Chapter Three:The Spear King's Art[2]

"Damn it"

I screamed loudly as I kept going down these damn stairs for the past two hours now.

Why the hell didn't the damn author mention that the stairs were this long...

After about 30 more minutes, I saw the bottom of this basement, and it seems I've finally reached my destination.

The first thought that crossed my mind when I saw the bottom was that this place looked a lot like my own world.

Yes, it's huge, but there's nothing special or modern about it.

And that made me raise my guard.

Ironically, it seems I wasn't wrong, because I saw a giant green monster with one eye carrying a club.

That monster was an Orc.

You might be wondering what I'm doing right now—I'm currently running away from

this monster with everything I've got.

I mean, come on, this monster is a C-rank.

I knew him from the novel. This monster was one of the very common monsters in this world, and it matched what was described in the novel exactly.

"What should I do?"

I said as I hid behind what looked like a large cabinet.

What the hell is this monster doing here?

And yes, you might ask how I managed to run faster than him if he's C-rank.

Come on, man, it's an orc—we're talking slow and stupid, but strong as hell.

I noticed that the monster never comes close to the cabinet I'm in, and that's probably a good thing.

After standing there and thinking of a plan to get out of this mess, I took my spear out from the dimension ring and made up my mind—

I was going to wound him in the eye so I could escape.

"Alright, I can do this."

I said as I breathed heavily and my heartbeat sped up.

This is my first day in this world, and it seems I'll die in it; I laughed at myself, took a deep breath, and started executing my plan.

Let me tell you something—back in my real life, or should I say my past life, I was a pro at RPG games.

Man, I was good at every game. I was kind of gifted in situations like this.

You might be wondering why I'm saying all this random stuff right now.

Well, I'm actually following a plan I used to apply in one of—

Well, I'm actually following a plan I used to apply in one of

those games a lot, and it's a pretty simple plan and always

works. But there's one small problem—

I'm weak.

I mean seriously, the gap between us is like three ranks.

Which means this orc is three times stronger than me.

Which also means I need to be a little sneaky. Okay—

a lot sneaky, but you get the idea.

I started throwing smoke bombs that I had, so the

monster couldn't figure out where I was. And of course, with the help of the Reader's Mind, I was calculating everything—from the

monster's movement paths to my own, down to the timing.

And let me tell you, my plan started working out pretty well.

I began moving silently as much as I could to avoid alerting the monster.

It's worth noting that orcs usually focus on what they see.

"Alright, looks like this is working."

I thought in a low voice as I tried to sneak

toward the door leading to the next room.

But without warning, something huge hit my back

so hard I nearly lost consciousness.

"Argh."

I gasped, spitting blood from my mouth.

Where did I go wrong? I didn't even know the orc got close to me—let alone hit me.

The good thing is the hit pushed me to a place relatively far from him.

The bad thing? He's coming toward me.

He's walking slowly and smiling the ugliest smile

I've ever seen in my life. I don't even know why he's doing that.

"Bad."

It's really bad. My situation is getting worse, and all I could

think of was throwing another smoke bomb and starting

to run in a different direction.

You might ask me why I'm so fixated on reaching

that book.

Well, according to the novel's timeline, the book is taken

about a month or two before the academy starts.

And since I don't know the exact time, it must be these days.

"I should write down all the novel info I know if

I manage to get out of here alive."

I said while running and chugging a healing potion.

You might ask why I have so many potions.

Well, turns out my parents spoil me a little. Being

their only son, I've got a good stock of potions.

Also, my dad is a Guild Master of the Gold Rank, which is awesome.

A loud crash beside me snapped me out of my thoughts as I ran with that idiot chasing me.

After hiding from him in a corner of the room, my

heartbeat started to rise and I didn't know what to do anymore.

Man, even my escape route was blocked by

this orc.

Which means only one thing—one of us has to die.

Well, after thinking, I came up with a plan that seemed kind of okay.

"This better work, or I'm really dead."

Sometimes I really wonder where I get this calmness from,

because I swear I was a coward in my previous world.

"Well, that doesn't matter now, does it?"

I mumbled in a low voice, tightened my grip

on my spear, and started running from right to left—

And left to right. It seems the monster was having

trouble focusing on me under the smoke's effect.

You could tell by how he kept slamming the ground next to me or completely off target.

Once I got close enough to the monster—

"It's now or never."

I tightened my grip on the spear and shouted my only skill:

"Critical Strike!"

It's worth mentioning that I managed to climb

up using the club he had just smashed into the ground and did

the only thing I could think of—

I struck the monster in the eye with my sneak attack.

Apparently, it worked, because he started clutching his eye

and screaming in pain.

At the same time, I started running with everything I had

towards the gate leading to the next room.

After running, I finally got in front of the gate and started pushing it

with all I had. As soon as it opened and I entered,

I noticed a warm liquid coming out of my mouth. Seems like

it was my blood. I lowered my head and found my beloved spear—

but there was one big problem.

It seemed to be sticking through my chest near my heart.

"Damn you..."

Those were the last words out of my mouth as I fell through

the gate.

It's worth noting that I swear I saw the orc

laughing while clutching his eye.

"You'll regret this..."

That was my last thought before I blacked out and my body began

to grow cold.

In front of the gate, a woman appeared with red hair and a full figure,

holding a paper fan covering her mouth and part of her face.

"Well well, what do we have here? Looks like the Chosen One

has arrived.

Too bad he's almost dead, which means

we won't be able to talk face to face."

She said, with a hint of sadness on her face.

"But this is prophecy, and I have to fulfill my role

until the end, right?"

The woman picked up the boy, her face filled with

many emotions, the most obvious being sorrow and longing.

....

Elsewhere in the world,

a young man with a handsome face and short,

light blond hair said:

"I'll return to my world, no matter what it takes."

The young man's face was filled with anger

and he seemed lost in thought—

until a notification appeared in front of him:

("Major changes are happening in the world. Try to reach the end of the story with the hero to save the world and make a wish.")

"Damn whoever sent me to this world."