Ji Won was sitting with his eyes closed—he had been sitting in the same chair, like a statue for a whole hour.
The boy with the pony tail was watching him with an ever increasing frown of annoyance on his face—but he remained quiet, instead he just watched students go in and out of the dungeon gate while he sharpened Ji Won's weapon.
A few returned—most didn't. But one thing was common in all of them. Their true selves died inside—their hands soaked in blood, sweat. And literal tears.
Does he think he's cool or something for meditating? Idiot.. People are literally dying.
The boy thought to himself as he put down the large broadsword he had sharpened in front of Ji Won—staring at him with a judgemental and annoyed gaze.
The boy leaned back in his own chair—releasing a small, tense sigh.
I hope I don't have to cot this baby too much—Just because I'm purposefully fai-
His train of thoughts were interrupted abruptly. The door of the training hall slowly opened, the light from the outside sun pouring inside revealing a young man.
He had short, slicked back golden hair that glistened radiantly as he walked in. His milky grey eyes roaming across the room—a stoic and distant expression on his face.
"Where's Sir Ji Hye?"
He asked out loud—his voice clear and concise.
Ji Won slowly opened his eyes in annoyance—standing up and scratching his chin as he yawned.
"In the teachers lounge... Watching us from the camera's... Anyways. Who are ya?"
The young man nodded—strutting away from Ji Won. Completely ignoring his question as he just walked right back out of the training hall. Leaving the boy with the pony tail and Ji Won in an awkward silence.
"He's a senior. Just so you know."
The boy said while leaning against the platform—a small contemplative frown on his face.
"A prodigy, he's got a copying class—but his vision is all messed up so he can't use it properly. That's why he's grump and all."
Ji Won stared at the door of the training hall with a confused yet sympathetic—but as he heard a whooshing sound coming from the dungeon gate.
He immediately turned towards it, expression as cold as a block of ice. as he spoke.
"Well, we both have a bit of a problem before we can start meeting other student, more strong students."
The boy in the ponytail sighed deeply—his expression also hardening as he handed Ji Won the broadsword he had sharpened.
He's making senses and making no sense at the same time...
The dungeon gate almost seemed to be calling out to the both of them—the sparks of white and red electricity coming out from inside the portal seemed to give a hint for whats to come.
Just before Ji Won stepped into the dungeon gate—he opened his system screen one last time to reassure himself since after all—he might truly die.
The golden holographic screen appeared before him—the stats and information displayed before him.
[Username: Hyuk Ji Won]
[Title: None]
[Level: 2]
[Class: Tank (Common)]
[Mastery Of Class: 1%]
[Stat Points Remaining: 0]
[EXP Needed to Level Up: 1000]
[Skills: Pride of A Masochist (level:1)] {Press (-) to open description.}
[Strength: 12 (+)] [Speed: 12 (+)] [Endurance: 13 (+)] [Intelligence: 11 (+)] [Stamina: 12 (+)] [Special Stat Luck: 2 (+)]
Ji Won's shoulders slowly fell back to their original position—a small weight having been lifted off his shoulders.
I should be strong enough... For now.
They both slowly but surely walked into the portal and as soon as they did—the scenery changed completely.
There was nothing for just a moment—They were floating in a deep black liquid that enveloped their bodies but then.
They were inside of the dungeon.
The dungeon wasn't normal, it wasn't like anything of the normal world.
It was an endless forest that stretched on until the eyes could see no more. The thick—crimson red snow coated the ground like a blanket, the white trees that looked to be made of ashy bones were standing tall. Obscuring vision and making them both feel like they were getting enclosed.
The boy took in a deep breath—but immediately cough as he covered his mouth with his hand.
"The damn air.. It feels like spikes of ice are getting shoved down my throat."
Ji Won followed suit, but instead of putting his hand. He tore a piece of his long coat—the edge now jagged as Ji Won started using it as a makeshift mask, helping to breath the cold air.
"Well, lets just clear the dungeon as soon as possible then.."
He looked around, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up—he felt like something was watching—no. Stalking him.
The boy also noticed this as he sighed deeply, pricking his finger as the blood pouring out started floating into the air and started swirling around like a tornado.
The spiral of his blood slowly hardened—forming into a dagger that gleamed with crimson mana, radiating off of it like steam.
The blade of the dagger was a bit large—broad sword-like even. It was fully crimson and even a bit transparent—its edges jagged and toothed like a sharks mouth.
"By the way. I'm an A-Rank derivative of the Assassin Class. Blood Assassin is the proper term. My name is Seo Jaehyun."
Ji Won looked at Seo Jaehyun with a small smirk—his eyes glowing a faint grey as his muscles pumped up—growing a bit in size. His shirt starting to tear at his shoulders.
"Well, finally 'warming' up huh?"
He spoke in a dry voice—his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Seo Jaehyun shook his head softly in annoyance. Spinning the dagger around on his finger as he deflected a red arrow that came flying towards him at a rapid pace.
"You're bad at puns. Don't make them. Ever again or I'll make sure your corpse is my blood bank."
Ji Won was also struck with an arrow straight towards his heart.
But instead of his skin being pierced the arrow broke on contact with his chest—shattering like glass as the shards fell to the ground.
The upper layer of his skin was starting to shrivel up—turning blue for a moment before it immediately healed up—Ji Won not even feeling a bit of pain.
"Well. I don't mind, but we gotta take care of those guys there."
His eyes narrowed towards the top of the trees where there were a few elves—but instead of being beautiful or elegant.
They wore skinned white furs—their pale red skin and blue eyes sticking out like a sore thumb on the dark black sky of the dungeon.
They readied their bows once more. Arrows of mana forming on the string as they shouted and yelled—like a group of uncivilized animals.
Ji Won and Sae Jaehyun also readied their weapons—Ji Won putting his broadsword on his shoulder while Sae Jaehyun took down his hand from his mouth, now dual wielding his daggers.