“Wh-who are you?” He asked once he woke up.
At least it seed like he could see this ti. I let out a breath and held out my hand, allowing him to stand back up. If I was able to resurrect him, then this guy wasn’t just so simple mob. A normal dungeon mob, when it died, would have been absorbed back into the dungeon. Only those with a karmic soul can be resurrected, and that only happens if the person has so distinctiveness from the dungeon.
A person created by a dungeon was like a world for the fae. They couldn’t be resurrected because their mana signature was too close to the world. One couldn’t find or extract them, making their deaths permanent. The sa was presumably true with fairies, although Celeste and Astria were exceptions for obvious reasons.
Thus, if this man was created by this dungeon, it should be that he couldn’t be resurrected. This led to three possibilities. First off, he could be so kind of special exception. Perhaps, I played right into the story, which would have him be resurrected at this point. Second, he was so kind of captured soul that was taken control of but not digested, thus making him distinctly separate from the dungeon. The third possibility was that he was originally a monster from another dungeon that was brought to this one.
I couldn’t guess right now which ability allowed to resurrect him. I had honestly been expecting it to fail. However, he was alive now, and he was waiting on to answer his question.
“I’m just a passerby.” I declared. “I saw the slave girl crying over you and I was curious to hear your story.”
“Fifi!” He imdiately pushed past , looking around the ally frantically. “Did you see where she went?”
“I did not. She was sold to an old man.”
“Damn!” He turned and punched the wall.
“She is your sister, correct?” I decided to clarify.
He turned to , but his expression dropped. “So, you’re one of those collectors, huh? You also want to violate my sister.”
“Why would I?” I asked incredulously.
“To pass on our genes. There is big money in slaves like us.” He made a face. “You’re all so dumb though. It doesn’t work that way. Family won’t… you’re all going to fail in the end. You killed my beloved for nothing.”
“Your beloved…” I blinked. “The woman you took off from the mansion to be with!”
He looked up at , his eyes narrow. “I won’t beco a tool for your slave trading. You should have just let die. Then… no one could threaten her any more.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m still trying to understand things.” I took a step forward. “Can you explain it to ?”
He took a step back, suddenly growing wary. He started to shake his head.
“No… you’re just like the rest of them. You, humans, are the worst. I won’t be controlled by you!”
“Wait!”
He turned and ran out of the ally. I cursed and tried to follow him, but when I hit the end of the ally, I struck another invisible wall. I watched the man run right out into the street.
“He’s still alive!”
“Get him!’
Two guards nearby imdiately locked on to him. He turned and ran while the guards chased after him. I usually thought I had a good understanding of these dungeon lores. This one was seeming to explain itself more clearly than any other, but this one left clueless.
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