1 The very first day of my new life (Updated)

"This is bullshit...fired again and I wasn't even allowed to file the report... it's become a habit, huh?" (Francis)

Francis had recently been fired from his job, which had become a bad habit of his, not achieving anything interesting in his life, never having any personal accomplishments or goals made him have very little motivation in his life.

Depression and moodiness had already become a constant part of his life, obviously this was not something he wanted, but neither could he help it, no motivation in his life made him see only the negative in everything.

As he walked down the street in the dark being illuminated by the sidewalk lights, he looked like a psychopath looking for his next victim, but that really didn't matter to him in the least.

The only place that Francis could call home and feel at peace was a small apartment near the center of town, but that feeling of peace changed to sadness, when he noticed that there was a box with his belongings outside the apartment, as he approached he inspected the lock on the door confirming that he had been taken out of his apartment, the last place he could call home.

"...I give up...I can't take this anymore" (Francis)

At that moment Francis felt completely overwhelmed and defeated, the last bastion of hope for him had been taken from his hands, without any reason, without warning or anything, he was again alone in the street.

There was nothing left to do, no home, no family, no money, there really weren't many options to move forward, when he checked the box Francis found a picture with a photo on it, his mother and him hugging each other, taken by his father, the feeling of nostalgia had appeared and he couldn't stop tears from running down his face.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry..."(Francis)

Francis couldn't help but cry at that moment holding his mother's picture, he had already lost all hope and had no way to get up again, in the distance suddenly a car speeding past him, stepping on the stagnant water in the street, soaking Francis completely.

The water had bathed his tears and at that moment an immense anger appeared in him and without thinking about it he went to the middle of the street pointing his finger at the car that had soaked him without realizing that behind him, another car was coming at full speed, Francis looked back, but it was too late, he had made a bad decision, too late.

The last thing he could see were the headlights of the vehicle and then I watched his body on the ground and the blood pouring around him, leaving his body, leaving his pathetic and fragile body.

His whole life passed in front of his eyes for a few seconds, showing him what he had done in his life, "nothing" was all he could add up to what he had done in his life, absolutely nothing, no friends, no partner, no one to accompany him anymore, no one to give him a hand, just him.

The sudden darkness overwhelmed him, frightened and confused him, but after a few seconds his eyes opened again, but not seeing a sky full of stars, he was now seeing what appeared to be a gray brick ceiling, covered with what appeared to be green mushrooms on the wall as if nature had claimed that place again.

"W-What's going on...?"(Francis)

Francis got up from the floor and looked around, looking at a huge corridor, to both sides this seemed totally endless, the walls were well finished and finished with a rock cut in a very hurry, strangely you could see a strange and slight blue light behind him, but when he turned around he could not find anything.

When moving his hand he felt something strange in them and when observing it his face was full of fear and confusion, his hand had become skeletal and was covered by something that seemed to be a kind of blue fire more like a fog on his ice, when closing and opening his fist he could confirm that in fact it was his hand, but he did not understand why it was like that.

Again inspecting the long and endless tunnel, you could notice many webs, a clear indication that this place had not been visited by anyone for a long time, perhaps never again had been visited by anything alive, but spiders.

when looking closely at his arms, francis could notice several pieces of jewelry on his fingers, arms, and what seemed to be a kind of armor on his chest, legs and even his head, because when he touched you could feel the solidity of a helmet, the jewels were of different colors, one more beautiful than the other, 10 rings and 10 fingers, strangely these were perfect for his fingers, as well as some bracelets on each arm and the armor that covered his arms.

the helmet was easily removed from francis' head and inspecting it closely, it had an exquisite decoration, but the helmet and its base seemed to have been made of materials handled in a rough way, hit and broken in some sides, it demonstrated that that armor had suffered some damages, the exquisite decoration of the helmet was three jewels deceived in the forehead, three different colors and several horns leaving the helmet, which inspecting it with more attention formed a crown.

Francis felt that standing up would be a big problem because of the armor he was wearing at the time, but it turned out to be just the opposite, as he stood up he could feel the ground cracking and sinking beneath him.

"W-what the hell?!"

The floor had cracked suddenly showing that Francis was not only quite tall, but also very heavy, at the beginning of his rise Francis felt a sudden dizziness and leaned against one of the walls, his height was absurd, more than he could have imagined, almost touching the ceiling with his head, although the helmet protected him the blow could still hurt so he got up carefully regaining stability.

The armor on his body was somehow incredibly comfortable, almost as if it were his own skin, it did not limit his mobility nor could he feel its weight, in his synture he could notice a handle, a handle of a weapon, a very strange weapon with a very macabre and cruel appearance, it consisted of a mace with three diamond-shaped cubes with very sharp points, totally inhuman if Francis could say so, whoever was hit with such a thing could be killed in a horrible way.

the hammer in his hand, was strangely comfortable, easy and safe to handle although he would require practice to use it, since by giving a sudden swing to the left this sledgehammer to the wall enlarging it in a big portion.

"aaahh...oops..."

as he struggled to pull the mace out of the wall he successfully removed it, removing much of the wall in the process, the strange sound of the metal at that moment distracted Francis and he saw another handle of a gun on his back, leaving the mace in its grip again in its socket this removed the gun from his back and he saw what appeared to be a jaw, a huge jaw, which still had the original teeth of whatever the original creature was, This jawbone had been converted into a homemade sword, despite that the appearance did not cease to be incredible, but the most incredible thing was what was at the bottom of the handle, exactly in the cheekbone of the sword, the cheekbone had an eye which blinked vividly, looking at Francis, he did not feel disgust, or fear, he did not feel anything, it was strange, but Francis could not feel anything else

[It seems you did not like being on the ground eh?] (Francis)

Francis staring at the eye couldn't help but say a few words.

"You are... strangely beautiful."

Francis was lost in time admiring the eye and the sword in his hand, but looking at where he had stuck his mass, he could notice that the hole had disappeared, which confused him immensely and left him speechless, until some voices suddenly distracted him.

As he turned around slowly he could see four immovable people, two teenagers, an adult woman and an old man, a strange group, in a strange place, no doubt the day had become stranger, without hesitation he turned around and raised his hand.

"Hello, I..."(Francis)

"A new creature in the dungeon, I've never seen anything like it, we must leave as soon as possible, it doesn't seem to be aggressive, but let's not take any chances."(mysterious old man

The old man interrupted Francis at that moment, saying some strange words which made no sense to Francis, and suddenly a pillar of light enveloped the four people and made them disappear, although the old man did not take his eyes off Francis until he had disappeared.

"What the hell is going on here..."(Francis)

Again loneliness was present and Francis was left all alone in that place, but now at least he had a direction to go, on the side where those four people had come from, it meant the exit had to be there.

"I want to get out of here as soon as possible..."(Francis)

Francis had no idea what was going on, or where he was, only that he knew it was not a dream and that staying there would not help him find answers.

"This must be the way out then..."(Francis)