The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

Should we run?

I continued to ponder. I wasn't sure if I could run fast enough. Rubia was frozen stiff, so she was out of the question as well.

Those guys wanted the woman. If they came for us, they'd just crush a skeleton like me.

Fighting them seemed impossible. The hunter held a crossbow loaded with bolts sharp enough to pierce Rubia's heart instantly. I also wasn't confident I could handle the taller hunter's huge hammer. Besides, I had nothing but my bare bones—I had no shield or sword.

I can't believe I'm in danger right after my return.

It might all be over soon, but disappearing into the darkness wouldn't be too upsetting.

I had been reborn, but it might have been someone's big mistake. It'd make more sense for knights, demon kings, or at least promising wizards or alchemists to be reborn. What could a Skeleton Soldier like myself even do?

I had lived for twenty years, but I lacked insight and experience. If someone had to go back in time, it should be a more capable person who would bring about greater change than I ever could.

There was an addictiveness to defeatism and self-denial, which was why they were often ruminated upon.

I swallowed my thoughts into the empty darkness inside my rib cage and stayed still. While I was lost in absurd thoughts, the hunters were getting closer and closer.

I could feel Rubia trembling.