It was the darkest day of my life, and it ruined everything about me—from my body to my mind, corrupted by the vicious curse that lurked in the ruins of Palapas. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What? Do you have to describe the "process"? In fact, it is the same as putting the instigation around the neck and lifting it inch by inch, which can only feel meaningless and hopeless. Some people may think that there is still a possibility of struggle in this state of non-direct death, but it is meaningless.

Well...... To sum up my experience of escaping in what could have been a temple labyrinth, it's "desperate run" and something like that. And I must repeat that there was no hope in that escape, and don't blame me if anything goes wrong with your "scrivener instincts."

Well, well, please don't say anything like that more information is needed to make this "record" as complete as possible. Let's just say that I've chosen to tell you this as a warning to new adventurers who are blindly exploring the North, and because I want the contents of the record to be taken away from me.

I'm not going to tell you how I found Palapas, or the structure of the city, or what traps I found there. Yes, I don't want anyone to see this as a guide to exploring that ruin.

If that's confirmed, then let's move on, and I'll talk to you about how I got caught by the monster and how I escaped, and don't want me to say a word more. And I hope you will make me forget about it and not let me see this interview in my lifetime.

Are you sure? Then I'll start -- I want you to keep this vow.

Humanity can burst out with extraordinary power in a life-or-death situation, and I dare say I haven't run this fast in all the years. Clutching the only light stone that could illuminate the environment, there was only one thought left in his mind, "escape", and he didn't even have room to choose a place to stay.

Now that I think about it, I think I was lucky not to run into a dead end because I didn't choose the right path. If it hadn't been for that, I would have died there, either plotted by the traps in those hallways, or become a snack for the clay monsters to talk to.

In fact, I wondered if I had fallen into what some of the adventurers were talking about, because some of the details were so similar to their descriptions. If so, then I should be sorry for laughing at them, because this nightmare is so real, as if it were a mixture of fear and delusion in the hearts of people, combined into a vain and frightening depth.

But I don't have the guts to stop and test with my life if this is a dream, if I'm hallucinating from inhaling the stale air of the temple. The flight was utterly incomprehensible, and the shadow of death at three points above my head had gripped my heart.

The black ooze moved a little slower than me, but I don't know if that was the limit, and the unspeakable alien slowly waded across the ground like black mercury, following unhurriedly. And because of that incredible ability to change, I couldn't even use the terrain to get rid of it.

You know, I even had the idea that the slimy, semi-liquid creature didn't have anything extremely evil about it, it was just enjoying the "game". That's right...... A game of chase, after thousands of years when the inhabitants of this city have been exterminated.

The mere existence of certain creatures is a great hazard, and I think you scribes should call it "Scourge Designation...... That kind of living natural disaster. It may be something similar, and while there's no definite evidence, I think the destruction of Palapas has something to do with it.

I could feel that my physical strength had been exhausted in the flight, and I longed for a temporary rest and safety from exhaustion. Perhaps something had heard my prayers, and a faint white glow appeared in front of the passage, like the dawn sun.

After all, by that time, I had basically given up on myself, and I didn't care if it was a trap or not—it was death to advance or retreat anyway, so I might as well rush over and try it, right?

But it turned out to be good, because I was faced with a large side hall and a well-paved floor with all sorts of rotten things. Looking up, the cold morning sunlight was pouring into the side hall through the high windows on the wall, and that was the source of the light that drew me here...... It seems to me that this is a sign that the sealed door in front of me is connected to the outside.

Didn't those bald monks from the eastern continent say that if they fall to the bottom of hell, even a spider silk hanging in front of them will be regarded as a lifesaver. If I had said that, I had apparently mistaken the sunlight shining through the window for "spider silk".

So I ran into the side hall with the door open, and immediately closed the door behind me. In particular, the adrenaline I secreted under the high tension gave me extraordinary strength, and I was even able to carry the rusty metal rod behind the door and insert it into the door.

As I mentioned earlier, the monster that followed me was actually changing its posture and taking on the strange appearance of tentacles and appendages, but that wasn't quite enough, it was still expanding in pursuit, and when I closed the door, it was at least touching the ceiling of the hallway.

At a distance of no more than ten meters behind me, it followed me unhurriedly, its slowly squirming body revealing a wonderful sense of stability. However, when I looked at the slightly rolling eyeballs and minions, I could immediately feel the unconcealed ferocity of its body.

Without even a respite, I limped to the door at the other end of the side hall to open it, in a state of great anxiety and fear. It was the only way to regain my freedom, and the only way I could get out of the temple where the terrifying monsters lurked.

I could already hear the monster behind me crashing against the locked door, the slime smashing like a battering ram against the wooden door. I don't have much time left, but I must first open the lock that hangs at the gate - it seals the only way for me to escape.

Actually, if it didn't rust, it was just an appetizer for me, but when I broke the second lockpicking tool, I immediately learned that it couldn't be opened with a tool. In order to destroy it as soon as possible, I did not hesitate to swing my sword at the chains, intending to destroy it by physical means.

While I'm pretty good at getting to traps or locks, I have to admit that brute force can be much quicker than careful attempts. I don't know how many years had passed, and the chains had fallen apart in just a few moments under my swing.

The shattering chains smashed against the stone floor with a trivial metallic sound, and the thick, closed door in front of me opened with a cacophony of noise. The sun outside shone on my face, and as my eyes adjusted to the harsh light, I found myself on the side of the street near the temple.

"Goodbye, you monster!" I was overjoyed at the street that was once again unfolding in front of me, and I could hardly suppress the excitement in my heart. Even if he hadn't really escaped the clutches of that monster, he couldn't help but shout in the loudest voice, announcing that he was about to escape from its realm.

Yes, I said it earlier, I was caught - at this very moment.

Just as I was about to rush out of the temple gate, soft "tentacles" suddenly spread out of the shadow and wrapped around my left foot. The cold, sticky touch was disgusting, like stepping into the putrid swamp sludge, and there was something hidden in the soft touch, like a sharp blade, that had pierced into my flesh and made me scream in pain.

I was naïve enough to think I could escape—the whole thing of the monster would be blocked by the door, but the door wasn't completely sealed. While I was busy opening the door to the outside world, the monster had already entered the side hall through the crack in the door.

It moved through the room a little slower than I had expected, and perhaps its seemingly freely extendable limbs were actually somewhat limited. But it still caught up with me, wrapping its tentacles around my body, something in the "soft mud" that was constantly eroding my flesh.

Call...... See my hand and this leg? These are the marks left by that contact, and the fingers were torn off. The places that had been touched by the soft mud were invariably blackened and withered, and had a rotten smell that had not been cured for years.

There was no doubt that I struggled in pain on the spot, waving whatever I could in my hand in an attempt to hurt the tentacles attached to my body. Luckily, the creature was large but didn't have the strength to do so, and I managed to crawl out of the door of the side hall in the middle of the struggle.

I don't know if it's averse to the sun, but I'd rather believe it's so, and as I bathe in the barely heat-free Northland, I can clearly feel the mucus that clings to me quickly fade, followed by a heart-piercing pain.

It was in the midst of this intense pain that almost made people lose their minds, and my brain, which was tormented by exhaustion and pain, could no longer support it, and I lost consciousness.