Skeleton Soldier Couldn’t Protect the Dungeon – His only purpose was to protect his master. And yet he was powerless to protect her.
But fate has more in store for him as he gets another chance to protect his master once more and change his destiny.
Based on the novel “Skeleton Soldier Couldn’t Protect the Dungeon”:
“Waking up from life (1)
You may find this sentence ironic.
A white skull with two empty eyes.
A white, weathered skeleton with no flesh points.
Skeletons mean death itself.
Permanent stop. Over. Termination. No longer exists. Meaningless.
I can bump into this too.
Far from being completely stopped. Dates can also be counted. It’s vivid.
Maybe better than you.
From the day I woke up 20 years ago from the witty Commander-in-Chief ritual.
So far, things have been well recorded in my head.
20 years as a Skeleton Soldier.
I was not an inanimate being. I was willing and emotional.
Even if it looks dead.
I definitely had a life.
Wave your left arm.
This is how sure it is to move.
may be viewed. may be heard.
My senses are a little dull. I have no choice but to admit that.
He’s clearly in pain.
The owner of the dungeon being killed.
I feel the pain of my heart, looking at the Circus.
How’s it going?
Do I no longer have to ask for forgiveness for the first sentence?
‘I’m dying. ’
I put a knife deep into the Circus’ ship.
It twists and gives off a feeling of emotion.
Next time, it’ll be the heart.
Is it because I’m afraid I might get hurt?
He’s dying quietly, without screaming.
‘I’m only 20 years old. ’
I don’t feel well. I should have protected you.
I am dying, a skeleton soldier guarding this little dungeon.
But I couldn’t defend the dungeon.
Warriors. Brands. We don’t know where they came from. From the long war between Humans.
We don’t know if it has appeared since the Demon King’s coming.
Of course they don’t matter.
‘We have to protect it. ’
I am the dungeon keeper.
Protector of the Master.
I have to fulfill my mission.
You move the broken body.
I already have a lot of bones missing or broken. I only have one arm left. Both legs were broken.
I can’t just stand there looking like that.
Tibia on the floor.
Grab a broken half bone.
Force your left arm to move.
Throw the catch bone vigorously.
The bones flew with great strength.
You struck the warrior’s arm.
Of course I do.
I did not do any harm.
This is the level of my final blow.
The muscle-bound warrior looks down at me with a laugh.
The tail of the mouth rises.
“What rubbish! ”
A servant, not a warrior, walks slowly towards me.
Even the acolytes.
Full plate armor with misdrill all over.
He’s two meters tall and his body looks like a walking trolley.
The acolyte holds up the Gator Shield, which is stacked with all sorts of magic.
It cuts me down with a thick, giant shield.
Out of the way!
The sound of bones breaking is confusing.
Actually, it’s not Greater Shield.
Even if he stomps on me and gives me strength, I’ll break.
Fell with blood on their hands,
I see the eye of the circus.
I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.
In the meantime, my body was shattered.
It’s all falling apart. There are no moving parts anymore.
Approaching complete annihilation.
My body is all broken.
All I have left is my head.
Roll on the dungeon floor.
I can’t do anything about it, one skeleton soldier.
I dreamed of hiding in peace in a small dungeon.
And the dream broke.
I am not a warrior, but I am crushed by the feet of the acolyte.
Her eyes are emptying.”
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