Chapter 122 What Does The World Outside Look Like

With a single leap, he covered the distance leading to the top of the tunnel and found his way out of it. As for Dana and Nadea, he left them behind under the excuse of not being their babysitter.

Having no intention of killing them is not the same thing as sparing their lives. He just doesn't want to directly have the blood of a child on his hands, even though he did directly kill Tarja, the baby bear he had rescued.

That was a situation that could not be avoided as it was the only way he could rid himself of the Goblin king. Besides, he was but an infant when he found himself in the Dungeon. As children with looks putting them above the infant range, he is certain they will make it out alive. And if they don't?...., well, he did the best he could.

Though he says that, he does not really mean it. Among the three humans he fought, one of them managed to survive after getting hit by him. Even though he was keeping his strength in check, he found it impressive that the human could still live through it, faintly, but definitely still breathing.

He decided to leave it all to fate. If that human gets himself together in time, he would help the kids get back to wherever they came from, but if the human ends up not getting himself back together in time before monsters find them, the kids are toast. Or if the human eventually ends up dying from the wound sustained, the kids are still toast.

It all hangs on fate and a little bit of luck from mother nature. He got out of the hole and landed perfectly on his legs.

"okay, where should I go from here?..."

Orun felt unfamiliar with the surroundings and was mentally disturbed on where his next destination should be.

The place he was once familiar with and called home had undergone a drastic makeover during his seven hundred years of slumber.

The Dungeon that was covered only in complete bleak darkness now had light finding its way into it through the cracks in the walls. The tunnels that should have been in every wall of the dungeon is no longer there, now filled with clear flat walls.

"am I still in my birthplace?...."

Orun heavily questioned the unfamiliarity he was surrounded by.

He expected a change during the time he was asleep to when he would wake up, but this was far too much to call it a change. it was like he had been transported to a completely different environment, one that is entirely different from where he was born. Unknown to him how much time has passed during his time of slumber, he continued to question the changes.

"come to think of it, wasn't this place supposed to have been destroyed by me?..., how is it still here?".

"maybe?...., after I destroyed it, the Dungeon rebuilt itself back to normal?..., right, that can happen if I take into consideration the logics of this world".

He managed to convince himself that anything is within the realm of possible in the world he was in. He has seen a monster rise from the dead without its head, a Dungeon rebuilding itself is not too big a theory for this world to make into a reality.

"finding miss dragon should be at the top of my to do list but..., she could be anywhere in this newly sprouted up dungeon. I have no idea where to start from".

He tried using his perception skill to grab an understanding of his terrain. After his evolution, Oracle had taken control of the perception skill, and can only be used by it. Orun thought that it wasn't going to work for him because Oracle is currently inactive, but he was wrong.

When he thought of using the perception skill, the landscape surrounding him was immediately projected in his mind. The perception skill did not give him the full view of the dungeon, it did however cover enough distance for him.

Also, if he walked forward, the view of the direction he is walking towards gets extended.

"its not that I can't use it, but I have been too reliant on Oracle to using the skill for me. Same goes with teleportation".

He walked around the Dungeon trying to extend the range of perception and see if he can grasp miss dragon's location, but he had no luck finding her.

He did find something else he deemed intriguing enough to warrant his attention.

Straight ahead is a door, and within that door is light, like pure bright white light, one so white like he had never seen before.

He had a vague feeling where the path leads to, and because of that, he hesitated on going through it.

He has spent his whole life living in the Dungeon, the ways and normality of the dungeon is what he had inherited.

Going to the outside world as a monster who takes the lives of others not very seriously, he could end up being a danger to the world outside.

He grew up killing, taking lives just so he can get stronger. The world outside is bound to be riddled with all sorts of rules they are governed by, especially ones infringe heavily on the killing part, and he has misconceptions on if he can follow through with their rules.

There is only one rule he has lived by all this time, and that rule is what has brought him this far.

Can he because he wants to see the world outside abandon his own rules?....

How far can he live by on depending on other's rules before he ends up broken by it?.....

Clearly, the humans he met have given him a faint idea of how humans view monsters. Are all humans like that?, will all humans detest the sight of him for being a monster?, will he, have a place to live in when he ventures into the world outside?....

He has zero answers to all his questions, and that made him even more hesitant.

But, he is a monster who has lived the ways of a monster, he survived as a monster among his other fellow monsters.

Sure, the world outside looks scary from inside his dark gloomy cave, but will he let that stop him?..., will he let the hatred humans have towards monsters be the subjective form binding him to fear of going to the outside world?. Will he cower in the face of fear of not being wanted in the outside world?.

The answer is pretty much obvious at this point. He has feared many things, and he has shown to be full of weaknesses, but never for once has he let that be the harbinger of his downfall.

He, is a proud monster, raised and lived like one. If the world outside hates him, then he will return the hate back tenfolds. If the world outside rejects him, then he will create his own haven full only of people who wants him.

Fear isn't going to bring him down, nor is abandonment by the humans going to bring him down. As a monster, he will walk the path deemed for a monster, if that is what the outside world wants him to.