―20― Well, whatever, I guess...
"Ah..."
Once again, time rewound.
"What the heck..."
Why do I have to be killed over and over again like this?
The name is Yehudit, the vampire. The one who killed me.
Come to think of it, Agaha mentioned that the hideout in the dungeon was made by a vampire.
"Darn it..."
Uttering those words, I step onto the third teleportation circle.
I hope this time there's nothing waiting for me.
After being transported by the third circle, I find myself on another straight path, just like before.
So, I follow it.
Then, a sword is stuck in the ground.
It's not just any sword.
The blade is black, and the decorations are quite extravagant.
What is this sword...?
As I think, I observe it.
Honestly, the current situation of not having any weapons is quite distressing. If I'm allowed to use it, I'd be grateful, but placing it so conspicuously also makes me wary of it being a trap.
"Well, I guess it's fine to try using it."
With a light feeling, I grip the hilt.
"Ah, gaah..."
The moment I grip it, intense pain shoots through my entire body.
Since entering the dungeon, it's been nothing but this.
"Ah, gah, damn it! Why do I have to go through such torment over and over again!"
Trying to distract from the pain, I spit out those words.
The intense pain continues for about half an hour.
Enduring it all the while, I eventually lose consciousness.
"Ah..."
I wake up.
I realize that I'm lying on the ground.
Looking around, I realize I'm where the black sword was leaning. It seems I only lost consciousness and didn't actually die.
"What a terrible experience..."
Muttering so, I try to stand up.
My body feels unusually heavy.
"Huh?"
My right arm has become strange.
To describe it accurately, it's deformed in an indescribable way. One might say that my right arm has fused with the black sword.
As my arm gets closer to the tip, it transforms into a hard black substance and becomes sharper. Also, the length of my arm has unnaturally elongated.
"It's ridiculously heavy."
Trying to move my right arm, I notice this.
I can't even swing my arm properly like this.
"Darn it, do I have no choice but to move forward like this..."
Thinking that, I move forward.
Since I can't properly raise my black right arm, I end up dragging it along the ground.
Moving forward, I encounter a single monster.
"Grr...!"
The monster stares at me warily.
It's an A-class difficulty monster, the werewolf Warewolf. A two-legged wolf-like monster with huge claws.
"Seriously..."
How am I supposed to fight in this situation?
Due to my heavy right arm, I can't even run away.
Am I going to die again...?
I was halfway resigned to that fate.
Because, no matter how you look at it, there's no way to win.
"Huh...?"
For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened.
My right arm started moving on its own. And the tip of the sword turned towards the Warewolf.
"Huh?"
The arm-turned-sword forcefully pulls forward. Because of it, I'm also dragged along.
With a sharp sound, the black sword cuts through the Warewolf.
"What the heck is this...?"
I don't understand.
It's as if the sword itself has a will and moved on its own.
"Well, whatever, I guess..."
As long as I can escape the dungeon, I'm willing to rely on any means necessary.
Even if it's this eerie and ominous sword.
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