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  Chapter 74: Expl Said Dungeon.

  *Celia’s POV*

  Shit… this dungeon is b! That is what I would say, if I could actually explore it… I am still in the same room as before, sihere is an odd looking door, that will not open at all. I have tried EVERYTHING, but nothing will open it…

  Maybe magic would work, but I ot use any magi this dungeon, it seems. Did those higher beings teleport me here just to mess with me? Again!? Frankly, I was beyond bored, so I just got a mini dungeon core, and teleported bay dungeon.

  I mean… that was what I wao do, but it didn’t work either… What the fuck? Are those higher beings trying to starve me to death!? Jokes on them, Ria packs my pouch full of food almost every day! From what she told me, it was just on the off ce that I get trapped, or lost, like what just noened.

  So, I won’t starve, for at least a week or two. But I am still pletely stu this dungeon… Well, it is a cave, but I am pretty sure that it is a dungeon, going by that cool looking door.

  Why even the door, though? It’s like seeing a randomly pced asset in a game. Granted, it is a stone door, but it still looks out of p this cave…

  Um… Ria? you hear me?… Nope, no respo all… Maybe I get out through the hole I fell into? I checked back where I fell, well I didn’t get into the water, but I could see that the hole was actually now gone… Are those higher beings really trying to kill me off!?

  With great frustration, I walked back over to the weird door, and tried even more things to get it to open up. But nothing worked at all! Motherfucker! Why am I even here in this pce? Could you… I don’t know, at least give me a sign? Nope. What was I even expeg from these assholes?…

  Celia: “Open Sesame!” I yell with a frustrated tone.

  Of course, that didn’t work, so I started to walk away, just to find a pce to sit down at. That was, until I heard the door opening… Looking back, it was now open. What the fuck!? There is no way that random ass phrase actually opened up the door! I am being pranked! Whatever… I decided to just walk through the door, and be frustrated ter.

  Brick lined corridors were what awaited me. Yup, this was definitely a dungeon. I took out my sword from my pouch, as I o be o. After walking for a few minutes, I heard the sound of rattling, and something walking. Stopping in pce, I waited for whatever is ing my way, to actually show up.

  It was a skeleton! But, like, ohat actually moves, and stuff. Si had a sword, it rushed up to me, and tried to cut me down. But I also have a sword, and I was easily able to deal with the skeleton boy.

  Not! I totally lied! Rather than a sword, he had an actual handgun! Most people from this world probably would have died, sihey didn’t uand what the skeleton’s on was.

  As for me, o shot at me, I dodged to the left, and then rushed over to it, before cutting the bone hand that held the handgun off. At that point, the skeleton didn’t have any means of attag me, besides its bones. I pushed it down to the ground, and then crushed its skull with my foot.

  Okay… What the fuck? Looking at the skeleton, it had a modern US military uniform on. Though it was slightly worn, it was still i shape. But that begs the question, if time works faster within dungeons, why is this skeleton’s clothes in such a det dition? This dude must have wandered into this dungeon before the end world ended, which proves that I was right about dungeons popping up in my past life.

  If that is the case, then why the heck is this dude’s clothes not plete dust by this point? Thousands of years have passed iy, which means that even more time would have passed within this odd dungeon… Ah, right, teehee! I just use I on this dude’s remains, to figure shit out, silly me!______________________________________________________________________________

  :Status:

  Name: John Clerkson.

  Race: Skeleton Ghost.

  Level: 82.

  HP: 450/450.

  Hunger: 0/0.

  Exp Gained From Killing: 1854.

  Drops: Old Unknown ons.

  :Summary:

  A ghost skeleton, is a skeletal creature, that doesn’t age whatsoever. Moving remains that usually e from a being that had much regret about dying.

  How to best fight such beings, isn’t known at all. As some Skeleton Ghost’s, either be basically harmless, or the remains of an a mage. Extreme Caution is advised before deg to engage in battle.______________________________________________________________________________

  Good to know that my memory of military uniforms that I learned in college, actually helped me out somewhat. Kinda sad that this dude even had a name, but at least I finally let him rest. But did that say that he drops old ons!?

  Swallowing my saliva, I pick up the handgun. And I actually was able to take it! It looked like it was a M1911A1, though, taking the mag out, it wasn’t chambered in 45 ACP, but 9MM instead. I guess that this dude really likes the look of a M1911A1, but wa in 9MM rather than 45 ACP.

  Digging through the clothes of the skeleton, I find a few extra mags of 9MM. I put both the handgun, and the extra mags into my pouch. I would love to use them right now, but I might not get many more firearms, or even ammo. Rather tha all, I should just keep it so that I figure out exactly how such a firearm is made.

  Which would greatly speed up the process of me making firearms! I looked through the skeleton’s clothes a bit more, but all I found was a folded up photo. Since I wasn’t looking to be sad at the moment, I just put it back where I found it.

  Now I am even more ied in this dungeon! Who knows, maybe by the end of this dungeon, I’ll end up with aire armory of firearms! As I was thinking this, sh out near me.

  The heck? Is it another person, or are the skeletons just trigger happy? Whatever it is, I should go iigate it. More firearms, or a cute girl, regardless of what I find, I must push on!