Chapter 29:

Chapter 29 — New Possibilities

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I stand in front of four corpses.

One of them lies a little farther away from the others—and it looks like it’s still burning.

It smells like burned meat… blood… and internal organs.

The smell is heavy, thick, sticky.

Damn… how… how did this even happen?

Yes, I remember.

I did this.

I’m the one who killed all four of them.

Back then, in the Training Room, a wave of such intense rage hit me that I couldn’t hold it back.

Blind, scorching rage—and this is where it led.

I felt like I was in a dream.

No fear.

No hesitation.

No thoughts.

I had only one goal—to kill those people.

Didn’t matter how.

Didn’t matter if I survived myself.

Oh… yes, it really was dangerous.

I wasn’t careful at all.

And the smell…

The smell of blood, burned flesh, torn organs… before, I would’ve already fallen to my knees, vomited, and passed out.

Right now it’s just… unpleasant.

Disgusting, but nothing more.

Alright.

I need to think everything through.

Step by step.

I teleported into the Training Room.

Yes, it’s safer here.

If other adventurers walk into that corridor with the four bodies—I’m done for. I don’t want to be arrested and accused of murder.

Even though they were the ones who tried to kill me first. Ah, whatever.

I suddenly remembered a case from my world.

They threw a man in jail for simply defending his family.

Their house was attacked by thieves: they tortured his wife and kids and demanded money he didn’t even have.

In rage, he killed three of the attackers.

The fourth survived but became permanently disabled.

And what did the court do?

It sentenced that very man.

I don’t remember for how many years, but the case ended terribly for him.

And one of the attackers—the disabled one—even sued him for compensation.

What the hell is wrong with the justice system?

People joked back then…

Yes, it was a tragedy, but they still joked that the government simply gets angry when regular people do its job for it.

That civilians shouldn’t “replace” the state:

not punishing criminals,

not killing attackers,

not even defending themselves.

That it’s “the government’s job.”

Sounds ridiculous.

But… that’s how reality works.

And here, in this world…

I don’t know how the justice system works.

And I don’t care.

Here, for me, only one rule matters:

The stronger I become—the better for me.

That’s it.

It’s not even a law.

It’s just the truth of life.

The only truth for me now.

Now I need to think everything through.

I still can’t believe I actually killed four adventurers.

I didn’t even think I was capable of something like that… but I did it.

But if I remember correctly, right before I completely lost control of myself, I received some kind of system notification.

Alright… I need to check my status window.

[Status]
[Name: Alisar
Level: 60
Experience: 4,482,359 / 7,300,000
Rank: 3]

HP: 15,891 / 15,950
MP: 2,786 / 17,240
Strength: 421
Defense: 497
Speed: 677
Intelligence: 310
Magic Power: 305
Magic Defense: 749
Free Attribute Points: 0

Skills: Swordsman (Rank 1), Berserk (Rank 1)

Special Skills:
• Training Room (Rank 3)
• Alchemy (Rank 2)

Alright…

The amount of experience I need to reach the next level barely changed.

Meaning I gained almost no experience for killing those four.

Very little.

Okay, let’s continue.

I got a new skill.

The name sounds cool—Berserk.

Alright… let’s see what this skill actually is.

[Skill: Berserk
Rank: 1]

Effects:

+10% Strength
+10% Defense
+10% Speed

Type: Active Skill

Description:
When activated, the skill’s owner enters a state of madness, attacking and killing everyone around them whom they perceive as enemies.

Bonuses:

Reduced pain perception
Complete suppression of fear

Side Effects:
Makes the skill’s owner mentally more stable
(and, as a result, less sensitive to acts of violence and killing)

Now that’s what I call a skill.

Although… “side effects”? Honestly, these aren’t even downsides—they’re more like bonuses.

Being less sensitive to violence and killing… sounds useful.

Although, thinking about it, it would be bad to turn into a lunatic who starts hacking everyone around for no reason.

But I think I’m starting to understand what it actually means.

Right now I do feel a bit of panic and fear… but it’s nothing like what I would expect from myself after killing four people.

Instead—my mind feels strangely clear.

I even feel calmer than I should.

Yes.

This must be the effect of that skill.

Well, whatever, that’s even better for me.

It’ll probably help me survive in this world.

Alright… remembering how I killed those people…

It seems I used my Training Room skill.

And that’s strange.

Well… not exactly strange, just unusual.

I teleported behind them—directly behind their backs—to attack from behind.

But how did I manage that?

I thought that when I teleport into the Training Room and return, I always reappear in the exact same spot where I was. Always.

But when I was in the Berserk state, everything worked differently.

Alright… let me try again.

I teleported into the dungeon corridor.

Oh. I’m next to Damon’s corpse again.

Okay, I memorized the spot.

Now let’s try teleporting somewhere farther down the corridor.

I returned to the Training Room again.

I took ten steps forward—exactly in the direction I wanted to move.

Then I teleported back into the outside world, into the dungeon corridor.

Oh.

There it is.

I’m exactly ten steps away from my previous position.

Exactly ten steps from Damon’s corpse.

So that’s how it works.

If I move inside the Training Room—I teleport the same way in the outside world.

Hmm.

I’ll need to train this a lot to understand how effective it really is.

—

After dozens of experiments with teleporting into the Training Room and back, I finally understood how it works.

Well… at least if I didn’t mess anything up. I’m not a specialist.

Here’s what I figured out.

It seems I really can teleport—but there’s a limit: about twenty meters. Maybe a bit more, but not much.

When I teleport, I always appear in the center of the Training Room.

The room itself is about 40 by 40 meters, and the center means I can walk a maximum of 20 meters in any direction.

And when I walk inside the room, memorizing the direction—when I exit back into the outside world, I teleport the same distance in that direction.

More than 20 meters just doesn’t work. At all.

And there’s another important detail.

If I move inside the Training Room but don’t think about where I want to appear outside, then I return to the exact spot from which I teleported into the Training Room.

So all this time, I appeared only where I originally teleported from simply because I never thought about the other possibilities.

If not for that fight, I wouldn’t have even guessed how useful this skill actually is.

I was sure I could appear only in the spot where I disappeared.

And that’s it.

Just entry—exit.

But turns out I can move within a 20-meter radius, and that… yes, it seems like a small distance.

But in battle, teleporting even short distances is incredibly useful.

And the fight proved it.

Although I still don’t understand how, in the Berserk state, I managed to use the skill in a way I didn’t even know was possible.

I thought Berserk made a person… well, dumber, to put it mildly.

But instead, I used the skill more effectively than ever before.

Alright.

I don’t know how it works.

And there’s no point overthinking it—I’d only waste time.

I gathered my belongings.

Damn… those guys even wanted to steal my bag.

And I have rations in there—enough for about twenty days.

But water… now that’s a problem.

Hmm… can I use a health potion to quench thirst?

No, that’s a stupid idea.

First, it probably wouldn’t work.

Second, even if it did, I have a limit—no more than ten potions a day.

And considering the bottle size… maybe 30 grams of liquid per bottle.

Even ten bottles—that’s nothing.

Alright, I’ll think about it later.

I quickly returned to the room before the first dungeon boss.

Yeah, we hadn’t walked too far from there with those four.

This is the very room where I wanted to watch how Damon uses magic.

But… he really surprised me.

I thought he’d chant some spell or something like that.

But no—he just fired fireballs one after another, incredibly fast, almost without delay.

Apparently, he didn’t need an incantation.

It was simply a built-in ability in the system.

Alright. Considering the monsters before this place, I think I can handle the first boss myself.

But with this huge bag on my shoulder… I probably won’t be able to fight properly.

I placed the bag near the boss room door.

Alright… sword ready.

When I drew the blade from the sheath, I expected to see blood—after all, I’d been cutting down people so fast I didn’t even notice how many strikes I delivered.

But the sword was completely clean.

As if it had never touched blood.

Well, whatever.

This is a world of magic and the system, so nothing to be surprised about.

Enough.

Enough wasting time on pointless thoughts.

I pressed my palm against the dungeon boss door and pushed it open.

It slowly swung aside—and I stepped inside.

A goblin stood in front of me.

About the same height as the previous ones—around one meter fifty. Pretty tall for a goblin.

He held a huge staff in his hand, and he looked old.

Yeah, most likely… a goblin shaman.