Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

The labyrinth\'s third floor and the ground shook intensely as if an earthquake had occurred. Dust and rocks fell from the ceiling and the dead bodies of the monsters vibrated as they rolled in the pool of their own blood.

The entrance gate of this floor—one from where Zero and the other came inside, got closed off as a big slab of hard rock slid down its corners and stood like a wall.

Spene, Xara, and Favian, of course, saw this and panicked. This meant only one thing and that was they can\'t go back now. One other gate that was on the opposite side from the entrance gate had also closed, so it was probably the gate to the next floor.

This wasn\'t a unique situation, and everyone from the little bit of experience they had in the labyrinths knew that if a situation like this occurred then the only way to open the doors was by killing all the monsters on the floor they were currently in.

They knew this, that\'s why they were calm even though the pressure had increased, and if not everyone, Spene was screaming hard from the inside.

Favian on the other hand had somehow forced his body to stand on his feet. The injuries he gained when the mad orc threw him on the wall were hard. Blood was coming out of his head and his forehead was painted in cherry.

He held the dagger Zero gave him in his right hand and his left hand was clenching the next one—it won\'t be impossible to say that he didn\'t have a broken bone or two.

Despite all this, his resolve hadn\'t shaken even a bit. He was as confident as he was when they entered the labyrinth. Hence, he made that resolve run through his body and provide him with the necessary strength he needed right now.

-Boom!

The mad orc delivered a punch on the ground in front of him—where Favian was, a crater formed on the place and the ground beneath crumbled. Though the anger on the orc\'s face didn\'t flinch since he had not gotten the man he wanted to.

Before the orc made its move Favian had made himself run, he leaped to the side just as the punch connected to the ground and rolled to the side. He stood up again, this time looking fiercely into the mad orc\'s eyes.

"It\'s enough! I\'ll be finishing you now!" he screamed. This was very unlike him; the guy who normally stayed calm and his friends rarely saw him getting angry, the same person had a look on his face that defined pure blood lust toward the mad orc.

The mad orc, obviously, didn\'t understand what he said. Even so, it screamed back in a roar and beat its chest as it rushed forward.

"Haaaaaaaa!" Favian dashed but in a zig-zag pattern. He soon reached the orc\'s range of attack and the orc, made with rage, started throwing punches here and there—in every direction it thought Favian could go.

However, this was not that hard for Favian; he thought it would be but in reality, this was easier than before. The reason for this was that the orc was now driven by rage and wasn\'t able to control its emotion and think rationally.

When a creature—whether it be human or monster, develops only one goal and does everything it can just to achieve that goal; the world other than that blurs out for them. Also, the orc didn\'t have a sword, and their species ain\'t handy with hand-to-hand combat, so the orc was having trouble fighting with punches.

Favian dashed to the side, dodging another one of the punches, he sprinted forward and got behind the orc\'s back. He threw his arm forward and busted the dagger inside its back and slid it making a big, long gush as the result.

Before the orc could turn back, Favian grabbed the dagger in his mouth and darted and put a step on the wall in front of him. Putting another step on it he climbed two steps and then pushed himself back.

With a backflip in the air, his hands reached for the hilt of the huge sword that was stuck in the orc\'s back. He grabbed the handle—which was 1 meter in length—and did a somersault.

Flipping over he landed on the orc\'s shoulders. The orc raged even more and started running around madly, it tried to grab Favian with its hand but before he could do anything else…Favian took the sword from its mouth, held it in his hands, and…

-A fountain of blood danced in the air, as a stream sprayed from the orc\'s neck.

Favian landed at a distance, the mad orc\'s body fell to the ground behind him. "A-At last…I can rest a bit," he sighed.

A second later he fell and lay on the ground, his breathing intensified and his body was cold from all the sweat he had. And let\'s not talk about the way he was drenched in blood.

His body went limp but a smile remained on his face, his hands let go of the dagger as he didn\'t have the strength left to hold it anymore. He just…laid there in silence without any moment at all.

When Xara\'s eyes fell upon him, her heart almost stopped. "Hey, hey, hey! Favian, you can\'t die like this!!! You said you won\'t!!!" she shouted, ignoring all the monsters around her she subconsciously burned them—and for some reason, the fire this time was more powerful.

Observing this, a smirk appeared on someone\'s face—someone who was standing at the back with another man who he had bound with chains.

"Hell NO! Why you killin\' me like that, huh? I\'m just…a bit tired," Favian replied. A wave of relief washed over Xara\'s hearing that, at the same time Spene interjected, "I said he won\'t die if he had said that he won\'t; don\'t let your guard down like that."

"Fuck you!"

Favian again laid his head on the ground and let out a sigh of comfort. He closed his eyes, and for a long time…after a short second that felt like a century to him…he felt the same earthquake as before.

His eyes opened on their own, and what he saw wasn\'t comforting in the least.

4 compartments of the walls—each in the opposite direction from the other, opened and a gate appeared. And from those gates, hordes and hordes of monsters came out, and those monsters…were goblins. The last monster you\'d like to face if they were in a group.

There were 50—no, maybe 100 of goblins coming out and only from one gate that is.

Xara and Spene strengthened their defense as they finished some more of the orcs and minotaurs. This was going to be a problem, after all, they were tired after fighting with the other monsters and even now some of the minotaurs were left.

But this was not the worst…

Favian\'s heart stopped as he saw one out of the four gates open just a bit away from him. At first, one goblin came out, that one was holding a small knife. After that, they came out one after another until a whole group of them was out.

They were small, green creatures with elf-like ears, multiple sharp fangs, and big ball-like eyes.

"Not again! Just let me rest a bit, damn it!" he cursed, he didn\'t like this but it was not like he had any other choice. Hence he forced his body yet again—his muscles were tearing apart, his bones were cracking like wood, and his skin was as tensed as strict military officers discipline.

But in spite of all that, he picked up the dagger and rose to the ground. The little noise he made was enough to attract the goblins\' attention.

Their heads turned toward him—and the way it did was enough to send several chills down Favian\'s spine.

"Khwaaaaa!" the goblins made loud screeching sounds and the whole group ran toward Favian.

Favian also moved his feet forward and bit by bit gained speed with each step he took.

What was he feeling right now? He didn\'t know, or rather it wasn\'t clear to him. He…just wanted to get out of this. He was tired. At first, he\'d thought that going on a mission where they could face some real monsters would be fun but, he was regretting that decision now.

But for once, he didn\'t blame anyone else for that. Spene had consulted him before finalizing whether they would go or not and Favian had raised his hand in favor that time. If it was anyone\'s fault, it was his own. And somewhere deep down, he was also aware of this.

Maybe that\'s why he was not complaining at all; he hadn\'t even once ever since he came here.

The goblins and he got closer, and the first one to land an attack…was Favian. He stabbed the goldin who was in the front with the dagger and kicked the other. But then also, for some reason, a stream came down his eyes.

He turned and looked in Xara\'s direction. She was also busy dealing with the goblins along with a minotaur.

Favian\'s lips curled upward as a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then he turned back. The goblins started climbing over each others\' shoulders to reach his height.

He moved the dagger left and right, slashing and stabbing the goblins. But he was also being gushed on the feet by the goblins, he wasn\'t in a condition where he could hold out any longer, but he didn\'t have any way to get out.

If he ran away, then the number of goblins Xara and Spene had to fight would increase—they both were already fending off 300 of them.

Finally, his legs gave up as they were chopped off by the goblins. He kept stabbing the air but now, his dagger reached no one.

He fell to the ground and was soon covered by the horde of bloodthirsty goblins. They climbed all over his body and with each passing second, a blade stabbed Favain\'s body.

His intestines were pulled out, his body was painted crimson. His eyes shed the last bit of tears before they were gouged out. But the smile he had on his face never faded no matter what the goblins did.

\'Goodbye, Xara…I wasn\'t able to ever say this but…I really love you, and I always will.\'