As he read it. It echoed in his mind.
Just like that, he was a player. It didn't look like anything too complicated, but he didn't like it.
If it was called a game, then who was the spectator. The last time he checked every reality game had spectators.
Did that mean that now that he had become a player? his life was no more private?
Was he being watched even as he was thinking on the spot presently?
He had many questions but nobody to answer them.
The sky of the dungeon started to break apart and immediately the dungeon shattered like glass and expelled from it.
Although he had a broken hand. Tim felt more confident in himself when he came out of the dungeon. He was breathing the fresh hair of the planet of Fantasiaa.
The name of the planet alone was weird enough.
Since he was no more welcomed in the elf kingdom, then he could go on adventure around the planet.
With his memories he did not know of any other place or location apart from the locations that are in the elven kingdom.
He was practically lost, with no idea of where to go next.
Looking for at least a sense of direction in the forest, he climbed to the very top of a tree in search of any hint of life, but he did not find any.
Annoyed by his current situation, he decided to travel north. He needed information on the humans, but he did not know if the humans will willingly hand over the information that he required to him.
He chuckled. This fantasy world had him thinking of himself as something other than human. An elf.
It was quite the scenario.
After looking from the top of the tree for like 3 hours, he finally spotted a group of people. They were travelling via carriage, and they seemed to be transporting a large cage that was covered.
They were humans, his elven body sort of wanted to avoid contacts with the humans, but Tim was in control now. The previous wishes of the former Tim were gone.
The current elven body now only answered to the Tim from earth.
He jumped down from the tree. His hand was about 50% healed but it was not still comfortable for him to move it.
He looked at what he was currently wearing. The clothes that he was wearing were like those of a slave. It was torn all over and it had blood stains, from his own blood that coloured what he was wearing.
Tim quickly ran through his mind and thought of all the possible stories and lies that he could spin up, to avoid any unnecessary suspicions.
'Maybe I say that I was captured by dark elves and I was to be sold or used as a ritual or sacrifice of sorts.' Tim thought, trying really hard to come up with a reason for his current look.
When the travelling group where close to where Tim was, he took the initiative to go and meet them physically.
Standing in front of their group, he greeted" Greetings, f-fellow humans. I just escaped from a group of slave traders that tried to kidnap me and sell me off.
I have been stranded for days in this forest and your group is the first set of people that I have seen so far. Please grant me food and clothing and I promise you that my elven father would reward you handsomely." Tim said, as he lied whole heartedly.
The two men that were leading the group of people looked at each other and laughed.
Tim was confused. Why were they laughing. He had just delivered the most flawless lie that he had made in a very long time to the supposed leaders of the group and they laugh at him instead of sympathizing with him.
Forcing a stutter into his words to look harmless and scared, he said "Dddd dii did I Sayy something funny." He cringed when he said it, but he had to say it.
It would be beneficial to him if he said pretended to be weak.
"Boy, you said that you escaped from a group of slave traders right." One of the leaders said as he came forward and spoke from the top of his mount.
Tim briefly looked at the mount. It was just like the usual horse, except that this particular horse like creature was really muscular and it had two tails.
He did not understand why the horse like needed to have 2 tails, but he choose to forget the matter. After all he was in a fantasy world and in a logical world.
One cannot revive someone that just died.
"Yes, I escaped them after a fellow friend of my sacrificed his life for me to escape. Sirs I promise to pay you bountifully if you just escort me.
My father will reward you. I swear with my elven blood." Tim said, as he put on more emotion to sell his story.
The leaders looked at themselves again and busted into another uncontrolled laugh.
Tim looked around and he saw the other members of the group laugh at him also. Tim was getting pissed at this point.
Why were this people laughing at him? he did not know the answer to that. He wanted to ask what was so funny about his situation , but he stopped himself from doing that.
He wanted to summon his undead here and now. Going full throttle into a fight with the entire group, but he also scrapped the idea.
The reason why he scrapped the idea was simple. He had no knowledge of the power system that was used in this world.
He was just level 2, what if the group had an average level of 10. He couldn't risk anything at this point.
"Kid, do you know why we are laughing? It is because we are also slave traders!"