Chapter 1 Twenty-sided dice

"ah!"

Mark opened his eyes and felt like he was touched by the afterglow of a nightmare, and woke up with extremely strong palpitations.

He was sweating profusely, covered his thumping, as if he was about to jump out of his chest and looked around in panic.

He sat in the corner of the wall, and with the dim moonlight that penetrated through the window, he saw a dark room that could be summarized as "done".

With a light move of his left foot, the old cabinet he touched immediately made a shocking "squeak" scream, which made him frown.

Apart from the rather European-style dilapidated furniture, there are walls that are moldy on all sides as if they are broken when they are touched. The entire brick-and-wood house is filled with the smell of rotten mold, and the surrounding environment tells Mark in an obvious way how long has the abandoned history of the building been.

Through the gap in the window made of rotten wood, you can see the traces left by the years on the bricks and tiles on the opposite eaves, and a large number of dark red vines climb onto them. In the darkness where the moonlight cannot shine, with the night wind blowing, they are like a large group of poisonous snakes, secretly wriggling their disgusting bodies.

A bit of fragments of memory poured into the brain—

The owner of this body is also called Mark Destiny, the son of an ordinary middle-level officer in the Wright Empire. With a relatively generous pension, he studied at the mysterious research discipline of the National Mistery University, a junior.

If he wanted to, he would either become a noble lady because of his handsome appearance, or rely on his father's father's charity to join the mysterious department of the military to study the [weird] phenomenon, be a civilian, live a life of steadfast, and live a steady life.

This time it was more like an internship before graduation. Tonight he was encouraged by several newly recognized adventurers' "friends" and followed him to explore the castle in a valley more than 30 kilometers west of the city.

Something happened not long after I came in.

The original owner saw some horror things, but he was so scared to death.

Mark, who occupied the magpie's nest, was in such a chaotic state.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he checked his equipment... Unexpectedly, he was wearing a complete set of close-fitting leather armor. Although there were a lot of fancy decorations on it, he pulled it and felt strong. There was also a piece of metal armor on his chest. Not only was it light and hard, but it also had a faint sacred aura.

He touched a revolver on the ground with his left hand. This old revolver with an oversized size, at least three kilograms, was so heavy that it was like holding a dumbbell.

The complex golden patterns on it show its considerable value.

The residual heat on the barrel told him that the gun had been fired not long ago.

I fumbled and opened the roller cartridge and found that there was only the last bullet left inside.

This is all his weapons. There should have been a sword because he found an empty scabbard on his waist...

As I saw it, there was a messy place. There was a dilapidated wooden door facing the broken cabinet at the far end, which clearly told me how panic the former owner of this body was after entering the room.

Looking at this old room with no way out, Mark instinctively felt something was wrong.

At this moment, something fell out of the pocket of the clothes.

When he picked it up, Mark was stunned.

"This is……"

Suddenly a bitter smile!

That is a twenty-sided dice that ordinary people would not use. Before Mark traveled through time, he used it to play the [Dungeons and Dragons] with his friends.

I still remember the game last night. He threw 10 full points 20 points in one go, killing all sides. His friends laughed at him for cheating. As a result, he posted his lucky experience on B station while joking.

The title is [I am very lucky tonight. As long as I have 100,000 likes, I will travel through another world.]

This is purely a joke, but I didn’t expect that within an hour, there would be one hundred thousand likes. The most common sentence in the comments was “helping every dream that doesn’t know how to live or die”!

Hmm, I wonder if this is an outrageous time travel?

Just as he picked up the crystal dice that he had traveled through, the already unclear moonlight dimmed, and the shadow of furniture bathed in the moonlight in the room suddenly stretched out.

The light and shadow around him kept flashing. The next second, most of the light between heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only three-quarters of the door panel. The black gap was pitch black and quiet, like the mouth of a ferocious beast that chose people to eat.

Mark found a kerosene lamp, took out the skills engraved in memory, and lit it with an old lighter. The swaying dim light illuminated a small area ahead, and the rising dust seemed to thrill to welcome the visitors.

Mark, who has watched countless horror movies, quickly made a decision: "Hell! You must not stay in this room."

He doesn't believe in any garbage legend that can protect against ghosts when drilling in bed.

After putting away the revolver and dice, he pulled open the cabinet and pushed open the dusty door. The long "creak" sound spread far in the night sky.

Behind the door is a stone staircase, which is a cylindrical spiral stairwell.

Mark was in trouble and felt very confused. He extended upwards and seemed to walk to Louis XVI Happy Platform, and drooped downwards and seemed to reach hell without any bottom.

The intuition told him that no matter where he went, he would dance among the fangs of the fake dragon.

“It’s too quiet…”

Just when he was undecided, a shrill scream came from about twenty meters above his head.

"ah--"

The kind of fear of the unknown and the roar of despair at the indescribable things was filled with a heart-wrenching chill from Mark's feet to his scalp, exploding goosebumps all over his body, and Mark's face turned pale.

Who was killed!?

Uh, even though I knew something was wrong from above, I was running over to watch the fun?

I'm not a silly roe deer!

No matter, run now!

Without thinking too much, Mark ran away toward the stone steps extending to the ground.

The light was dim, and the darkness deprived him of his perception of the distance, and the monotonous footsteps blurred his sense of time and distance.

He only knew to escape and stay away from where the screams came as soon as possible.

Just as he ran wildly to the point where his consciousness was a little blurred, he heard crackling sounds coming from the outer wall of the stone stairs.

Something was running down from the outer wall of the stairwell.

Just thinking about it is obvious that it is definitely not a good thing to be able to walk on the exterior wall as if walking on flat ground!

In theory, he could still return to the house just now, but ignoring the so-called retreat behind him, Mark continued to rush down without hesitation.

The more I ran down, the more I felt the air became colder. He ran so violently that he felt that the air that penetrated his lungs seemed to be frozen air at zero degrees.

The light around it completely darkened, and there was no more air window to let Yuehui penetrate into the stairwell.

I don’t know how many laps I ran, but the stairs suddenly came to the end.

The strange existence running wildly on the outer wall of the stairwell seemed to have hit the ground, or been blocked and unable to pursue Mark, and let out a depressed roar.

"Ao—"

At this moment, suddenly, a human scream representing horror and despair came from the sound not far away.

"Wooah!"

"ah--"

I don't know who was killed again.

The sound came from afar. Mark didn't know what it was. He only knew that if he didn't run away, it would be no different from the supporting actors in horror movies - he was dead.

Facing the darkness ahead, he subconsciously raised the kerosene lamp.

The light spread slightly and threw it into the distance, covering the wooden door frames of the underground passage, and long shadows were drawn from the door frames.

This is a very typical European dungeon wooden door.

The broken stone tiles at the foot made Mark a little difficult.

Suddenly, a little cold white light appeared in the gap in a dungeon gate ahead.

Mark thought to himself: Hell!

His heart was pounding, and the blood excitement he had just run has not subsided. He tried hard to calm down his breath, slowly approached, and approached the gap and glanced secretly in.

With the help of the light in the middle of the hall, you can see that this is a dance hall-like place.

It is obvious that no one has visited the dance hall for a long time, and even the dust freed from the air has stagnated.

There is a shocking scene in the broken walls.

So many fragments!

Not only are there a large number of human bones, but also pieces of furniture. They seem to have been cut by a laser knife, and each fracture is sharp and neat.

After taking a little back two steps, Mark saw the scene that made him hesitate the most. At the beginning, he didn't notice it. He lifted the lamp and looked carefully. There were actually two holy objects cast in bronze at the entrance of the dungeon, with two large raised eyeballs reliefs on it.

Due to its age, the holy objects that were once shining as bright as gold are now all dark and patina-green. With the remaining debris burned in the groove next to it and the seal carved on the copper pillar, no one in this world recognizes the name of the God of Light that is wrong. Even if you are ignorant of the original deceased Mark, you know that this holy object is most commonly used to suppress evil spirits in this world [Eye of Light].

Since it is a classic evil-suppressing mode, there...

If you have a choice, you won’t enter the place where you can see it as a boss room at first sight. Unfortunately, the sound of collision of the wooden door or wooden window came from a distance, and the continuous and heavy footsteps broke into Mark’s ears from far to near.

Without hesitation, Mark opened the door and rushed in. While nervous, he did not forget to plug the door bolt back on.

The closer you get to the middle of the dance hall, not only are there many pieces, but even the hard marble floor tiles are covered with cutting marks in a row.

After comparing, the widest place could be easily placed into his index finger.

"Gu."

He swallowed subconsciously. Mark was not very sure. He instinctively realized that the culprit of all this should be the thing placed in the middle of the dance hall that seemed to be a square altar.

Following the reflector at the top of the dance hall, the cold silver moonlight formed a column of light, like a high light projecting on the booth.
To be continued...