Chapter 1 Twenty-sided Dice

"ah!"

Mark opened his eyes, feeling as if his soul was being affected by the aftertaste of a nightmare, and he woke up with extremely strong heart palpitations.

He was sweating profusely, holding his hands as his heart beat wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and looked around in panic.

He was sitting in the corner, and with the dim moonlight coming in from the window, what he could see was a dark room that could be summed up as "shabby".

He moved his left foot slightly, and the old cabinet he touched immediately made a heart-shaking "squeak" scream, which made him frown.

In addition to the shabby furniture that looks quite European, there are also walls that are so moldy that they seem to break if touched. In the entire brick-and-wood structure house, the air is filled with the musty smell of decay, and the surrounding environment has a clear impact on Mark.

It tells how long ago this building was abandoned.

Through the gap in the window made of rotten wood, you can see the traces left by time on the bricks and tiles on the opposite eaves, with a large number of dark red vines clinging to them. In the dark place where the moonlight cannot shine, with the night breeze

When blown, they are like a large group of poisonous snakes, secretly squirming their disgusting bodies.

Some fragmentary memory fragments flooded into the brain——

The owner of this body is also named Mark, Mark Destiny, the son of an ordinary mid-level officer who died in the Wright Empire. With a relatively generous pension, he studied occult studies at the national Mistry University.

Subject, junior year.

If he wants to, he can either become a lady's pretty boy because he is handsome, or rely on his father's paternal influence to sneak into the mysterious department of the military that studies [weird] phenomena, work as a civilian, wait for death, and be stable.

Live your life safely.

This time it was more like an internship before graduation. He was encouraged by a few new adventurer 'friends' tonight and followed him to explore this ancient castle located in a mountainous area more than 30 kilometers west of the city.

Something happened not long after I came in.

The original owner didn't know what kind of scary thing he saw, but he was frightened to death.

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

By the moonlight, he checked his equipment... Surprisingly, he was wearing a set of close-fitting leather armor. Although there were many fancy decorations on it, when he pulled it, it felt strong. The leather armor was

There is also a piece of metal armor on the chest, which is thin and hard, but also has a faint sacred aura.

He found a revolver on the ground with his left hand. This was an oversized old-fashioned revolver, weighing at least three kilograms. It was so heavy that lifting it was like holding a dumbbell.

The complicated golden patterns on it show its high value.

The remaining warmth on the barrel told him that the gun had been fired not long ago.

I fumbled to open the roller magazine and found that there was only the last bullet left in it.

This was all his weapons. There should have been a sword, because he found an empty scabbard on the belt around his waist...

As far as the eye can see, the ground is in a mess, and at the far end there is a dilapidated cabinet with a dilapidated wooden door firmly pressed against it, which clearly tells how panicked the former owner of this body was after entering the room.

Looking at this old room with no way to escape, Mark instinctively felt something bad.

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

Picking it up and looking at it, Mark was stunned.

"This is……"

Suddenly smiled bitterly!

It was a twenty-sided dice that ordinary people would not use. Before Mark traveled through time, he used it to play "Dungeons and Dragons" with his friends.

I still remember the game last night. He threw 10 full 20 points in a row and killed everyone. His friends laughed and scolded him for cheating. As a result, while joking, he posted his experience of being extremely lucky on Station B.

The title is clearly "I am extremely lucky tonight. As long as I get 100,000 likes, I will travel to another world."

This was purely a joke, but I didn’t expect that within an hour, it would receive 100,000 likes. The sentence with the most comments was “Helping every dream of life and death”!

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

Just when he picked up the crystal dice that traveled with him, the originally unclear moonlight dimmed, and the shadows of the furniture in the room bathed in moonlight suddenly lengthened.

The surrounding light and shadow kept flickering, and in the next second, most of the light between the sky and the earth disappeared, leaving only three-quarters of the door panel. The black gap was dark and quiet, like the mouth of a vicious beast that chooses people to eat.

Mark found a kerosene lamp, dug out the skills engraved in his memory, and lit it with an old-fashioned lighter. The flickering dim light illuminated a small area in front, and the dust raised seemed to be jumping to welcome visitors.

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Mark, who has watched countless horror movies, quickly made a decision: "Damn it! You can't stay in this room."

He didn't believe in the rubbish legend about getting under the covers to ward off ghosts.

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

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

Mark was in trouble. He felt very confused. The upward movement seemed to lead to the Louis XVI Happy Platform, and the downward movement seemed to be bottomless and straight to hell.

His intuition told him that no matter which way he went, he would be dancing among the fangs of a sleeping dragon.

"It's too quiet..."

Just as he was hesitating, a shrill scream suddenly came from about twenty meters above his head.

"ah--"

That kind of desperate roar that was full of fear of the unknown and the indescribable. A chill ran from the soles of Mark's feet to his scalp, causing goosebumps all over his body. Mark's face turned pale with fright.

Someone was killed!?

Uh, you know that something is going on up there but you still rush there to watch the fun?

I'm not a stupid roe deer!

No matter, run now!

Without thinking any more, Mark ran away towards the stone steps extending underground.

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

All he knew was to run away from the place where the screams came from as quickly as possible.

Just when he was running so wildly that his consciousness was a little blurry, he heard a crackling sound coming from the outer wall of the stone stairs.

Something was running down the outer wall of the stairwell very quickly.

Even if you think about it with your buttocks, it is definitely not a good thing to be able to walk on the outer wall like a flat ground!

Theoretically, he could still return to the house he just came from, but ignoring the so-called retreat behind him, Mark continued rushing forward without hesitation.

The further he ran down, the colder the air became. He ran so fiercely that the air that filled his lungs felt like freezing air at zero degrees.

The surrounding light completely dimmed, and there was no longer a transom for the moonlight to penetrate into the stairwell.

After running countless laps, the stairs suddenly came to an end.

The strange being running wildly on the outer wall of the stairwell seemed to have hit the ground, or was blocked from pursuing Mark and let out a depressed roar.

"Ouch——"

At this moment, a human scream representing fear and despair suddenly came out from not far away.

"Ugh!"

"ah--"

I don’t know who else was killed.

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

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

The light spread slightly and cast into the distance, covering the wooden door frames of the underground passages, and long shadows were drawn on the door frames.

This is a very typical European dungeon wooden door.

The broken stone tiles under his feet made it difficult for Mark to walk.

Suddenly, a cold white light appeared in the gap of a dungeon door ahead.

Mark thought to himself: Damn it!

His heart was beating wildly, and the excitement in his blood caused by the rush just now had not yet subsided. He tried hard to calm down his breath, slowly approached, and sneaked a peek into the gap.

With the light in the middle of the hall, you can see that this is a place similar to a dance hall.

It was obvious that no one had visited the ballroom for a long time, and even the dust floating in the air had stagnated.

Among the ruins, there is a shocking scene.

So many pieces!

There are not only a large number of human bones, but also fragments of furniture. They seem to have been cut by a laser knife, and every fracture is sharp and neat.

Taking a step back, Mark saw the scene that made him hesitate the most - he didn't notice it at first, but when he picked up the lamp and took a closer look, he saw that at the entrance of the dungeon were actually two sacred objects made of bronze, with two protrusions on them.

Big eyeball relief.

Due to the age, the holy objects that once shone as brightly as gold are now all dull patina. Coupled with the burnt grease residue left in the groove next to it, and the seal carved on the copper pillar, no one in this world will recognize the God of Light.

Even if he is unlearned and unskilled like the original dead ghost Mark, he knows that this holy object is probably the most common evil-suppressing holy object in the world [Eye of Light].
To be continued...