Third Death..?

"Ah! Right there, that must be the grave of that knight!"

The man bellowed towards his comrades as they exited the bush they were once in.

"That sure ain't a corpse I can tell you that much."

He brandished what seems to be a dagger.

"Let's just get this over with."

Both began encircling me, their posture was loose, and their blades weren't raised.

They are truly horrible in the stance, if I had my memories before, I would be able to interpret this.

I smirked with my jaw and watched patiently on what they would try to do.

I raised my weapon, tightening my hip bone and kept my footing wide and sturdy.

"Oi, I thought you said the grave was of a noble, why does it look like he knows what he is doing."

They were casually having a conversation in midst combat...

I indulged in their negligence as much as I can, and tried dashing towards one of them.

But what came to a furious dash was more of a stagger.

Damn these bones! My dash was anticipated as it was slow.

"Oi, look at this chump, trying to fight us superior living beings."

Superior? I don't think people stealing stuff from graves is superior.

I watched a flimsy blade go towards me and my reaction speed was too slow.

The only time I thought I would get this thing to work was to collapse and dodge the strike.

The other man came to attack me with a simple forester's hatchet.

Coming down with a simple swipe with the hatchet, I forced all my capabilities in dodging the attacks.

I jumped forward to the man in front.

I have to take care of my body somehow, its too weak...

As of now, I have slow speed, slow reactions, and no strength.

I am literally one would say as a knight, someone weak as skin and bones.

Minus the skin of course.

The strike from behind missed as intended but another trouble erupts, I am now in front of the man with the dagger.

He comes in with multiple thrusts, those are aiming towards my chest, will I be able to make this?

The answer was rather unfortunate in the sense, I watched as the man smiled victoriously only to drop dead in silence.

Each thrust, which I estimate to be about thirteen each entered my intercostal spaces, or the space between two ribs. What unseen luck that had to be for such a dagger to enter through such lo

His grip on the weapon wasn't firm at all. If my drill instructor was here right now, they would receive much worse things than death...

I used the unnatural tenacity of a skeleton and drove the sword diagonally upward from my leap forward.

The sword enters halfway before the man collapsed in shock of pain. Maybe in a few minutes he would die.

"Charles!"

The man behind him became afraid of this skeleton, but the loss of a friend without judgement is ceaseless.

He charged aimlessly towards me with his eyes closed with the hatchet in hand.

To think they would do such a thing, with all my weaknesses, how in heavens will I dodge a frontal assault.

I tried parrying the blade that was now crashing down on me. But the rustic blade was made to only last for awhile.

The much more recent hatchet chipped the rustic blade into two fragments, as it flies elsewhere into the distance.

The remaining piece of the blade intact of the blade was still enough to be driven into the man's abdomen.

But that did not stop him.

Bentley was an orphan who was always alone before he met Charles, they went through life's trials and survived by all means, resorting to that of grave robbing.

The strike that was fulfilled with his anguish struck easily towards my skull. My skull naturally began caving in my vision went bleak.

To think I would die minutes after my revival, and to think I broke the promise already.

But what came of the sweet relief of death, was the sliding of chains throughout his body.

They crept up as snakes around my skeleton and constricted, I felt as if I've been pulled out of a tub full of cold water, but what came as a quick realization was that the pain of death had not suffice.

The agony of having one's skull caved in was getting to me. I screamed as I witnessed throes of my sanity.

But as the pain was constant, it soon became numbing. The sensation dwindled on my mind, as it was only a mental effect almost.

A small chilling blue flame awoke me from my slumber and I awoke from the same space I was in with the man, only that the terrace and willow had somehow vanished.

I had no guidance as before but as I looked up, the whale that I had observed before was still here.

A grand large clock appeared in the sky, the whale seemed to be a tiny fly in the large sky.

Clock making was such a rare oddity only the nobles and royalties were wealthy enough to keep them. The amount of money for maintenance was absurd due to the rarity of the profession.

A strange panel began appearing before me as I stared simply at the clock.

Strange prescriptions were plastered on the panel, as if it were a book. But for some odd reason, I felt as if I've seen these words before.

[Skeleton Lvl 3]

[Class:N/A]

[STR:2 AGI:1 DEX:3]

[INT:4 WIS:3 END:2]

[Next Level for Class Change:5]

[Time of Revival - 45 Minutes]