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<Death>

Grants one the chance to live even after dying.

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Looking at the forest in front of him, Eryke the Third's eyes glinted in excitement.

With careful and measured steps, he slowly started to explore the forest. Although it looked relatively safe, inside a dungeon, there is no such thing as a safe haven.

But even so, he needed food and water for that, especially for the main body who was recovering. All the nutrients needed for his regeneration didn't come from fart; his body still needed that extra protein and nutrients for his regeneration to kick in.

That is why Eryke was still in such a severe condition. If this goes on, then he might actually die.

The pressure mounting on Eryke the Third was always increasing with every breath that passed.

Luckily, now he was in this place, you could imagine how much relief Eryke the Third felt at this moment!

The amount of excitement was simply unbounded.

Anyway, he carefully transversed the jungle in the turbid cold.

He also signaled the place for Eryke and other clones so that they could quickly make their way here.

Although the time taken might be too long, Eryke the Third could always turn back at any moment and reach them soon.

As he stepped through the leaves, he was extremely careful while picking the purple apples from the trees. Even if it is poisonous, it might be of some use.

Eryke the Third searched for any valuables of this place without rest. Anything that looked like it could be eaten was taken away swiftly. He ignored the light as much as he could with all his heart.

He wanted to avoid that god-forbidden place at any cost!

"Although I might not know what that place is, my hunch tells me it will not be good, and I am not dumb enough to try."

Rubbing his head with a helpless expression, he scoured the forest as much as possible—right at the opposite of the source of the light.

But somehow, anyhow, he soared through the place and reached…

Right in front of the source!

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the source of light, which was a campfire, and surrounding it were green-skinned giant humans, basically orcs.

Eryke the Third's eyes narrowed.

He didn't speak a word, turned around, and soared through the skies in a large jump.

"I don't need any bullshit. This gate is already strange. That Dragon was definitely a stronger monster than the Orc, it might be a Malevolent-ranked monster."

Its regen, strength, and that beam of light that could annihilate anything state exactly that!

A monster among monsters that could only be beaten by high-ranking hunters.

Just as he wanted to escape from this forest, somehow he ended up in this light source again.

Eryke the Third felt a chill in his heart.

He ran faster than before, trying to escape this place.

But the more he ran, the faster he reached here again and again.

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

He counted the number of times he has returned to the same place, but it seemed to be a never-ending cycle that never rests.

"Hundred."

Eryke the Third finally stopped in place. He looked around his surroundings with narrowed eyes:

"This will be really troublesome, huh."

He took a branch of the tree and marked this location. Then he walked further and further away, with each tree being marked. Eryke made sure to mark those that had not been marked yet.

"This one."

"And that one." He marked the trees one by one as he went further, but after he went away, the trees swayed ever so slightly, and the next moment, the wood had already made a swift recovery.

"Then the last one."

Eryke the Third looked, he was exactly back at the source of light, and the marked spot on the trees had completely vanished from sight.

"Sigh."

He went forward towards the camp now.

'There is no other way,' Eryke the Third thought in his heart. There was definitely something completely incomprehensible going on.

He neither saw movements in the mana particles nor any movements.

"It's as if my entire reality is distorted to form like this."

He walked forward towards the camp. The orcs were still fast asleep, and Eryke the Third directly went to the fireplace to seek heat.

Feeling the heat on his skin, Eryke the Third thought:

"This isn't an illusion as well… or a too high-level illusion that can wrap my reality and everything within?"

His brain rapidly started to seek to make an answer for the predicament he was in.

As he blankly stared at the fire,

One of the sleeping orcs sneezed heavily!

It opened its blurry eyes to see a human's back standing in front of the fire.

The orc rubbed its eyes to make sure it was not hallucinating, then it opened its jaws and roared loudly.

A battle cry resounded, waking the entire camp up.

Then it stood up, grabbed its weapon, and walked towards Eryke the Third in large strides.

It raised its battle axe with a war-hungry expression and slashed towards the puny human's back.

"Sigh, a monster is a monster. Its brain is weaker than a toddler's—it doesn't even know how to pick a fight."

Eryke the Third slowly turned towards the orc, his body covered in black haze as the axe landed.

But!

Not a single scratch was there on his skin.

Eryke just stood there, tall and proud.

Looking at him, the orc was stunned in place. Its arms trembled from the vibration as it struggled to even maintain grip on the axe.

Its pupils looked at him with a look of horror—

Only for its eyes to turn fierce as it roared!

Eryke the Third just stood there in place as if watching a monkey dance. The other orcs also arrived with their war axes, ready to cut him to pieces!

He had only one word for all these orcs:

"Weaklings!"