The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

A rather aggressive sound echoed, characteristic of the noise made by skeletons. They were waiting behind the stone wall that opened with the mechanism.

Advanced Skeleton Soldiers.

Four Advanced Skeleton Soldiers stood and stared at me after the stone wall opened. They were a bit different from the other skeletons outside. They were a little bigger and slightly more menacing. Their weapons seemed decent, too.

It reminded me of my three years in this dungeon during my first life. Back then, these guys had seemed truly formidable. I was even afraid of approaching them.

"Hello?"

"Kuooo?"

Now, these guys who couldn't even speak yet seemed almost cute. At best, these Skeleton Soldiers ranged between levels 15 to 20. Nominally, my level was not even 10, but in terms of stats, I was already close to level 70.

Twenty years ago, I thought these creatures were terrifying when I wandered around the ossuary.

"Kuooo!"

They approached while uttering strange sounds. There was nothing to ridicule. In truth, I also couldn't speak for a very long time. My master taught me how to speak, pouring her heart and soul into the task. She even infused her limited, irreplaceable magical power into me solely for this purpose. She believed it was pitiable to be unable to express oneself, as language shaped perception, which in turn influenced thought. These Skeleton Soldiers who lacked the ability to speak likely suffered from a diminished capacity for precise thought. Their poor fighting skills might not be due to the fact that their abilities were absurdly low.

"Kuoo!"