"Hello, Mr. Murder Wolf. Please Don’t Kill Me."

 "Ow!" Harold yelped as he banged his head on the roof of the dungeon floor and frowned.

 He had taken notice of it but he seemed unable to pass through the floor and walls of Tuat.

 'Is it a special trait of the dungeon or is a ghost at my level just unable to pass through it?' He needed more data which he was unable to collect currently.

 "I'd like to move to higher floors though. Perhaps the difficulty of this one is just too high for me." Harold made sure to keep his [Stealth] skill active.

 And he saw them. Monsters everywhere for as far and wide one could look. Some of them were fighting each other, some were napping, some were on the move while some were being eaten.

 The one thing they all had in common was the fact that they were incredibly strong. Even without using magic or skills, their ordinary movements moved the elements in the air, creating something that seemed to be a mix of magic and body arts.

 'Mm, I definitely need to get out of here.' Harold nodded and slinked his way through the floors of the dungeon.

 He had no way of knowing what floor he was on but he figured that so long as he went up, he would eventually find an exit.

 If only it was another place. If only it wasn't the dungeon named Tuat, perhaps his plan would have been feasible.

 "Grrr…." That was the last thing Harold heard before his head went flying from his body. It was a funny experience; he could tell that he was still alive (if being a ghost counted) but he counts tell that he was not vanquished.

 And then it came. While it seemed like he was not supposed to feel pain, with you know, he was dead and all, it looked like any damage dealt to his spectral body resulted in pain.

 "That hurt!" Harold activated his movement skill [Flicker] and caught his head with his body and placed it on the stump it used to be. Only for it to slide off.

 'Now, how does go about reattaching his own head.' Harold just had that thought when he felt his head melting and sinking into his hands.

 The stump where the head used to be emitted a greyish smoke and Harold's head popped out of it safe and sound.

 [MP: 98/100]

 Okay, perhaps not completely safe and sound. But he was better and ready to find the culprit who beheaded him.

 And stared right into the eyes of a three-meter large wolf with intelligent eyes that was observing him with cold calculation.

 "Hello." Harold greeted with a cheery smile and instantly used his skill, [Flicker].

 "GRRAAAAHHHH!" The wolf growled and several wind blades with sufficient strength to split a tree in half flew at Harold from all angles.

 "Damn it!" Harold gritted his teeth and ran for his life. The combination of his skills and his ghostly nature just barely let him survive the encounter and five minutes later, he was breathing heavily while looking at his MP.

 [MP: 50/100]

 'Shit, I'm already running low on MP and I haven't even done anything.' Harold was getting bit dizzy as he thought that.

 If his MP served as the blood of his new body, then losing a lot of it was likely to put him in a dangerous condition.

 'I need to get out of here, fast.' Harold looked around and saw that he had ended up in the place where he had died. This would terrify most but it was exactly what Harold needed at the moment.

 'Because, that hole is my way out of here.' Harold felt the roar of not just the wolf, but other monsters that had decided to join in on the fun.

 "See ya later, suckers." Harold stuck his tongue at them and started flying out of the hole at the fastest speed he could.

 'I wonder if I'm lucky for surviving this encounter or unlucky for even dying in the first place.' Harold pondered as he shuffled towards what was hopefully safety.

…..

 "What!? The Hero has been born?" Liam's eyes widened as he heard the news. It had been a day and a half since they had left Tuat and were in the Adventurer's Guild Headquarters in the Kingdom of Alexaria.

 "Yes. We received an oracle from the Church about this. It was roughly around the time that the situation in Tuat changed." Sebastian, Liam's friend said as he passed a paper to the assistant by his side.

 Sebastian worked as a manager in the Guild and was often Liam's source of information. Their relationship went a while back so he trusted the man quite a bit.

 "So that was the reason." Liam muttered as he clenched his hands and looked up.

 "Please can you help me with a favor?" Liam asked and Sebastian looked up.

 "I need information on an adventurer. He's dead but I'd like to see if there is anything I can do for him." Liam explained.

 "It is Guild policy to not give out the personal information of an adventurer unless special circumstances permit it. Which in this case, it does." Sebastian smiled and called out.

 "[Open Guild Records]" A screen similar to a status window, except far larger, opened up in the air.

 "What's his name?" Sebastian asked and Liam replied. "Harold. Just Harold. Aged twelve. Dark skin with curly black hair."

 "Do you know his ID number?"

 "C3452."

 "If you knew, you should just have said that from the beginning." Sebastian grumbled and typed at the keyboard that was on the holographic screen.

 "Found it. Harold. Just like you said, no surname. Born in Swornsworth Village to an ordinary hunting couple. Appears he's descended from the Dark Seer's Clan but his blood doesn't seem to be that strong. His parents contracted a disease. It's not that major but for a family like them, it was a matter of life and death. Now I can see why someone with a low level like him would even think of entering Tuat." Sebastian said and looked at Liam.

 "What do you want to do?"

 "I let their son die. The least I can do is pay for their illness."

 "How virtuous of you."

 "virtuous… it's only for the sake of my conscience." Liam said. Having gotten the information he came for, he bade his friend farewell and left the office.

 "Still, I wonder why we weren't able to find anything at the outpost at Tuat." He muttered as he silently left the Guild.