Reincarnated As A Dragon With Cheats-Chapter 19: Graveyard Of Memories(2)

Chapter 19: Graveyard Of Memories(2)

Nightstone walked closer with her large eyes fixed ahead.

"Hehe, so Master, let me introduce you."

She pointed at the graves from which white bubbles were forming.

"They are Gravers."

As if Pebbles could not read the floating words above them.

[Gravers]

"Right..."

But he could not help his eyes twitching. That was because the so called Gravers closely resembled ghosts.

The white bubbles had a certain shape. They had small arms with no hands or fingers, large bubbly eyes, and a mouth.

He could almost see something inside their mouths.

Something red.

Tongues.

Moreover, they seemingly lacked noses.

Pebbles felt they were quite cartoonish, but at the same time, he felt a cold, chilling energy that made him uncomfortable.

"So, they are not ghosts?"

Nightstone shook her head as fast as she could. "Nope."

"I see. Then what are they?"

"Gravers." She repeated herself as if Pebbles had not heard her the first time.

"Yeah, I know that. But what are they? Animals? Um, some race?"

"They are just Gravers."

"..."

Okay, Pebbles had enough.

He turned toward the source called Gravers and asked them directly, "What are you?"

There were many of them, and they watched Pebbles with curious intent. Not all, but some.

Others gathered away from him. Pebbles could faintly see, thanks to the mist clearing and the visibility improving, that they had gathered at the farthest end of the floor.

Some seemed shy to reply. They had stoic expressions.

While three in particular seemed extremely extroverted.

To Pebbles, it almost seemed as if these three were competing with each other to reply.

"Huff. We are spirits," said the one who stood in front of the rest.

He seemed a bit different. He had a little hat sitting on his head. A brown hat, like the ones cowboys wear.

"Soups we are," said another. This one was the fattest among the three.

"You donkey, it is souls," the third one corrected.

The third looked similar to most of the others and would be hard to distinguish, except for the sunglasses.

Pebbles considered them clowns.

He almost gave out an internal chuckle when he heard their further conversation.

"I am not donkey! I am soup!"

"You idiot! Soup is something we drink!"

"Do not lie, we do not drink anything."

"Arrrghh!"

Pebbles could almost see the Graver with sunglasses trying to pluck makeshift hairs from his head.

He looked at the one with the hat, who seemed a bit intelligent and free from the quarrel.

"Ahem, so you are spirits? Like, what spirits?"

It did not respond immediately. It simply gave a weird small smile and then said, "Forget about that. Why do you not come and enjoy a feast with us?"

This piqued Pebbles’ attention.

"Feast?"

"FEAST!" The fat Graver moved up, almost touching the ceiling, and then fell back down.

"Come, stranger! Come feast!"

Its small right hand elongated and grabbed hold of Pebbles’ left hand.

"Huh?"

Before Pebbles could even realize what was happening, the Graver pulled him hard.

The Graver flew with ease, but Pebbles had to keep up by running just as fast.

Ding!

[You have used the skill Run Lv.2]

Within a few seconds, they arrived at an area that was more illuminated.

There were glowing crystals in the ceiling, but most of the light came from the candles nearby. The candles burned with blue flames.

As Pebbles paused and turned around, he noticed Nightstone had followed, but the other two Gravers remained at their original positions, though they were facing him.

They had weird expressions that Pebbles could not describe at the time. Maybe awe, confusion, or bizarre puzzlement.

They seemed lost in their own thoughts until the fat Graver waved his hands and called out to them.

"Y yeah! Coming!"

They rushed over quickly.

Weirdly enough, many other Gravers rushed in too, but they never came too close.

Pebbles stood at the center, staring at a strange clay pot in front of him.

The pot was suspended by two sticks, and beneath it burned blue flames.

A strong aroma came from within the pot, though it was partly concealed by the pungent smell in the air.

If one did not approach closely, even the delicious meat like scent would fade.

"Is this the feast you were talking about?" Pebbles asked the fat one matter of factly.

The fat Graver bobbed up to the ceiling and back down again as he said, "Yes! Special meat!"

Pebbles gave a faint chuckle as he felt his stomach growl.

He was a growing young dragon, so he needed as much good food as possible. And if he were invited, why would he refuse?

Except, he was still suspicious.

They were monsters. While they looked somewhat cute and capable of conversation, that did not mean they were not planning something notorious.

Pebbles looked at them with a smiling expression as he thought about it when suddenly, he heard another voice.

"H help me..."

"...?"

Pebbles quickly turned his head.

His gaze landed on the clay pot.

Clearly, the voice had come from inside it.

Ding!

[You have used the skill Run Lv.2]

He instantly vanished and appeared right beside the pot.

The intense heat from the flames almost made him flinch.

But he forced himself to jump and look inside.

And when he did...

He froze.

At the peak of his jump, when he looked down, he saw a small human girl inside.

She was submerged in a thick, murky liquid that had already dissolved most of her body.

Her skin was peeling away in layers, sliding off like wet paper.

Parts of her arms had turned raw and crimson, the flesh beneath exposed and bubbling.

One side of her face had melted unevenly, revealing teeth through torn cheek muscle.

Her hair floated around her in clumps, strands detaching and drifting like dead weeds.

Her lips trembled.

One eye was gone.

The other rolled weakly upward.

Her fingers, what remained of them, twitched as bone slowly surfaced through thinning flesh.

The liquid hissed softly wherever it touched her wounds, as if savoring the process.

Her small mouth opened again.

"H-help..."

A chunk of softened flesh slipped from her shoulder and dissolved completely.

The smell hit Pebbles then.

It was not some random meat.

It was boiling human flesh.

The Fat Graver joined him and looked at him curiously as Pebbles landed back on his feet.

"Delicous meat. Would you like to try second?"

He was assuming he’d go first.

Pebbles stared at him, dead in the eyes, as he said, "No. I’ll go first."

Nightstone added, "Don’t leave me out, hehe."

All while a soft voice was still heard...

"Help..."

"..."