The Necromancer (3)

I had managed to find the necromancer's location, but what came next was the problem. More precisely, the problem was the path to where the necromancer was. As befitting an adult game, it was full of all sorts of traps, and the monsters were a problem too.

I can understand there being monsters, but why on earth are there traps? And not ordinary traps, either—they were custom traps packed with the necromancer's tastes, which made them even more disgusting to look at.

I may be Lumia right now, but I don't want to watch Lumia fall into one of those traps.

That vile developer bastard..

Even in the game, as if begging players to please watch Lumia's humiliation scenes, the developer had made the rope borrowed from the village chief rotten so that it would snap easily, which made the developer even more vile. It was a perfect display of the developer's twisted affection for Lumia.

Since the Hero was a regressor, all I could do for now was trust him to handle things.

If these were traps where falling in meant serious trouble, I could understand, but most of them did things that were difficult to describe, which made me needlessly afraid. I'd never even done such things myself, let alone been subjected to them by a trap, so it was even more frightening.

All this time, while living in Lumia's body, I hadn't touched my own body even once. If I ever touched it, I wanted to be the one doing it myself; I didn't want to be forced to feel things after getting caught in one of those traps.

“Something.. doesn't feel right..”

The Hero muttered that as he stared down at the rope...