I'm glad the original quest was well-received.
Arafell: Nice idea. But, again, zombies. Being blind, as far as I am aware, wouldn't impede them very much. In an actual fight with an actual thinking opponent, that would be useful, but Jee-Han hasn't, nor does he plan to, fight human opponents.
Dwennon: That would be more inefficient than just throwing a [Spiraling Energy Bolt] at them. Besides, Death of 1000 Cuts is what he used to kill the Legion Zombie; each [Spiraling Energy Bolt] only did slightly more than half a percent of the Legion Zombie's HP in damage.
Perfect Lionheart: I'm not running the scenario so much as I am inspired by the Hotel level. The grades thing, while not exactly as much of a concern as Jee-Han made it, is still kind of worrying. His predicted scores in Math, Science, and English come from his previous life, where he was a bit of a nerd and spoke English like an intelligent native. On the other hand, his knowledge of Korean writing is… slapdash, since he thinks in English (I mentioned that briefly in the chapter) and most of his historical knowledge comes from a 'Murican perspective. Half 100% and half 0% average out into an F; hell, half 100% and half 40% still average into an F.
Also, doubling the score doesn't double the capability of a character, so his IQ hasn't almost quadrupled. His stats before he got the Ability were terible in everything but INT and WIS, though they were lowered so he didn't start with good stats at LVL 1 (his previous stats were about equivalent to what he has now, with a bit more LUK instead of DEX). Any stat below 10 is considered to be "bad enough for comment", so STR and VIT are terrible, with DEX slightly better. Considering that PE isn't much of a concern in any nonmilitary school I've heard of, he should be able to pass by. And, while 40 INT is pretty high, there are many people out there have 70 INT or above. He planned to pump INT to 50 before spending elsewhere because it's the stat that determines [Spiraling Energy Bolt]'s damage, which is what he uses to grind on the Legion Zombie.
As for his improvement list, he did all he knew how to do at the time. The biker jacket as armor was put on hold because he lacked the funds to buy it. The armor he made didn't give any defensive attribute whatsoever, so he figured that it would take something like a bulletproof vest to provide defense. The support magic he thought of was primarily based in things he couldn't imagine how to do, like illusions or debilitating hexes. The only thing he could possibly cobble together is [Energy Barrier], and he was thinking about something more like D&D's Mage Armor, which is basically a magical layer of armor that lasts for an hour before falling. He didn't want the "magical shield parry" idea because he thought the attacks that would hit him would either bust through something like that (Legion Zombie's tarmac throw) or would come as a surprise (Squire's attack in chapter 14). Which is pretty true.
Nonedible healing items were a low priority anyway, since he could heal up just fine by eating a sandwich or drinking milk, and because he didn't run into any status effects yet. Also, things like antivenoms don't do shit against any kind of powerful toxin, so the only things that would be useful would cure the least worrisome effects, like bleeding.
Finally, the lack of perception and focus are what he's normally like, unless he makes a conscious effort to concentrate. The "punishment" just make those attributes surface at the worst times. It's slowly getting better, but he's still fond of mental diatribes in combat.
Generalhyna: You mean write your own story based off mine? Sure, go ahead. If you meant to play the videogame or pen and paper RPG, I don't really see why you need my permission.
Hyuhuhuu: Yep, just cruising. He's not ambitious at all, and he's based mostly off myself, who can't imagine the effort it would take to become the star of the school. Also, the only reason to use a piercing attack over a blunt attack would be because you can't crack the target's armor. Zombies have no armor. And, yeah, I will continue writing. Thanks!
Selias: It's because the vast majority of his attacks are ranged. Also, almost all his melee attacks are powered by MP, which is given by INT. So more INT means stronger ranged attacks and more MP for magic and melee.
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Dialog Cheat Sheet
Emphasis
Game Text if centered
[Activating game ability]
SHOUTING
Cutting someone o- short
*sound effect*
Written word if centered
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I placed the now-read diary page in the Inventory and regarded the dead Zombie Squire. Well, re-dead. Well, now dissipated. Damn, forgot about that. Either way, the combination of leather and metal in its armor reminded me of a medieval soldier. I guess a zombie needs several centuries of alone time to develop sapience.
I wonder if I'll come across zombified knights? Oh god, or zombie wizards!? That was just what I was hoping to avoid!
Fuck me. Where'd that Squire come from, anyway? The upper floors? I suppose; the barricading shows a boot print on the dust. Should I barricade it further?
Nah, for two reasons. One: I have no tools or good materials to barricade with. Two: these Squires are pretty good XP and easy to kill to boot; just knock them down, give a few head smacks, and repeat. The only problem is sneaking up on me so they can get a hit in. And they hurt like a… really painful thing. Bee sting?
How much damage did it do, anyway?
"Status."
Name: Han Jee-Han
Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter
Class: The Gamer
LVL: 13
XP: 1010/13000
HP: 146/200
MP: 277/365
STR: 8
DEX: 12
VIT: 8
INT: 40
WIS: 20
LUK: 7
Points: 0
Money: 500450 W
Wow, over 50 damage. My armor turned an ax blow by a desiccated corpse into a regular zombie's bite. Is that amazing or shitty? How does Armor work in this game, anyway? I mean, there are two ways I can think of.
Option one: Armor gives a percentage off damage. This would mean about 1000 Armor would take, say, 25% off of all damage taken. This is what most RPGs and MMOs use for their systems. I'm not really a fan of this, since it eventually boils down into DPS versus Armor battles. If that's the case, my 40 Armor against that Squire's attack would've meant almost nothing.
Option two: Armor subtracts from all damage taken. I actually like this one, since, while a leather chestpiece might not do shit against a lance, would help immensely against something low damage like a fist. This would mean the Squire would normally hit for about 100 HP, meaning they could twoshot me without my duster.
Either way, a Zombie Squire can four or fiveshot me with the duster. So they're pretty fucking dangerous. I'm just not sure how fucking dangerous.
Next LVL, I'm putting points in DEX and VIT again. STR and LUK aren't very helpful in a fight, at least my type of fighting. INT's really high for my LVL, and WIS will just give me more MP before each fight. So I'll put points in WIS next LVL, assuming I'm still here for my next LVL UP. Then again, even if I put all my points in it, I can't get the next MP Regen upgrade. Eh, I still need that upgrade after this. So I'll split the points between WIS and LUK.
Time to heal up. I have, what, 5 sandwiches in my Inventory? That's 3 more than I need. Just pull them out and gobble them down, one after another.
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One thing that came out of this is my new knowledge that putting something in the Inventory is like putting them in stasis. I wonder what all I can put in there? Something living, maybe? Though there's not much use for that outside of a prison break or smuggling people and animals over the border.
Hm. Whatever. Now that I'm fully healed, which way did the ghost go? Right, I think? Well, only two ways to check.
"[Energy Sensing]."
Ah man, just as shocking as the last time. Which one, which one… the right. And what's that faint human presence again? I'm not sure if it's human, but it feels familiar and not zombie-like, so I'm assuming it's the only other NPC type I've met often. So what's it doing here? Is it the last tenant, whose name I don't know nor care to know? I suppose I can't really say anything for sure right now.
Now comes the real decision: whether or not to follow the ghost. If this was an actual game, I would head left immediately so I could find more shinies and XP dispensers. But I'm not entirely comfortable just walking around here, especially since that gives the ghost more time to prepare for my arrival.
… Prepare with what? Upon further reflection, there's not much I think a ghost could do to prepare that would affect me. If they can use magic, I'm pretty much fucked anyway, regardless of what I do. If it can't, then the most it could do is set up physical traps, which I'm confident I can avoid with caution and the liberal use of inanimate objects as patsies. Assuming it can even set up traps in the first place.
And there's probably nothing down the left path that I wouldn't find on the right, but fighting more of it would give me the chance to LVL UP.
Ugh. Put like that, the only logical choice is left. I should cheer up, maybe I'll find treasure?
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The LVL of [Stealth] has gone up by one.
I froze immediately, wildly but silently searching around me. Upon seeing there was no Squire following me, I relaxed marginally. If I'm right, [Stealth] only LVLs if I avoid detection by someone or something. So something's around that would've detected me if I wasn't trying to sneak.
Fuck me.
Well, there's a door about a meter away from my current position. Maybe the unknown enemy's there? Better prepare for a surprise attack, though.
I pulled my fists up into a loose approximation of a boxing stance, inching towards the door. Just as my fingers brushed the handle, A FUCKING SWORD BLADE PUNCHED THROUGH THE WOOD! Yanking my hand back, as well as jumping away a decent distance, I clenched my fists tightly, trying and failing to bring my heart back to its resting pulse.
A strong force struck the door, apparently too much for the latch, and it launched open with a shower of woodchips.
My first impression of the enemy was 'shiny'. It was followed by 'big'. The last was 'out of my goddamn league'. It was that hypothesized Zombie Knight I proposed when such a thing was laughable, rather than horrifyingly real. It was clad in a full suit of armor that somehow combined rust, scratches, and polish in a stylishly-disheveled package. The Knight carried a worn-looking sword, covered in chips and blood, in its right hand and a battered kite shield lacking an insignia in its left.
"O-[Observe]."
Zombie Knight LVL: 27
HP: 2400 (2400) MP: 250 (250)
An old walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts. This zombie appears to have been a knight before being reborn, and still possesses the hallmarks of its former profession.
Okay, okay, calm down. I bet this thing'll be weak to magic.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Fortunately, the attack knocked the Knight back, halting what looked to be a charge. What's the damage?
"[Observe]."
Zombie Knight LVL: 27
HP: 2253 (2400) MP: 250 (250)
An old walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts. This zombie appears to have been a knight before being reborn, and still possesses the hallmarks of its former life.
Wow. Almost 150 damage done. Alright, that's about 15 more uses, right? Let's get to it, then.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
What the fuck… I actually forgot about the shield. I should've expected that block. Alright, asshole, try this on for size.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Hah! Right into the knee! That one actually knocked it down, since I aimed for the leg that was taking a step. Time to capitalize on this advantage with gratuitous called shots to the head.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Aww, it got up. Time for round 2.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
And down it goes! Man, I actually kind of feel bad for the poor thing, taken down by such a young mage who started practicing less than 2 weeks ago. Not bad enough to stop, but enough to… not sadistically extend the fight?
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Erg, only got off 5 before it stood up again.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Wow. It actually avoided falling down by not actually taking a step, just moving its foot out. This must be a zombie genius. Ah well, just one more.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
And the Knight… fails to keel over. Hmm…
"[Observe]."
Zombie Knight LVL: 27
HP: 329 (2400) MP: 250 (250)
An old walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts. This zombie appears to have been a knight before being reborn, and still possesses the hallmarks of its former life.
Huh. I guess those headshots did a lot more damage than the kneeshots. That's easily rectified.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
This time it fell again, possibly because it advanced a couple meters closer and got cocky.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
And now it goes down. I suppose kneeshots deal at least 30 damage. Wow, that was easy. Then again, I was constantly making called shots to the head, and kept it at range by knocking it over several times. That Armor would be pretty tough to crack normally, and it moved very far in the second I took to scan [Observe]'s data. That sword looked pretty mean, too. And I hit it when or where it couldn't block after that first time.
So, again, I cheesed my way through a difficult fight. Yay me.
Did it drop anything? Why, yes, yes it did. A shield? Cool, I was missing one of those.
"[Observe]."
Dented Kite Shield (SHIELD)
An old kite shield coated with a patina of scratches, bumps, and rust patches. It's fairly light and easy-to-handle, but will consequently be knocked away more often.
+100 Armor
35 Stability
Okay, that lends more credence to my theory of Armor subtracting from any damage takes. The shield would cover any damage less than 100, beyond which it would leak through to be taken care of by my body armor. It would be kind of silly if blocking with a shield only reduced physical damage by another 50%, though that would make sense for magical attacks. And I suppose Stability is like Dark Souls' Stability, where it governed how much stamina blocking an attack would take.
Regardless, I'm equipping this. It might not be good for general use, where I prefer freedom of movement more than protection, but it's perfect here. Now I can turtle like a true spearman!
After slotting in the shield and letting it weigh down my left arm, I turned to the room the Knight formerly occupied. The door was pretty much gone, leaving it wide open. Well, I wanted to explore this place, didn't I?
After stepping through the doorjamb, I was assaulted by the smell of rotting meat. Why I couldn't smell it earlier, don't ask me. After rubbing my eyes and resolving to breathe through my mouth for the next couple minutes, I beheld the ghastly sight before me. Two bodies, filleted open like a pair of fish, were laying on two wooden tables, with a collection of rusty, blood-stained surgical tools resting on a stool in-between the bodies. All the other furniture in the room (two sofas, cot, and a bookshelf) was pushed to the walls and covered in a rather thick layer of dust.
The bodies themselves were both male, one black and one... Indian? Now that I was examining them more clearly, their chests were both cut in the Y-shaped pattern doctors and morticians use to access the chest cavity. All the organs were removed to an unknown location, whilst the empty areas were filled with some kind of caulk-like substance, presumably some sort of stopgap for another object. The skulls were… gone. Just gone, with the heads looking like they were only staying together for the kids.
Heh. Hahaha…
Calm.
The rest of the bodies were surprisingly free of signs of injury. Not that I really know what to look for aside from cuts and bruises.
The room was oddly ordinary, even prying the bookshelf off the wall only proved it was empty. The surgical tools were completely mundane to my fledgling magical senses, and the only object capable of holding my attention for 30 straight seconds was a blood-soaked, spiral-bound notebook that was apparently thrown against the wall. The book was literally dripping as I picked it up, and all but the last page was unreadable. The page I could read was filled with random scribblings in some foreign language interspersed with spots of blood. You know, I wonder if the book and the diary page were by the same person? Taking the page out of my Inventory, I compared the two writing styles to the best of my ability.
After a couple minutes, I determined I know nothing about handwriting analysis; the differences could've arose from differing emotional states or being different people, I don't know. I do know that the book was written in using a ballpoint pen; fountain pen writing is either uniformly hair thin or slightly wider depending on the pen's orientation. Also, the writer of each piece is fluent in whichever language the selection is written in. If they weren't, there would be odd jerks and shapes in the letters/symbols that would point to an unfamiliarity in the writing and pausing to choose your next words.
So I did pretty fan-fucking-tastic for an amateur, in my opinion. Though I should read up on handwriting analysis when I get out of here, if I'm really serious about determining the author(s).
Yeah, work that optimism, Jee-Han.
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Ugh. Yet another room, yet another series of eviscerated bodies, yet another bloodstained notebook that only held one decipherable page filled with undecipherable gibberish. Sigh. Even the Zombie Knights are getting old to fight, though [Spiraling Energy Bolt] went up another LVL, while [Stealth] went up twice.
I think I've fought 4 Knights so far? Yeah, I think so. That would put me at around 2000 XP away from a LVL UP, since the Knights give 2500 XP per! It only takes 4 Knights to equal 1 Legion Zombie!
I'm totally coming back here once I get that LVL UP and leave.
I'm kind of worried about how easily I shrugged off seeing my first dead bodies, but I'm chalking it up to [A Gamer's Mind]. I've played maybe one game where the protagonist reacted adversely to a dead body, and he got over that by the end of the level, so he could cheerfully murder civilians by suffocating them with a plastic bag in level 2.
Yeah, I hope I don't start to find that appealing.
Hmm? At the end of the hall (finally found it!), there was a large set of double doors with elaborate brass handles. I'm assuming these're pulls.
Taking a wide stance, I gripped the doors firmly and heaved. Predictably, I fell flat on my ass and the doors caught on my legs, pulling them apart uncomfortably. Good news: the doors led to a fucking huge library at least two stories tall. Bad news: there was a small squadron of Knights guarding it.
Fuck my life.
I slammed the doors shut and beat it down the hall, ducking behind the nearest open door in the hall. The double doors remained shut for several seconds, making me think I overreacted, until a worn shield punched them open again. The Knights moved as a unit through the hall, staring straight at my hiding place the whole time. Come on, what to do, what to do….
I guess I should throw an attack at one of them to cause the leader to stumble and continue to flee further down the hall.
"[Heavy Spiraling Energy Bolt]!"
The lead Knight took the hit to the head like a brain-dead zombie, only held up by the supporting bodies of his teammates. Unfortunately, it only held the squad for a few moments before they continued. Fortunately, that was all the time I needed to make a 20 meter distance, more than enough room to establish a killing field.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
A whiff of smoke popped out of my hand. I really, really hate my MP-dependent fighting style.
So, time to run away?
Yeah, time to run away.
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Bwa. Gah. Hah. Ugh.
Ah man, I feel like I just sprinted down several hundred meters of hallway. Oh, I did? What I surprise.
Now I have these stairs, another hallway, more stairs, and then the walk home. The things I do to eat my mother's meals and sleep in my own bed.
Might as well start down, then.
Out of tired instinct, I ducked my head to avoid another spaghetti-covered rock. The ghost's back, isn't he. Just what I needed.
I spun around, coincidentally blocking the next rock with my shield. The ghost was… odd-looking. Instead of the translucent half-person depicted in popular media, it was a blob of white light, constantly shifting and writhing. I could see another rock floating near the periphery of the mass, so I shot at it with magic in an effort to distract it.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
The ghost's body deformed around the hit, and a sort of keening wail pierced my ears. Dropping the rock and abruptly turning around, it fled down the right-hand corridor.
Hoo boy, that was a bit terrifying. But informative. Apparently, ghosts are weak to magic. I'm going to abuse the hell out of that. Anyway, I don't think the Knight Squad's following me anymore. If that proves to be the case, I'll just sit here for half an hour so I can take out one of them and LVL UP, getting the free MP refill for the other 3. Hmm, better make it a full hour; just in case I need to disable the others.
What to do, though. What to do…
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Hah. That was an ordeal. I don't know what caused the author to think such a convoluted plot was a good idea, but it wasn't. Shounen-esque manhwa shouldn't have complicated plots unless they're a subversion of the typical tropes predominant in the genre. And, if they are complicated, they should still make sense! Plan out your mystery beforehand! It's practically impossible to create realistic villain motivations if you suddenly decide to make a character the villain halfway through!
Ahem. What's my MP?
"Status."
Name: Han Jee-Han
Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter
Class: The Gamer
LVL: 13
XP: 11010/13000
HP: 200/200
MP: 234/365
STR: 8
DEX: 12
VIT: 8
INT: 40
WIS: 20
LUK: 7
Points: 0
Money: 500450 W
A bit lower than what I wanted, but still over 100 MP more than I need. Did they head back to the library?
One way to check.
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There're the doors.
I lowered my stance and crept silently to the double doors. If I remember correctly, the Knights were clustered about 10 meters in the library, so I could probably peek inside without being noticed. I gripped the oversized handles loosely and gently pushed one door open, just enough to glance inside the room.
The library was remarkable unremarkable, with the walls lined floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves and several hallways leading off to the right and left. The Knights were milling around about 10 meters away, just like I thought. Unfortunately, there was nothing in their way to stop them from charging. No convenient chandeliers or other hazards, either. Damn.
I wonder if I could sneak in and take up position on one of the book shelves? Like, climb up and rain mystic death upon them as I laugh maniacally and regret my decision not to grow a handlebar mustache? No, I suppose that's not possible; handlebar mustaches aren't applicable in enough circumstances for me to regret growing one.
So the best course of action would be to quickly knock them all down, then focus fire on one until it falls while keeping the others on the ground. Then, when the LVL UP gives me more MP, I'll quickly decimate the others before exploring some more and heading back home.
It's foolproof!
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
When the last Knight toppled to the ground, I went on the offensive.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Oop, the others are getting up. Better fix that.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
And one to my target for good measure. Now, where was I?
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Oh yeah, there. Guess I should take care of the others again.
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
That was 14 shots, right? So wouldn't that mean I only need 2 more?
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Hmm…
"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."
Make that 3 more.
You've gained one LVL.
Ah, nice. Now, to take care of the rest.
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Juggling between the 3 remaining Knights was a bit worrying, but not too troublesome. All I needed to watch for was one of them getting up and rushing me. Couldn't have that, could we?
Well, to reward me for my efforts, I got another LVL in [Spiraling Energy Bolt] and substantial headway into my next LVL UP.
Name: Han Jee-Han
Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter
Class: The Gamer
LVL: 14
XP: 8010/14000
HP: 205/205
MP: 370/370
STR: 8
DEX: 12
VIT: 8
INT: 40
WIS: 20
LUK: 7
Points: 5
Money: 500450 W
I said I'd put points in DEX and VIT, but I'm not so sure, now. I mean, I used [Spiraling Energy Bolt] almost exclusively in my past few fights. But, then again, I don't want to focus exclusively on INT…
A compromise: 2 points to INT, 3 to LUK. I need to boost it, anyway, and the extra INT will help with both spells and exams. It's a twofer, that's for sure.
Name: Han Jee-Han
Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter
Class: The Gamer
LVL: 14
XP: 8010/14000
HP: 205/205
MP: 380/380
STR: 8
DEX: 12
VIT: 8
INT: 42
WIS: 20
LUK: 10
Points: 0
Money: 500450 W
Alright, yeah. Hmm…
I stared at the screen, eying the arrows next to the stat value numbers speculatively. Can I take points out of the stats and reassign them at any time?
Hesitantly, I tapped the left-facing arrow next to STR's 8. Nothing happened. Dammit all to hell.
Whelp, enough stalling. Time to explore the library.
Unfortunately, there are no books that really stand out and I'm in no mood to randomly search through them for useful information. Are these even written in something I recognize? Hmm… nope, they aren't. It's more of that scrabble writing I found in all those blood-soaked journals/novels. Shame, that. Wait, let's try another book in a different-colored binding from another shelf. Sigh. Same writing, I think. Third time? Third time's not the charm.
Well, I suppose that means that, unless I find something that's separate from the literary mass, I can safely assume they're all in the same language. Which means that, though there's less information, I don't have to spend so much time reading stuff I don't want to. That's kind of a victory, right?
What's in these hallways, though?
… Locked.
… Locked.
… Unlocked! No, wait… locked with a loose catch.
And locked, rounding out the set!
Well, I'm at a dead end. I'm starting to think this is more than a random haunting. Something bigger, something much more sinister.
I need a fedora and a Magnum so I can go farther down the rabbit hole in style.
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That's a wrap!
Jee-Han's on to something when he says this is more complex than a ghost haunting his old apartment. I gave a couple hints in the chapter as to what's going on, but I doubt anyone will guess what's actually going on. Hint hint.
I plan for this to be a reoccurring area, with more secrets, enemies, and treasures revealing themselves as Jee-Han grows and develops. So, spoiler alert, it's not going to be finished next chapter.
Name: Han Jee-Han
Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter
Class: The Gamer
LVL: 14
XP: 8010/14000
HP: 205/205
MP: 380/380
STR: 8
DEX: 12
VIT: 8
INT: 42
WIS: 20
LUK: 10
Points: 0
Money: 500450 W