The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

"I-I have no intention of dying today!"

The man trembled, and I could hear his faint sobs. My intimidation seemed to be working. Not that it mattered if it didn't. I could kill him and simply discard him like trash without a second thought.

The man pleaded again, "Please spare me!"

He was likely an overseer of the Necron Order. By chance, I had impersonated one of their own, which meant there was a small thread of connection between us.

I looked down at the man once more. Through the gap in his open jacket, I could see some peculiar items still strapped to him.

I asked, "Are those bombs?"

He answered, "Y-yes! They are! If you press here..."

"Don't move."

"O-of course!"

Messing around with unfamiliar devices was reckless, and I intended to leave such tasks to experts. Unfortunately, the expert I knew was far away.

"To be clear, I wasn't waiting for you."