Chapter-11 (Rebirth)

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*(this is the sound of william running)

William thought in his mind as he ran.

I am a coward.

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*

When I first entered the dungeon my endurance and strength were my greatest stats and with my talent in the sword anyone else in my place would have chosen to be a swordsman.

But I chose to be an archer instead.

Why?

Because....

I didn't wanted to get hurt.

I didn't wanted to experience that pain again.

I didn't want to die....

Is it bad that I wanted to live?.

Is it wrong to want to live? Is it wrong to cherish your life in a dungeon filled with monsters and not take risks?

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*

I don't know.

I suppose that it depend on the perspective really.

But as I rememberd the smiling face of Dylan I start having doubts.

*Tap*----*Tap*-----*STOP*

"I can't..."

*Huuuuh*haaaah*

I take a deep breadth and let it out as my eyes lit up with a new determination.

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*

'I can't just abandon them'

I make a silent remark to myself as I turn around and start running back.

[Note- read carefully from here on as the past and present scenes will be clashing with each other]

Why does this seem familiar?

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*

My vision changes with every step that I take.

*Tap*Tap*Tap*Tap*

My surrounding changed to a broken school corridor when I took my left step and then it comes back to the dungeon walls when I take my right step.

*step*--*step*

I slow down a little as the hard dungeon floor gets replaced by a stone cold floor.

*step*--

the exit to the cave gets replaced by a closed classroom door with 'XI-A' written on it.

I reach out my hands and push through the door.

"------------"

A floor littered with blood enters my vision.

and as I look at the middle of the classroom.

*Clank*

My arms loose strength as my weapon fells down with a clank.

*Thud*

My legs gave in as I fall on my knees.

Tears start forming at the corners of my eyes as I look at what's lying in the middle of the floor littered with blood.

A blood covered figure of Dylan/Rahul.

'Thanks for the help kid"(Dylan)

'Hey XXXXX can I copy your homework?"(Rahul)

'You know I've killed a minotaur before--hey hey I'm serious so stop laughing OKAY!!!!"(Dylan)

'XXXXX let's bunk the next class okay....wait don't go to the teacher it's a joke man a JOKE'(Rahul)

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'Dont waste your life seeking revenge...'(Dylan).

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*ROAAARRRR*

I stare blankly through the ceiling of the broken classroom and see the cause of my friends death.

A Dragon.

*Screech*

A moment later the dragon is replaced by..

A horde of Giant Ants.

As the memory of my past and my present comes together a rush of sadness comes flowing out.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA"

'I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorry'

I shout out while keep repeating the same line in my mind.

I tightly shut my eyes as I say in my mind.

'I don't want any of this....'

*RUMBLE*

It was AT this moment that something which had always been inside of me REACTED.

*RUMBLE*

The world stopped moving.

*RUMBLE*RUMBLE*

All of the colours are lost.

*RUMBLE*RUMBLE*RUMBLE*

And within this colourless world without anyone noticing a change starts taking place within my status

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Skills-:

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*Swordsman- I

*Basic archer- I

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A skill which was ignored by everyone.

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Skills-:

' '-(??)

*Swordsman- I

*Basic archer- I

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A power which is not given to me by anyone but is mine and mine alone....

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Skills-:

' Authority'-(??)

*Swordsman- I

*Basic archer- I

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Was shaking like never before.

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Skills-:

'Transmigrator's Authority'-(??)

*Swordsman- I

*Basic archer- I

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You have acquired the skill [Cold Blooded-(S)]

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Colours returned to the world.

*Screech*

The world started moving again.

The process which looked like it took hours was in fact completed in an instant.

Everything returned back to how it was.

Except when I once again opened my eyes tears no longer came out.

No hatred, No pain, No suffering....

All that's left are those crystal clear eyes filled with...

Indifference.

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