"King Julian of Muzez, show yourself this minute!" A loud, menacing voice thundered across the encampment following a series of explosions.The voice of the soldiers outside the tent interrogating the owner of the voice and asking him not to come closer could be heard, as well as the sound of them unsheathing their swords and preparing to engage with the stranger.Inside the royal tent, King Julian trembled at the sound of the voice. Even without seeing the face of this person or knowing their intention, he could already tell it wasn't a good one.Osborne was also very concerned, he could sense a strong, dark magical presence the moment the explosions occurred outside.William pieced together the actions of the corrupted creatures earlier, the details of his urgent quest and the arrival of the stranger and got a clearer and wider understanding of what was happening.'Someone’s been targeting the king all along, and those corrupted creatures were his undead puppets meant to capture him

The dim glow of the moon bathed the encampment where the corpses of numerous corrupted creatures as well as soldiers could be seen littering the ground. The burnt tent and the scattered campfire could be seen as well, releasing white fumes into the dark night.Further away from the encampment, the remaining crew members could be seen chanting words of prayer as they prepared to bury their comrades that had lost their lives protecting the king.They all had solemn expressions but none were as sorrowful as the king who could not hold back the tears dripping from his eyes. Theobald and Osborne stood beside him, silently observing the corpses.Constantly, Theobald clenched his fist and gritted his teeth with rage — the corpse of his comrades laid before him, each slaughtered in the most inhumane manners that made them revolting to even look at.It pained the captain that he had failed to protect his men once again. He felt even more ashamed of himself, recalling just how frightened he was

After arriving in his room, William sat on the bed and opened his character status to observe his progress so far.-------------Name - William AshworthHP -100%MP - N/A ( Unlock mana at Lvl 10 )Level - 9 (590/1330)Legacy Order: 0Title - N/ABlessing - N/ASTATSStrength - 55Defense - 55Agility - 57Luck - 4Unassigned points - 18SKILLSSwordmaster Lv 2, Wild Beast Extermination Lv 1INVENTORY---------------William observed the growth he had managed to obtain, he had grown by over five levels since the last time he checked his character status, which was a lot of progress.Since he unlocked his system, he hadn’t allocated any of the unassigned points. The only time he considered doing so was to increase his luck, but finding that impossible, he forgot about allocating any and instead began stacking them for a time he would need them.From the words of Osborne, the Mountain of Skulls was several times more dangerous than Darkwood Forest and the feared bridge combined. The Mayh

Now, within the confinement of the maleficent tunnel, the crew was greeted by a putrid smell of unknown origin. The odor was so overpowering that they had to fashion a new set of makeshift nose masks to cover their noses, even though these only made breathing more difficult inside the tunnel, which already lacked fresh air.Even with the nose masks on, they could not completely evade the strange stench. It was far worse than the smell at the feared Bridge of the South, of course, excluding its hallucinating effect.Some of the soldiers even began to puke non-stop, delaying the journey a little bit.It took a tremendous amount of willpower for William to stop himself from throwing up as well. He could only wonder what—and where—the smell was coming from.William knew the scent of rotten corpses, having grown up in the trenches where people died regularly from starvation and crime. But he could swear that this smell was a hundred times worse than that—even sewage doesn’t smell this bad.

Inside the tunnel, the clangor of blade colliding against the bony hands of the abnormality could be heard.Theobald could be seen swinging his swords against the two bony hands that constantly tried to stab his heart. The captain was already perspiring, having been swinging his sword non-stop for more than ten minutes against the rapid attacks.Not so far away, William could be seen sprinting towards the main body of the abnormality while blocking off the other hands twisting towards him from different directions.His uniform was already stained with blood from two new injuries sustained in the last ten minutes. His body was constantly reminded of the pain as he moved around."Caring about the hands would only lead to exhaustion. I need to find a way to end its life before it ends mine," William concluded.Since he arrived in this world, this was the only time he doubted his capability to survive. The three injuries on his body made him realize how possible his death was.SCREECH!Th