Chapter 23 Back To The World Of Light

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• {You have crafted a low-tier utility tool: Wooden Mask!}
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• Before embarking on his journey, Clinton did one last thing which was crafting his first utility tool.
• Despite the fact that for the past few days, the only things dominating the thoughts in his skull were the decaying forest and its 3 different types of monsters, Clinton still had something else at the back of his mind, the world of light.
• He never forgot the world of light where he reincarnated into this world.
• That sensation of seeing nothing due to the overly bright light, it was traumatizing and when he conjoined it with his encounter against the Holy Knights, it only left him with more mental wounds.
• Despite his mental wounds though, Clinton was not deterred.
• He was determined to get stronger and to get stronger, he needed to beat the Gate Guardian which to him was directly proportional to going to that pile of bones to get a new weapon for himself.
• As for the reason why he took his time to craft a wooden mask?
• First, it was that sensation of being blind in the light. Second, Clinton hoped to make use of it to hide his identity for a time no matter how small it was.
• The mask was a crude one, it covered most of his skeleton skull completely, leaving only tiny holes through which he could barely see.
• When exposed to the debilitating bright light again, Clinton was positive that this mask would help him see in the dark even if it was only slightly.
• His second reason for crafting the wooden mask was the same reason why he also decided to craft a second utility tool.
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• {You have crafted a low-tier utility tool: Brown Cloak!}
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• To complete his disguise, Clinton decided to craft a cloak.
• He was no tailor but in his previous life, his grandmom was a tailor so though he never paid attention, he was able to get a few tips.
• Despite this though, the cloak in human standards was completely horrible. It was manageable though when viewed from the standards of a skeleton.
• Afterall, most skeletons were dead, they didn’t have the luxury to appraise cloaks. It was rare to see skeletons like him.
• Once Clinton wore the brown cloak that he made from tree leaves and their branches, with his mask on, he turned into an entirely different monster.
• He deliberately left two protruding shapes like horns on the mask and at this moment, he didn’t look like a skeleton at all.
• Rather, the brown cloak and mask made him look like a terrifying demon.
• Clinton was satisfied with how he looked though he would appreciate it if he had a mirror to better look at himself.
• Since reincarnating, he only had a vague outlook of how he really looked since he never got to see himself from a reflective surface.
• ‘Hopefully, if I bump into those bastards again, I’ll be able to scare them off’.
• He may be strong now but after coming into contact with the energy of the Holy Knights once already, Clinton dreaded coming into contact with it again.
• This dread did not hold him back though, he finally left the decaying forest.
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• Minutes later, Clinton finally arrived at the bottom of the chasm where he fell on after his escapade from the world of light.
• Unlike the rest parts of this decaying forest, there were some green grasses growing in this chasm and most importantly, mushrooms bloomed around here.
• Tracing the chasm upwards, he saw a long slope that led upwards till it seemed to disappear out of the atmosphere of the decaying forest.
• He could not see too far since at some point, the slope seemed to straighten out, leading into a road.
• Clinton recognized it. ‘That’s the corridor where the bones are, I think’.
• The decaying forest and this slope formed a weird parallel. The chasm felt like the end of the world in this decaying forest since at the top of the slope, the dark clouds receded, disappearing, replaced by pure darkness.
• ‘Let’s hope I survive to see another day’. Hoping, Clinton finally started climbing the slope.
• The slope had an uneven surface which enabled him to dig in with his bony fingers and pull himself up through it with his strength.
• Climbing the slope was not hard, but it was the feeling that followed it that was the problem.
• Climbing this slope felt like something that Clinton definitely shouldn’t do.
• Climbing this slope left him feeling like he was breaking a taboo of this world.
• It was almost like a fish out of water. The sheer terror, the wrongness of it, that was exactly how Clinton felt at this moment.
• This sensation only reinforced a theory that he had some time ago. ‘This dungeon, its divided into 2 separate parts, right?’
• ‘The world of light and the world of darkness?’
• ‘The Holy Knights are definitely some of the creatures of the world of light’.
• ‘As for me, an undead skeleton, golems, goblins, we are the monsters of the world of darkness’.
• ‘If so, does that mean there are humans in the world of light?’
• ‘Are humans here too?!’ The thought left him excited.
• Clinton may have lived a few days as a skeleton already but at the core of it all, he was a human. Afterall, he lived as a human for 18 years!
• He was excited at the prospects of meeting another human after what felt like a lifetime of not seeing one already.
• Besides, he truly wanted to know where this was.
• Was this just another planet in the milky way galaxy?
• Or like the Angel Athena said, this was something like in those Christian mythology books like hell?
• Clinton had so many unanswered questions in his mind and he wanted answers to them, this was another reason why he took the risk of going back to the world of light despite the threat of the Holy Knights.
• And finally, he arrived.
• He scaled the slope.
• Immediately after he climbed to the other side of the slope, Clinton felt it. It was like he just walked through a portal from one dimension to another one.
• The 2 parts of this dungeon were really different from each other at a very fundamental level.
• Clinton was back in the corridor again.
• He didn’t stand upright, he remained crouched to react to any danger. Fortunately, nothing attacked him and most importantly, here was filled with total darkness and he could see pretty well in the dark.
• Looking ahead, Clinton was finally able to see the full length of this long corridor. At its end, there was a door.
• ‘That’s probably the door to the place where the Holy Knights came from’.
• The peculiar thing about this door though was that it was the source of light.
• The door was huge and majestic, filled with different magical engravings that looked like runes and from them, bright white light shone, illuminating a big part of this corridor.
• This was the source of the light that blinded Clinton.
• This light also illuminated the hill of bones that was about a dozen meters away from it.
• Clinton’s eyes finally homed in on his target, the hill of bones.
• ‘Target 1, spotted!’
• ‘No Holy Knights anywhere!’
• He did not hesitate. Having mastered his skeleton body already, Clinton rose and went on a sprint towards the hill of bones immediately.
• Clinton arrived almost immediately and finally, he placed his skeleton hand on one of the bones, the nearest to his position.
• Immediately, his miserable undead system lit up with a notification.
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• {You have come into contact with a mythical tool: Bone of Magedon, the Doom Knight!}
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