Unwelcome Visitors

"Okay, time to make my great escape," Reign declared.

With all his strength , he pushed the coffin door upward, straining hard. His strength barely sufficed to move the heavy stone above him. 

'My bones are so weak,' he thought, 'they might break if I don't strengthen them soon .'

It was a struggle, and he could almost hear the sounds of his bones creaking and cracking as he pushed. 

Fortunately, his decision to allocate all of his points to strength paid off. Finally, he succeeded in completely opening his grave. 

'Whew, that was close! Almost ended up a permanent resident in there. Would've been pretty embarrassing after getting this system,' he chuckled.

'This system sure knows how to cut it close, barely giving me enough points to make my escape.' he added

After relaxing for a bit, he began inspecting his own bones.

Closer examination, he noticed that he was nothing but a corpse with some decaying muscles still clinging to his body.

One might expect to be horrified by such a sight, but strangely, he found his current appearance rather normal.

He made an effort to shift his body and muster the strength to stand up. But with his pathetically low stats, it felt like trying to stand up in a world made of thick, gooey syrup.

Each attempt resulted in wobbles and struggles, making it a real challenge to get on his feet. 

While he was trying to get the hang of his new body, he was jolted by the sound of approaching footsteps, each step growing louder and closer. 

"Oh, crap. Don't tell me I have to face my first fight with this weak body," he panicked. After some quick thinking, he decided to find a place where he could hide.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time, so he left the tomb cover open and pretended to be lifeless—well, technically, he was already dead, so it was more like he just laid down in the coffin. 

CREAK

The heavy tomb door creaked open.

As the steps drew nearer, he could discern from the sounds of their footsteps that there were more than just one person approaching.

"Damn, someone came here before us " A middle-aged man in his 40s spoke. He was holding an axe on his shoulder like a lumberjack. 

"Yo!. You said that this grave was filled with treasure. But the coffin is already open." Another man spoke. They came here together but this man is a bit younger. He's around 20 years old and was wearing a black jacket. 

"Look at this tomb. I'm sure there were treasures here before, but now it's all gone. "Both of them look at the dead body inside the coffins. They're veteran grave robbers so they did not find the corpse disgusting.

Little did they know, there was never any treasure in this place to begin with. The old man's relatives had already stripped him of all his wealth before laying him to rest here. 

"What are we going to do now?" The younger one grumbled.

"Stay here. I'm going to scout the area and find another target. And you should fix this grave. We don't want others to know that there's a grave robber in this cemetery. Those damn amateurs, they didn't even cover their tracks," the man's voice brimmed with frustration.

It was common knowledge to repair the grave after robbing it to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

"Alright, fine. I'll just take a cigarette break first," the man said, sitting down and retrieving a cigarette from his chest pocket. 

"Don't slack off!" the middle-aged man warned, clearly unimpressed with his current companion.

"Don't worry, I'll get to it after I finish this cigarette," the younger man waved him off.

The middle-aged man nodded with suspicious look and walk out of the tomb, the echoes of his footsteps slowly fading into the distance. 

They were quite complacent as they went about their business. After all, they were accustomed to digging graves, feeling at home in the graveyard.

Grave robbing was illegal, but for them, it was a lucrative endeavor that offered substantial money if they happened to unearth a coffin belonging to a wealthy individual.

Rich people often placed jewelry and other valuables inside, after all. 

Unfortunately, these duo didn't take another glance at the corpse in the coffin.

If they had, they would have been scared out of their wits to see the unsettling, smiling face of a dead man.

'Oh, hehehe. Looks like luck's on my side.

A feast is on the menu tonight,' Reign chuckled to himself, his hunger intensifying as he caught the scent of human flesh from the coffin.

It was as if his instincts were urging him to feast on them. 

'I'm hungry!'