Chapter 7: Meet The Protagonist (1)

“At least I survived.”

I managed to save my life, probably because I ran at full speed.

The tentacle monster didn’t seem particularly interested in us, so it’s safe to say I survived.

“At least I survived.”

I managed to save my life, probably because I ran at full speed.

The tentacle monster didn’t seem particularly interested in us, so it’s safe to say I survived.

However, the situation wasn’t exactly favorable.

‘No matter how I look at it, I’m screwed.’

First of all, being separated from my party members is a huge blow.

Even if the party members aren’t particularly impressive, the power of a party is something you can’t ignore.

There’s a saying that there’s no match for a group attack, right?

In a situation where you need a certain number of people to fight terrifying monsters, losing the party is a significant setback.

I have to navigate this vast labyrinth alone, don’t I?

I ran blindly to survive, but if I had known this would happen, I should have paid more attention to the direction.

I’m definitely still on the first floor, but not knowing my exact location is quite frustrating.

Even though I’m a possessor, I don’t know the entire structure of the labyrinth.

Even if I did, the labyrinth’s structure could change at any time, making it meaningless, but it’s still a frustrating situation.

However, these things aren’t particularly important right now.

‘This world is truly a dark fantasy.’

What’s important now is that I’ve finally identified the genre of this world.

It seems clear that this world is indeed a dark fantasy.

Seeing how the tentacle monster sliced someone in half, it’s definitely not a world of romantic comedy.

I had hoped for a slightly kinder world, but the absence of such a sweet future is honestly quite painful.

‘Should I have never stepped foot in here?’

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have entered the labyrinth…

Or at least, I would have prepared thoroughly before entering.

I do feel some regret for stepping into this damned dark fantasy world’s labyrinth with vague expectations, but what’s done is done.

‘But what else could I have done?’

Moreover, I think I did my best at the time.

After what happened with my sister and the maid, how could I have thought this world was a dark fantasy?

Anyone would have misunderstood in that situation.

‘Still, let’s not lose hope.’

For now, let’s focus on surviving.

I’m still alive, and I haven’t suffered anything terrible, right?

There’s still a possibility of getting out of here.

Although that possibility is incredibly slim, I have some confidence.

‘I’m quite lucky.’

Despite everything, I consider myself lucky.

Someone else might say, “You think you’re lucky in this situation? Are you crazy?”

But I genuinely believe I’m quite fortunate.

‘I’ve survived for 20 years.’

The moment I became certain that this world is indeed a dark fantasy, I thought maybe I was born under a lucky star.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to live for 20 years without any issues while sharing a roof with mid-bosses, final bosses, and hidden bosses.

I really do highly rate my luck in that regard.

Surviving like this is usually impossible without some specific skill.

In such a situation, I’ve managed to survive without any particular skills.

That must be proof that I was born under a lucky star.

“Huh? Is this… a mimic room?”

As if to prove it, there’s a mimic room right in front of me, isn’t there?

While running frantically, I discovered a crevice in the cave.

When I peeked through the crevice, I saw several treasure chests.

This must be a mimic room.

A randomly generated mimic room on the first floor, where I might find quite valuable items.

Depending on those items, escaping might not be just a dream.

This situation itself is a huge stroke of luck, isn’t it?

Of course, considering that mimic rooms are quite dangerous, it’s not all good luck, but the opportunity itself is a gift.

I really am lucky.

‘But why am I so lucky?’

Although I have no idea where this luck comes from.

I do feel that I have abnormal luck, but it’s also quite unsettling.

I truly can’t understand why I’m so lucky.

Surviving for 20 years, and now stumbling upon a mimic room while running away, is normally impossible.

‘I don’t have any skills that boost my stats.’

Of course, if I had a skill that boosts luck, it would be possible.

In this dark fantasy world where all sorts of skills exist, there are probably skills related to luck.

It’s a shame that I can’t check my status and skills by shouting ‘Status Window!!!’ like in a game,

But when playing the game, there were definitely luck-related skills, and obtaining them would boost stats and lead to many good things.

If I had such a skill, this kind of luck wouldn’t be unreasonable.

But that’s not the case, and that’s the problem.

I don’t have any skills that increase my luck.

‘Is this the only skill I have?’

[F-grade Skill: Favor]

[Increases favorability with the opposite sex slightly.]

To reiterate, I’m not lying; this is the only skill I have.

There’s no hidden skill or anything like that.

I’ve spent the last 20 years using all my game knowledge to check if I have any special abilities, but this is the only skill I have.

So, it’s not due to skill enhancement.

‘And it’s not like I have good luck stats genetically either.’

So, one might think, ‘Maybe your base luck stat is just high?’ but that’s probably not the case either.

I haven’t checked, but my innate stats probably aren’t that great.

There’s evidence to support this.

This game pays a lot of attention to lineage.

People with similar lineage have similar stats.

So, just by looking at my sister and stepsister, I can guess my stats.

I can’t check their stats now, but I roughly know their stats from the game.

‘Their stats aren’t particularly impressive.’

Their stats are just average.

They are chapter bosses, so they are quite good for humans, but ultimately, they are still human.

They had slightly better luck stats than average, but by dark fantasy standards, their stats aren’t particularly good.

‘They’re strong because of their skills.’

The reason they could be bosses is due to their skills, not their stats.

Their combat power comes from their overpowered skills, while their base stats are quite low.

As their half-brother, I’m probably no different.

Of course, the downside is that as an extra, I don’t have such overpowered skills, but my base luck stat is probably just average.

‘It’s really strange.’

So, it’s really puzzling.

I don’t have any special skills, and my stats aren’t great.

How have I managed to survive in this world for 20 years?

I thought the answer was that this world isn’t a dark fantasy, but seeing what just happened, it’s clearly a dark fantasy world…

It’s quite puzzling, but one thing is certain: this isn’t something to think about right now.

‘First, let’s enter the mimic room.’

For now, I should focus on what I need to do and what I can do.

Survival is the priority.

I immediately started looking for the entrance to the mimic room.

And I found it easily, allowing me to enter the mimic room.

‘I hope there’s something useful here…’

If I’m lucky, I might find an item that can help me escape the labyrinth.

At least something that can help me escape.

With that hope, I entered the mimic room.

And I found something truly rare.

“Ugh. Let go.”

A girl with only her legs sticking out, struggling as she’s being eaten by a mimic.

Just by looking at her, you might feel sorry for her, but her voice and familiar lower body made me realize who she was.

“What is she doing here…”

Her name is Ribel Auger.

My childhood friend and the protagonist of this game.