Reborn As A Bastard Child: Woah! I'm Super Overpowered-Chapter 32: THE RIGHT HALL

(1st person/Raven POV)

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I was back to square one.

That is, I was back at the fork on the murky path which worked as the effective entrance of the dungeon.

And I did not get any reward for clearing out that previous room.

Ugh! I feel really stupid now, maybe I should have taken the textbook path and do what those heroes did?

Oh well who cares! Let bygones be bygones.

Plus when have I ever followed the textbook way anyways?

Not in this life, not in the previous.

Oh right. There has been some changes in the intersection now.

It is not an intersection anymore. It's simply a one-way straight road sharply bent to the right.

The path I previously had taken is nowhere to be found.

Groaning, I spread out my perception, trying to sense the presence of any living creature. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately I don't know, I find no such thing.

Relaxed, I step into the right hall.

Okay, first let me describe what I saw. Then I'll tell you what happened thereafter.

The hall, in one word, was breathtakingly stunning.

High arched domed ceiling, with numerous lit lanterns hanging from it, suffusing the room with a pale golden glow.

The floor, walls, ceiling – everything is in a shade of royal blue, with frost the colour of the sky of early autumn1 clinging to it. Snowflakes beneath my boots crunch and scatter into a thousand pieces as I make my way to the centre of the room, where there is a box resembling a coffin is laid, its colour sapphire, with gold lines running along its edges, the lanterns casting sad little golden patterns on it.

(Author's Note: Autumn in India is divided into two halves, early autumn is the season right after the monsoon rains cease, with cobalt skies dotted with fluffy white clouds, fields gleaming with golden harvest and the biggest and most glamorous festival of the country – The Navaratri, celebrated in every corner of India in various forms, and late autumn is what the Americans describe as The Fall)

The coffin didn't have a lid, making it very easy for me to see what is inside as soon as I came up beside it.

Inside the coffin lay a man, his hair matted, the colour indecipherable. His gaunt face was marred by innumerable scars, making it impossible to recognise the sharp features he once possessed. The shoulders narrow, his arms all skin and bones and his frame thin and reedy.

To me it seemed that this person did not belong in the room, he just did not fit in.

Suddenly, to my absolute shock and horror, his eyes snapped open. Those mismatched irises just like my own held my startled gaze like that of a predator eyeing its prey, gleaming brightly with a sickly pallor.

A gurgle escaped his throat, and I felt the air around me get heavier.

A chill ran down my spine and I involuntarily took two steps backward, instantly meeting a stone cold resistance.

Since when did the walls of the hall move forward this much?

And where the heck is the door I just walked through?

Now was not the time to try and find the answer to these questions.

I had to decide my next course of action, and I had to do it fast.

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