Unable to leave the ancient tower, he discovered he was completely lost. The entrance he had used seemed to have vanished, and there was no sign of an exit anywhere in the structure.
In this predicament, Kyle could only explore the ancient tower. During his exploration, he also found that the tower did not allow access to areas above the tenth floor.
He similarly discovered rooms with doors of different colors and keys of different colors.
He also opened doors, and after the first one he opened, he encountered a red slime and a green slime, both alive.
Aside from being disgusted by the slime, Kyle managed to defeat them first with the firepower of his firearms.
The gun in his hand was no ordinary handgun; it could fire twenty rounds per second with an effective range exceeding four hundred meters and a maximum range of two thousand meters.
At close range, less than a hundred meters, it could turn a twenty-millimeter steel plate into a sieve and even penetrate lightly armored vehicles.
In television dramas and movies, it's common to see characters shooting and only creating a hole in their opponents, with arm wounds only requiring a bandage.
However, the power of a real automatic rifle is far beyond that. At close range, it can pierce steel plates, and if a person is shot, they are torn in half or even reduced to pieces of flesh, unlike the characters in movies who remain lively after being shot.
The power of bullets far exceeds ordinary imagination; it can be said that no animal on Blue Star can resist it. As long as it is an animal on Blue Star with a flesh and blood structure, it is difficult to withstand the damage from firearms.
Even monsters and slimes are no exception.
Kyle didn't know if it was because slimes were the weakest type of magical creatures, but under the strong firepower of his firearms, the green slimes, which had been moving with splats, fell with splats.
The red slime, being stronger, still had vitality after being shot multiple times but could only roll on the ground slowly. Kyle finished it off with a few more shots.
After establishing the concepts that firearms could defeat magical creatures and that red slimes were stronger than green slimes,
Kyle became even more confident in his endeavors, believing that under the power of firearms, any monster or demon would bow down.
Then, in the second room, he hit a snag and encountered over a dozen skeletons.
There were three types of skeletons. The first type were white skeletons with no weapons, only their bare hands. Although these skeletons were much stronger than red slimes, they were still within the range of firearms.
What terrified Kyle was the second type of skeleton. These skeletons wielded swords and shields. Kyle's firearms, capable of piercing steel plates, could only push back the shields of these skeletons, leaving only a white mark on them.
The skeletons' reaction speed was extremely fast, as if they could automatically position their shields to block incoming bullets. Kyle could not get past their shields to harm these shield-wielding skeletons.
Facing the second type of skeleton, Kyle was effectively unable to penetrate their defenses.
As for the sharpness of their swords, Kyle had no desire to test that answer with his own flesh.
There were about nine of the second type of skeletons, which were already quite troublesome. However, they acted purely on instinct and seemed to lack significant intelligence.
Yet, there was a third type of skeleton, the only yellow skeleton, which commanded the actions of all the other skeletons. This skeleton was far more intelligent than the others.
Therefore, Kyle could only flee, running frantically within the ancient tower, escaping.
He had never seen such monstrous creatures, as if corpses had come back to life.
Kyle was a man who believed in the power of firearms.
So, when he first encountered slime-like magical creatures that could be defeated by firearms, besides curiosity and surprise, a sense of excitement overshadowed his fear—even these magical creatures, I can defeat them.
This was Kyle's mindset.
But when his firearms proved useless against the white skeletons, unable to even break their defenses,
Kyle panicked.
In his heart, there was only fear of these mysterious creatures. While fleeing, he kept wondering why these dead people could come back to life and become skeletal frames.
Was it truly the resurrection of the undead?
"Damn it, why do such terrifying creatures exist in the world..."
"They're dead, so why do they continue to exist in this world as the undead?"
Kyle gasped for air, relieved to have escaped danger, when he suddenly saw a figure in his eyes.
A yellow figure.
Kyle habitually looked back and was almost scared out of his wits—when had that yellow skeleton appeared beside him?
There was no time to think.
Kyle's body reacted instinctively, quickly responding, and he immediately fled back the way he came.
Just as he was about to run down the stairs, he saw five more white skeletons, armed with shields and swords, blocking his path.
They brandished their swords and advanced step by step.
Behind him, the yellow skeleton was closing in, sword in hand, ready to strike.
In front, five white skeletons blocked his way.
Behind him, the yellow skeleton. This skeleton not only possessed the same intelligence as a full-grown human but also far surpassed ordinary white skeletons in strength. While powerful firearms could leave a white mark on the shields of white skeletons, they couldn't even leave a mark on the yellow skeleton's shield.
Facing this situation of being trapped between a wolf and a tiger, Kyle was on the verge of madness!
He could no longer imagine any solution.
"Spare me..."
As Kyle was about to attempt to communicate with the yellow skeleton, this was the only idea he had in his desperation that he thought could save his life.
That was to beg for mercy.
For ordinary animals or unintelligent monsters, begging for mercy was clearly useless.
But this yellow skeleton's intelligence was no less than that of a human, so perhaps it could communicate, perhaps it could surrender?
Kyle did as he thought.
However, whether the demon couldn't understand English or not, it still directly swung its sword down.
"Ah!"
The next moment.
Kyle's vision went black.
He woke up in bed, screaming loudly.
His scream was filled with fear, containing the deepest terror.
In his memory, the yellow skeleton's sword was incredibly sharp, a blade unmatched by any cold weapon.
As such a sharp sword descended, it cut through his flesh, his bones, and his internal organs.
How was he still alive?
How could he possibly survive such injuries?
Even the best doctors wouldn't be able to save him, right?
Kyle instinctively looked at his hand.
In his memory, the yellow skeleton's sword had severed his hand at the root.