barely scrapes something. Turning to look, I see an average-looking guy wearing what looks to be dark red armor and a golden wavy sword tied to his waist. The gold is accentuated by the bright red sliding down the edge and prepping to the floor.

He turns his head to me, and I can see that he has a very defined face with a little bit of stubble and light brown hair that ends at his ears. I look away before he can get a look at me, and I walk up to the receptionist and speak quickly.

“How can I make some money around here?”

The lady starts in shock as she is met with a cloaked figure in front of her.

“Are there dungeons around here?”

I say, and she finally responds to me.

“There is one down the road to the capital. But that’s the only one around here. You can make money here by signing up for the adventures guild and doing posted quests.”

She gestures across the room to all the boards people gather around.

“How do I join?” I ask

“I can just sign you up now; I just need your name.”

I better not use my real name in case anyone hears it. It is a unique name for this world and would be a reason to investigate me. It’s also strange that your name is all you need to do quests.

“My name is Skelett.”

She grabs something that looks similar to a copper dog tag. She casts some kind of magic and places it on the table, and I can see the name imprinted into it.

I walk up to the counter and swipe the tag when no one is looking. I browse the requests to one of the less crowded boards.

None of the requests limit anyone from doing a high-ranking quest. Most requests are for quelling riots or subduing another rebelling race, which I think is rather strange. I would rather not show my face, and I want something nearby. I find one to kill a pack of killer wolves terrorizing farms.

I quickly rip it off the board and rush out of the brightly lit adventures guild building. When I reach the dark street with even fewer vendors, I hear a squeak from inside my head. I feel the once rat sleeping in my head, scurrying down my rib cage and jumping to the ground.

It runs off into an alleyway. It must have had enough of adventuring with me. I hope it doesn’t cause chaos because it's from a dungeon. I pulled out the slip of paper and read that the wolf pack was apparently to the east of the village in a cave on the side of a mountain.

I see a mountain off in the distance and figure it must be the one they are talking about. I start down a small footpath heading in that direction.

The wind blows, and I feel a cold breeze whistle through my bones. I notice I don’t feel cold from the breeze; it's just a fact. I also think back to when I came back alive, and all I felt when I woke up was an engulfing anger at the world burning where my heart would be.

I felt anger at myself for not being strong enough to do anything and anger at those who put me in this situation. I keep thinking over everything I could have done, and the only point I could come to is that I am Useless if I had been more thoughtful, if I had more strength.

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I won’t let that happen again. I will become stronger so that people will acknowledge me, and I can decide my own path. No one following a stupid fake god made up by someone long ago can choose it for myself. I feel the fire grow into hot blue flame as I feel the urge to grow stronger; I’d kill monsters and humans alike to achieve that goal.

As I’m walking through a small forest with the large mountain coming into view I notice a large cave in a mountain about 100 feet in front of me. Feeling ready for whatever I face. A deep growling echoes from the cave, and I draw my sword and prepare to lunge at a giant wolf.

The full moon accentuates this wolf's features; I see its long, chiseled face duck out from the cave, followed by a large muscular body with almost silver-like fur flowing in the breeze. It looks up to the moon, and I see it take a deep breath, readying its whole body. The howl that comes from it sheers through my bones; if I had ears, they surely would have been bleeding. It then slowly looks down and locks eyes with me. Then, I noticed it was more like 1,000 feet away from me. Its deep red eyes lock into mine, and it lowers down, snarling its teeth.

Its giant paws rip into the ground as it charges at me. It reaches me in a split second, kicking up clips of dirt as big as a human and higher than the trees. When it sprints at me, the trees are blown to the side by the movement of this giant beast.

I quickly slide to the side of its bite as I see its giant face where I was, with its stained red teeth and one of its eyes glaring at where I am now. I flip my sword around and dash at the giant wolf's eye. Before it can react, my jagged black sword sinks quickly into its eye as it flings its head back.

I get flung back to the side of the cliff of the mountain, and with a hard crash, I hit the rocks, but the stones give way for me, and I feel nothing. The beast points at the sky and lets out a blood-curdling howl that makes my bones rattle.

The wolf glows with sparks of electricity and looks back at me. That is the skill that the other wolf used. I push myself off from the rocks. And dash to the side, pointing my sword at the wolf.

I remember the feeling when it activated before. If I can concentrate on more, I can do more damage. I focus on the absolute tip of my sword and activate it by thinking of Arc Blast.

I feel a quick charge flow through me, and a tiny beam smaller than a laser pointer flies from the tip of my sword and hits the wolf in its front right shoulder.

I see the blue beam escape from the other side of the beast without seeing any damage. As I think that, A giant thunderous boom pushes me back, and the wolf has a large hole through it, and the hair around the hole is smoldering.

The wolf is knocked over on its side and falls to the ground with a thud that shakes the ground. As it hits the ground, the Arc Blast it was charging activates as its head bounces to the ground, burning a part of the mountain and setting a portion of the forest as large as a medium-sized city ablaze.

I see it try to stumble back to its feet as its right front leg limply droops on the ground. I take this chance to charge at it while it's still low to the ground. I lunge, aiming for the neck of the beast. My sword is above my head as I charge.

The wolf notices me too late. My sword starts cutting through its neck just as it sees me. I cleave the rest of my sword, not cutting clean through the whole neck, but about half. I land on the ground as the wolf hits the ground again in front of me.

Its legs kick and make a gurgling noise as more blood gushes from its neck, and it stops moving. I grab the paper I stored inside my skull to see what I need to return as proof. I hear what sounds like a cough as the body lurches and spews out foamy blood from the gash on its neck, completely covering me.

I realized then that I would have been bothered by all the blood and gore. But as a skeleton, I don’t feel anything about being covered in blood. However, it is kind of itchy.

I must have improved from my former self if I can take down this giant wolf without being bothered by the gore.

“You have Defeated a Fenrir; Its power now becomes yours.”

A window appears before me again. It must have been the wolf that the quest was talking about. It must have been lousy information; there was only one, not a pack.

I look back down at the paper I’m grasping in my bones, but the paper practically crumbles after getting soaked by blood. I’ll just grab an ear and take it back for now. I can come back later for more proof if I need it.

I walk up to its face and see a saliva-soaked metal helmet and leather gloves by the Fenrir’s open mouth. What luck! Just what I need! I pick up the armor and look into its mouth for more, but I don't see anything.

Needing more armor to cover myself, I think about cutting its stomach open, but I have no clue where it is. And it would take too long with my short little sword.

I figure the quickest way would be through its mouth. I would definitely not do this if I were alive, but I know it's dead, and it doesn't disgust me.

I put my sword in my ribcage again and push its jaws open as wide as I can, and I see just how massive the beast really is. Its mouth is about the size of a small room, and its throat is the size of a small hallway.

After walking through its dark esophagus lit by the fire-like light coming from my head, I enter a larger chamber filled with liquid and all sorts of armor and skeletons.

One armor set catches my eye as it still looks new and has chainmail legs, boots, and a chest plate with chainmail arms. It’s being worn by a skeleton that looks like it has been sitting in its stomach for a while. Its bones are pale and brittle, with cracks forming everywhere.

I grab the armor and give the old owner a fist bump.

“From skeleton to skeleton. I thank you.”

I say with a chuckle as I grab my sword and swipe at the outsides of the stomach. Another flood of guts and goop covers me, and I see the light through my shallow slash. I crawl through and find myself at the rear of the wolf near its back.

Thats strange. I would have thought a wolf's organs would be at the front. I think to myself as I walk across its thick fur, as long as meadow grass, heading back to its ear. I cleave it off in one clean go. It’s so big I have to carry it with two hands, so I put my sword back inside my armor and put on my helmet before heading back to the village for my reward.