Clenching his hands and feeling every cell of his body, joy filled him. Insane joy.
— Ha-ha-ha.
Without wasting any more time, he quickly dressed and flew out into the street. He was filled with excitement for the coming day. He began running around like a madman, looking for the most fun thing he could occupy himself with. But there were so many. Too many that he could try, that he did not even know where to start — his eyes simply darted in different directions.
— Which one?!
— Maybe, which one?
Kane's eyes simply scattered in all directions, unable to focus on one thing: he wanted everything at once, but, unfortunately, he could not split into several parts. So he began thinking over and choosing the most fun thing, the thing he had been created for.
And he galloped off to the dungeon — without a weapon, without equipment, just with his bare hands. For the sake of fun and excitement. And the fact that this was only the beginning heated his excitement even more.
— First.
— Boring.
— Second.
— Third.
— Fourth.
— Fifth.
— Sixth.
— Seventh.
— Eighth.
— Ninth.
— Tenth.
He descended until he reached the tenth floor. It was… Simply put, very boring to fight monsters below the tenth floor. He hoped for the tenth floor or lower, because there a completely different level begins: both the monsters are bigger, and several times stronger.
Crack.
Kane did not hesitate and immediately rushed to meet the monsters. And, of course, it was the usual orc, which he had seen so often; he had even managed to fight it, and back then, it had been very fun.
He sped up, expecting a good fight. But he was quickly filled with disappointment when he dodged such a primitive attack and dealt a swift blow, and the orc's head flew into the air.
— First!
Bang.
Whoosh.
— Second!
— Third!
— Fourth!
His joyful smile wavered a little, but did not disappear. For Kane, this fight was not too boring; it was just boring. One step above the monsters below the tenth floor, and nothing more.
But his gaze quickly fell on the sword, which was all covered in orc blood; wiping the blood off, he saw that there were no scratches on it.
— A good sword.
He whispered under his breath.
Sheathing it, he had too many doubts about it, but the sword had probably shown itself better than one could have assumed. It was of such good quality that "Kopii's" main sword was nervously smoking on the sidelines.
«Maybe I shouldn't have killed him?» — Kane wondered, not out of pity for the adventurer whose sword he had taken, but because of the problems this action might bring. Because of such quality of the sword, his familia was definitely not low-class, since it could afford such a weapon for a newcomer from its familia. Why did he think the man was a newcomer?
One glance at his movements was enough, and especially at his face, which was glowing with joy; probably, it was because of his first descent. But if he was from a familia of at least middle class, then why was he alone? — Kane asked himself, beginning to doubt the correctness of his actions. Right now, he least of all wanted his long-awaited freedom to end in an instant.
For killing an adventurer, they would definitely not pat him on the head. But, after thinking a little, he simply dropped it: after all, no one had seen it, and in the dungeon, there would always be newcomers who had overestimated their abilities. So why should he worry about such trifles? It was better to focus on fun than to think about some loser.
Bang.
Hop.
— Almost hit. I emphasize, almost.
Bang.
Blow.
— What, are you ignoring me? Ay-ay, bad boy.
Kane's gaze lingered on the magic stone in thought: take it or not? Of course, he did not have a backpack, but shoving them into his pockets was also possible. Realizing this, he regretted taking only the sword and not bringing a backpack. But nothing could be done about it: the past could not be returned, because back then, he had thought a backpack would only hinder him.
— Whatever.
Catching the stone, he rushed with new force towards battle and the thrill of combat.
Stopping at the fourteenth floor, he no longer risked going lower, even if his body and feelings screamed for it. But, unlike his former self, who back then had not possessed reason, he would definitely have gone down without thinking, and died. But now he did not want to end his fun.
After all, he could do so much: screw beautiful girls as much as he wanted — Amazons, humans, half-humans, and elves. But, of course, with elves it was a bit difficult; but why should he give up on that? And then he would eat his fill — this was not life, but paradise. A-ha-ha, it seemed he understood what he would spend the whole day doing today.
Unable to calm down, he rapidly began ascending, but first he had to throw away such a good sword. Even if he did not want to, he had no choice. He was sure this sword was not one of the cheap ones, and perhaps even a gift for a dear person. So this sword could ruin everything. Of course, he understood that he could simply say he had found a corpse and picked up the sword because he liked it.
But he did not want to deal with this hassle: he was simply too lazy, and also he had no time for it; his day was already fully planned, every second counted. So he decided to get rid of the problems at the root, so that no one would bother him.
— Farewell.
Whoosh.
Throwing the sword at the first monster he came across, he sped up towards the beginning fun.
But back then, Kane did not know that not everything would be so simple.
Jumping out of the dungeon as if out of steam, he immediately headed to the entertainment district, anticipating tonight.
— A-ha-ha.
But he was given a difficult choice: a lot depended on this choice.
— And who should I choose? An Amazon, or a half-human, or a human? Who? The Amazons were so… Yes, half-humans are a good choice.
He had always wanted to touch the ears and tail: this desire had passed to him because of "Kopii's" secret fetish. After all, however much he denied it, they were one whole.
When he slowed his pace, he finally noticed a strange look on himself from the people passing by. When Kane caught their gaze, he grew wary. He did not understand what was happening and why they were looking at him like that. He stopped and examined himself — and found nothing special. His clothes, of course, were a little torn, and covered in blood and dirt. In short, he looked like a bum.
— But that's definitely not the reason they look at me like that.
Our gazes met for a second, and I noticed how the face hardened in a second: his face filled with tension; I even thought — one wrong move, and they would attack me. Did they see an enemy in me?
At this thought, Kane's body tensed involuntarily; we stared into each other's eyes, until I looked away.
Kane's smile shrank a little. He did not like receiving so much attention to his person, and especially for a reason unknown to him.
But the answer did not keep him waiting long. Walking up to the nearest shop window, I saw in the reflection the answer to my question.
— How could I forget about this? How stupid!
Because of overexcitement, I had completely forgotten about the physical changes when I seize control. The black eyes attracted too much attention, and especially unfriendly attention.
Changing his route, he immediately headed to a shop to buy himself glasses. But on arriving at the destination, I understood one unpleasant truth.
— I have no money…
The realization of this killed his mood. After all, without money, all his plans connected with money were simply impossible.
So he immediately set off to solve this problem — namely, to return home and get his equipment. But he stopped at once, because it was not there after all. Because "Kopii" had been caught in the dungeon, and then raped, but our things were never returned.
— Bastards, damn it!
He shouted deep in his soul. Understanding that he had nothing — no money, no equipment.