The Train to The Dungeon

Chapter 3: Sub-Event | Treasure Room

I looked at the pool of blood with a look of horror. My stomach felt like it was being stirred up as the rancid smell started to spread throughout the space.

“They died instantly,” Fani shivered in fear.

David also looked at her full of expressions of shock. He looked at the box again. This time, a circle of fiery red seals appeared around the chest. Before there was none. While the statue of the woman returned to its original position.

“It turns out the statue is the keeper of the treasure chest,” David said.

“Sial! Does that mean we can't take the crate for free?” ask Anto. He desperately wanted to bring the treasure chest out of the dungeon.

“Already, we take another treasure, then get out of here,” persuaded me, trying to find a middle way. After all, bringing some stuff here was also more than enough. It was much better than having to risk going against the statue.

After all, we don't know what the statue belongs to a monster of what class. Although from the short analysis I can do, maybe the monster is at the A or S level. The great treasure guards inside the dungeon were usually at that rank.

“I really want the crate,” Rozak said furiously. Both of his hands clenched in emotion.

Me and Fani had intended to turn around leaving the treasure chest. However, David, Malih, Anto and Rozak are still there.

“They still seem to be looking for a way,” murmured. I don't know why my feeling isn't good. Some Hunters can be very careless when they see a large amount of rewards, sometimes even to the point of ignoring logic and common sense.

“Wait, I didn't see that earlier,” said Anto suddenly. His finger pointed at an altar that had somehow appeared when.

I try to remember. When the statue of the woman returned to its position, there was indeed the sound of shifting stones. It's just that I didn't know that the sound was coming from the appearance of the altar in the middle of the room.

They walked up to the altar, and Fani also took me there. A circular stand with the same tree symbol as the one on the doorstep. Around the root were six candles burning.

David touched the surface of the altar and together a voice echoed in the room.

“Just exchange.”

We looked at each other confused. Where did that voice come from? I looked towards the statue and immediately choked. The woman's head turned towards us. His eyes were emitting a red light.

“That sculptor spoke,” I said, telling the others.

They all immediately turned to look towards the female statue.

“What does fair exchange mean?” ask Rozak.

“What is this about treasure chest?”

Questions from Fani sparked the enthusiasm of other members of the BotHunter. They feel like they have found a solution to the problem they have been facing.

David stepped closer to the statue. Not knowing where to get the idea, he knelt on one leg and lowered his head.

“Oh Holy Knight, how to make a fair exchange?”

He crazy. How could he possibly think that he could just talk to the statue. Would the statue respond to him?

We all waited tensely. Including David, his sweat feathers had already flooded the nape, he must have been very frightened at this moment, visible from his hands that did not stop trembling.

“Do you think we should also kneel down and ask the statue?” ask Fani to Rozak.

“True also.”

Rozak then took us all to our knees before the statue of the woman and said the same sentence as David.

“Oh Holy Knight, how to make a fair exchange?”

I don't even know if this statue in front of me is a holy knight or not. David must have made it to glorify the figure of the statue.

The sound of iron rubbing against the floor. My breath felt like it had stopped so tense. I was afraid that the statue of the woman would slash the necks of the six of us at once. However, my guess was wrong.

The statue of the woman spoke. “Fair exchange should be equivalent to the weight of the object.”

We were all shocked when we heard the terms.

“Weight objects? What does it mean?” Fani still could not digest her point, but it was different from the four other men in the Bothunter party.

The smiles of those people expanded instantly.

“So so,” murmured David while grinning. His eyes glanced at Rozak who was reciprocated with a nod. They think the same thing, as well as Anto and Malih.

Contrary to the four of them, I actually felt a very bad feeling. Speaking of weights and exchanges, I can't think of anything other than a collision.

If what is meant by the statue of the woman with the weight of the object is the weight of the treasure chest, it means that she wants to make an exchange with something that weighs as minimal as the object. Judging from its shape, perhaps the crate weighed over 80 kilograms. All the men in the room right now I can be sure have weights in that range.

However, if you have to find safety, it is clearly better to exchange the chest with a much larger weight. Its bad. Among the six of us I am the one with the heaviest weight. I weighed the last time Hunter's data update was last year. At that time my weight reached 130 kilograms.

“Arka,” David called me suddenly. “Cabinets.”

The feathers of kudukku bristles. I have never felt myself this afraid of humans. David's eyes looked different. There was a tempestuous desire there, but there was no room for sympathy and pity.

I nodded slowly, refusing.

“Oh, don't want?” Rozak suddenly replied, his tone was mocking. He turned his head to Anto, gave the code.

Anto nodded in understanding. Without saying anything, the man got up and pulled my body up to his feet.

“Anto, what is—?”

I wasn't done talking, but the man immediately slammed the heavy end of his shield on both of my legs.

“Aaaaaa!” I screamed in pain. Blood spurted from the pores of the shoe along with the sound of bone breakdown.

Both my hands were trying to push Anto's body. However, Malih eagerly pulled his arching sword from the scabbard. Without hesitation, he slashed both of my hands until it broke with the sword.

“Aaaa! It hurts! Stopit! Please!” I cried out for mercy, but was not hounded by them.

Looking up, I looked at him with pity.

“Please, don't let them do this to me, Fani!” doors, really. “You have always been good to me, please help me!”

Fani looked at me in horror. Hand vibrates. However, over time the expression on his face turned into a smile. He laughed loudly as he shook his clumsy hands.

“Oh, Arka, you misunderstood me.” The girl sauntered to Rozak's place and wrestled spoiled to him. “So far I've just been trying to be friendly. But my views on you are no different from theirs.”

Something like piercing through my chest, it felt so painful to hear the words Fani said. I thought he was sympathetic to me all this time. A beautiful girl who wants to be kind to a pathetic man like me.

“If this is for the sake of the treasure chest, I don't mind them doing anything to you,” Fani added.

Rozak, David, Anto and Malih laughed after hearing Fani's words.

“You are so funny, pig,” Rozak said. “This girlfriend is very similar to me, what do you expect from her?”

Fani smacked Rozak's chest softly, his face pouting. “Many things you can expect from me!”

“Oh of course dear,” Rozak kissed the lips of the girl. “I'm expecting a hot night after this.”

They continued making out while I looked at the two lovebirds hatefully. Not only did my heart ache to be played with, but I also felt disrespected as a human being. The people in this party had indeed from the beginning thought of me like a real pig. They don't even hesitate to hurt and bleach me, even though we are still both human.

“Quick take him to the altar!” David's orders.

Anto tried to lift my body, but he had trouble. “This pig is heavy! Ahaha! The female knight must be happy to have our coffin exchanged for a heavier object!”

“I'm not a thing!” my yelling.

Anto's hand immediately punched me in the face with all my might. My nose and a few teeth were broken. I slammed onto the floor groaning in pain. Anto was assisted by Rozak and Malih then carried me up the altar. They also placed my broken hand on the stomach.

David knelt down before the statue of the woman.

“Fair exchanges have been implemented.”

After that came a light around the altar. My body was sealed by the yellow writing that revolved around the altar, while the seal that tied the treasure chest shattered into red pieces.

“We got the coffin!”

David and Anto immediately ran over the chest. They tried to lift him up with two hands.

“That's heavy!” anto comments.

“Argh! Quickly this crate is worth the weight of the pig!” david Timpal. Both of them laughed out loud. Malih and Rozak immediately joined the two of them. The four of them counted down and then lifted the crate together.

“Hufh, carried by four people is still heavy,” said Mahil.

“Hold, we'll be rich after this.” David's words encouraged them all.

Regardless of my condition, the five people stepped out of the treasure room. Only Fani turned around for a while towards me to wave her hand. After that, his figure disappeared behind the door of the room.

“Wait, don't leave me.”

I looked at their departure with tears streaming down my cheeks. “Do not.. Please.”

Along with the disappearance of the sound of their footsteps, the door of the room moved and slowly closed. I was alone in that cold room. I'm still crying. The pain all over my body was mixed with fear.

I heard heavy footsteps approaching along with the sound of iron being dragged. My head looked up and found a statue of a woman already standing in front of the altar. The knight raised both of his hands grasping a large sword.

I could see my desperate face from the reflection of his sword. I was insistent, so this was the face of the person who was in the face of his death.

As the sword swung, I felt like time was slowing down and the flashbacks of my life were spinning in my head.

I who since childhood often muddled because of fat and smell, ended up spending most of the time playing online games. My parents were kind and willing to do anything for me, but they ended up drinking poison in the room instead.

If they knew that their selfish actions hurt me. I've been lonely since I lost them. Even Aunt Tara and her family could not replace their figure. I want to apologize if I've been an unexpected child all along.

Then I became a Hunter Without Rank. Every day feels like hell because I'm always mocked and bullied by other Hunters. They call me “babi”, even sometimes so attached to the call there are some Hunters who do not know my real name. Depressing.

The girls stayed away from me because of my looks I didn't care if they were cut out from the beginning, but not a few teased me at the beginning just to entertain me and be used as a betting venue. Fani, I'm sure she's one of those girls who just likes to play games with me. Stupidly, I was stuck many times with this pattern.

I was so desperate to be loved by a girl, get a boyfriend and be able to make love to her. That's a dream too high. At the end of the day, I will still die a virgin.

Dead huh? I never thought today would come sooner. To be honest, seeing my football in the dungeon, I thought I would die in my first year as a Hunter. I've been sprayed with the poison of a centipede monster until my skin burned, got lost in the dungeon and got into the boss's lair, not even once I came home with a few broken bones.

My body was injured many times. However, I always managed to get out, recover, and go back into the dungeon. But the routine will stop here.

Damnit. I thought I'd end up like a pomp, dead and remembered for his merits. In fact, I died from being made into a bunch of dirty and disgusting Hunters. I hate them, I won't forgive them.

“Uagh!” I spewed blood as the large sword blade started piercing my chest.

The statue of the woman pulled out her great sword, then stuck it again in my stomach. He pulled it out again, then stabbed me in the waist. He stabbed me repeatedly with that big sword.

Infinite pain ignited my anger. I shouldn't have suffered this much if it wasn't for the BothHunter party. The faces of the party members alternately appeared in my mind. I'm sick of imagining their laughter. I want them to suffer like me.

“Damn it! I don't want to die! I still want to live and kill you all!”

I screamed in anger, hate and vengeance. I thought about all I did to them. I never hurt them, I always try to be nice— to anyone. But see what the reply is? I was played, betrayed, and sacrificed as if I were a useless object.

Perhaps, this was the destiny of the weak. Those whose status is below will never be appreciated, humiliated and underestimated. I am tired of begging for help and I want to be pitied. I'm sick of being weak.

If there was a second chance. I promise I will practice, continue to be strong.— very strong until no one can hurt me.

My mouth spewed blood, along with that, the prick on the body stopped. The statue of the woman raised her great sword and this time slashed my neck until it broke. My gaze spun along with my head falling on the floor. I could still see the statue's legs moving away from the altar, then my gaze began to fade. Everything turned dark.