Chapter 66. Victory of Humanity (6)
[The duration of Dash has ended.]
Dash had lasted ten minutes, and during that time, I dealt with twenty men. Although the skill duration had ended, I was fine. The situation was completely under control.
All the men had fired arrows, which only went through the empty spaces between my bones. The weapons they had prepared were the worst possible match against me. Even without the resistance, arrows were a poor weapon to use against a skeleton.
Of course, my victory wasn't purely due to favorable compatibility. It was also a testament to how much stronger I'd become. Gone were the days when I barely survived, broken and lucky to rise again without so much as a coffin to lie in.
As a mere Lv. 1 Skeleton Soldier, I couldn't even handle one goblin back then. Now, I had wiped out a horde of humans exploiting those goblins.
I glanced down at the corpses strewn across the floor. Whether they had charged at me with maces and shields instead of crossbows, the outcome would have been the same. It might have been more labor-intensive, and I'd have taken more damage, but I was certain of my victory.
"T-this way..."
The three men who surrendered bowed deeply, wearing pitiful expressions as they led the way. I remembered the cruel smiles on their faces from just an hour ago as they bludgeoned other bandits to death with iron clubs.
Their current expressions overlapped with those memories. The human facade was complex. Their outward expressions and attitudes shifted dramatically depending on the situation. In contrast, their inner workings remained simple. Their logic was always painfully clear: exploit and punish the weak while groveling and currying favor with the strong.
Pondering these thoughts, I casually addressed the men leading the way. "I'd like to hear a little more from you."
The men flinched as they answered, "Y-yes, of course! Ask us anything!"