Free Web NovelChapter 24: Blood lust 2
Levon began frantically checking the walls for anything that might suggest the wall was just a barrier of some sort.
He could be wrong, but deep down he seriously doubted it. There was just no way on earth that everything would be in the same room. As far as he knew, this dungeon only had two tasks, and that was far too simple for an A-rank dungeon. There had to be more to it. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
It wasn’t that Levon couldn’t fight all the creatures closing in on him. That wasn’t the problem at all. He could handle that.
The problem was what it would cost him.
It would cost him time, and time was one of the very few things he had none of at this point. If he wasted any more of it here, the timer ticking down to two minutes would kill him faster than the bears would.
Soon the creatures reached him, and instinctively Levon activated his grave ward pendant.
As he fought, he kept scanning the walls for anything out of place, taking hits in the process as his HP continued to drop.
Eventually his persistence paid off. There was a small rope tied to the very edge of a large boulder, so thin it was barely more than a string and nearly impossible to spot.
Levon didn’t think too much of it, but he wasn’t foolish either. That was exactly how this kind of place worked. The things that looked like nothing were almost always everything.
He fought off a few more vampire bears to create some space, and before the rest could close in again he had already reached out and pulled the thin thread.
Instantly the entire walkway he had come through began to collapse on top of the creatures. But it was still a dead end. There was no exit anywhere to be seen.
Almost immediately a loose rock came crashing down onto Levon’s head, sending him to the floor, though he managed to keep his composure.
As the dust and debris settled, Levon was stunned by the system message that appeared before him.
[You have just killed 157 vampire bears. +7,850 exp.]
Levon could only gasp. He was almost certain he should have reached around level ten by now, but there was no real time to check that.
He still had a whole dungeon to clear before the ten minute mark.
What also threw him slightly off was that all the kills had been credited to him. He hadn’t personally killed anything close to 30 bears, yet a full herd of 157 vampire bears were now dead.
Indirectly he had done the killing, but it still felt strange.
Levon turned back to the stubborn rock, thinking through his next move, when what he saw actually caught him off guard.
The rock had been blasted open.
And on it were words written in an unrecognizable language. It looked something like Arabic, only it clearly wasn’t, since Levon could speak and read both Arabic and Chinese fluently.
Either way, he needed to find a way to unlock the door as fast as possible. Another pack of vampire bears had already begun regrouping, ready to charge the moment they got the chance.
Levon moved closer to the rock-shaped door and studied it carefully.
Then he spotted a line of text and a set of keypads.
This time it was written in English.
*’Great, so what on earth am I supposed to do with this,’* Levon thought as he stared at the keypad, exhaustion creeping into every part of him.
He knew the system normally translated everything in the game directly into the player’s language. It even went as far as bridging all spoken languages together, so regardless of tribe or race, everyone always understood each other perfectly.
So why was the system now choosing what to translate and what to leave untouched?
But that wasn’t something he could afford to dwell on. He immediately counted the boxes for the password. There were exactly nine letters in total, split into two words. One of five letters, the other of four.
Instinctively Levon typed "blood." freёwebnoѵel.com
The first word turned green, confirming it was correct. Now he needed the second word, a four letter word.
But there was barely any time to think. The bears were already growing in number and closing in again.
"Blood mark. Blood sack. Blood clov. Blood fake. Blood noen."
Levon kept cycling through options but couldn’t land on the right one. Each attempt came back wrong. He now had about four tries left before the keypad locked him out entirely.
At this point Levon was running out of patience. His head was bleeding heavily, a fresh wave of vampire bears was charging straight at him, and now he was supposed to decipher something written in what felt like the language of gods.
With only four tries remaining, Levon forced himself to slow down and take a proper look at the image and the markings carved into the wall around the entrance.
The figure depicted there looked evil and terrifying. Its eyes were bloodshot and it bled from everywhere, both eyes, both nostrils, both ears, and even its hair was soaked in something that looked like blood.
But its eyes weren’t hollow or empty. They carried a deep, burning want in them, like there was something it was desperately reaching for.
Levon processed it carefully. "Blood want" couldn’t be it since "want" was a four letter word but the image felt too specific for something that vague. "Blood god" failed for the same reason.
Then another word surfaced in his mind, one that fit perfectly into a four letter slot.
But Levon hesitated. The word had crossed his mind before but he wasn’t fully sure it was right.
He had no choice but to try.
[Blood lust.]
The moment he typed the words they flickered green. Levon let out a long breath of relief.
The lines carved into the door began to gradually glow light blue, tracing the figure engraved on its surface, and all of a sudden everything went completely silent.
[Welcome to the treasure room of the great Blood God.]
