Chapter 12: Chapter 5: Dimension Space (Part 2) As for how long he needed to sleep in observer mode, that was unclear.
Perhaps he would never wake up, after all, he was just a mortal soul. Plus, with this terrible outcome, as he guessed, the trial settlement might affect everything about him in Dimension Space.
He absolutely couldn’t accept this outcome!
If not to be king and conquer, at least he should be a lord of some region, right? Or at the very least, a noble merchant?
A beggar?
Being a beggar was impossible.
He could never be a beggar in this life! Even if he died on the battlefield, shot to death by random arrows, or hacked to death by chaotic blades, he could never become a beggar.
A man strives for wealth and honor on the battlefield!
Just do it.
Since he was in the Human Form, he would fight until the last moment!
Consciousness returned.
Duncan resumed the first-person perspective, that is, his consciousness entered this ’Human Form’, a nineteen-year-old imperial poor commoner whose parents were both dead and relatives were killed by the empire’s rout soldiers.
This escape was not the end!
His legendary journey had just begun.
.........
Duncan flexed his limbs, picked up the Northern Land war bow, and aimed at a crow on the roadside treetop; there should be corpses nearby, which attracted scavengers like crows.
He traded the war bow from the Northern Land and a spare bowstring from a caravan guard with spoils taken from a Barbarian rout soldier, although his cheat was a god view of the game screen, everything follows basic physical laws in real battles.
Blades would dull, strings would break, and equipment would wear down with use; injuries could lead to crippling.
Everyone was in one-life mode.
Face life directly.
No choice.
"The bruise on the face is still there."
Duncan touched the bruise on his side face, slightly swollen. That Grim Knight’s armored punch probably hit the temple, causing this Human Form’s original owner to die. Despite his consciousness entering the Human Form, the side face’s injury hadn’t fully healed, leaving a bit of color, the health bar nearly depleted a segment, and hadn’t fully recovered after almost two days.
"Don’t get injured."
"My body can’t withstand any injuries, any carelessness might lead to crippling!"
"After all, this world is real, not actually playing a game."
Duncan aimed at the crow on the roadside treetop for a while, then lowered the Northern Land war bow in his hand, seeming to be pondering something.
"Don’t activate god view."
"My archery skills are on par with ordinary archers, hardly able to perform extraordinarily."
"That is to say,"
"In the first-person perspective, my melee strength is about equal to an imperial infantry, and archery close to Barbarians’ forest hunters. In terms of game understanding, Barbarians’ forest hunters are roughly considered a bit above ordinary archer troops in strength."
Only with god view could he perform extraordinarily, applying his past gaming skills directly to reality, achieving surprisingly impressive battle achievements.
"Currently, the most important thing is to improve strength."
"In chaotic times, human life is worth less than a dog’s."
"Since I can seize enemies’ abilities, my growth rate should be extremely fast."
After three battles, he was quite a seasoned veteran.
Duncan currently feared this world’s supernatural power the most. Although overall it seemed like a Low Magic World, there was still a witch with a skull mark in the caravan and the Barbarian leader he encountered could enter frenzy, shockingly enduring arrows to charge at him.
At that time, Duncan saw clearly; the opponent’s lungs were pierced through, yet he could forcefully charge another thirty meters.
"Other than that mysterious witch."
"Everyone I’ve encountered so far, were fragile ordinary people, the Barbarian leader a bit harder to kill, but still could be."
He himself was also a fragile ordinary person.
The punch to his face wouldn’t heal in a week.
"Under these circumstances, it’s easy for me to kill, and easy for others to kill me too."
A commotion came from the front of the caravan.
A guard rode over, approaching Duncan, slightly bowed his head, and said respectfully: "The road ahead is blocked by a fallen tree."
"There are bodies nearby."
Duncan leapt off the carriage, without entering combat mode, could smell a hint of corpse stench from a distance; there were over ten bodies nearby, some pecked beyond recognition by crows.
"It should have been done by rout soldiers," the seasoned calm guard leader said, stopping on horseback.
Duncan surveyed the surroundings and said somberly: "Clear it up quickly, and move on."
He squatted down beside a body and found gnawing marks, probably left by some large animal, but the bite marks resembled human teeth.