I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Emily looked down and said nervously, "I think I stepped on something." She had indeed stepped on something, triggering a mechanism under her foot.

"There’s a trap here, be careful!" While Emily was still trying to figure out what happened, Frank bent down and examined the mechanism Emily had stepped on.

After 4 hours, the group had made significant progress through the forest, and the fact that they hadn’t encountered any traps so far was good news. However, the sudden appearance of this mechanism suggested that something was definitely here.

Night had already fallen, and Frank took a closer look to see better. After 10 minutes, he leaned back and relaxed.

George, concerned for his sister, looked at Frank. "Grandpa, it’s not dangerous, is it?"

As Simon and Emily waited anxiously, Frank finally delivered good news. "We’re lucky. This mechanism is old and probably lost its function. You can lift your foot."

Emily listened to Frank, and with trust in her grandfather, she slowly lifted her foot. Fortunately, the trap didn’t activate. She exhaled deeply, regaining her composure.

"Watch your steps from now on. There might still be functional traps ahead."

The group quickly nodded, knowing that dying recklessly was a bad idea. After the tension eased a bit, Simon spoke up. "Let’s go, but in a single file."

"I’ll go first. Follow me."

As Frank moved forward, George handed him the torch he was holding. Frank took the torch and led the way.

After two hours of walking, the group arrived at a cemetery. It looked old and dirty. The tombstones were broken and stained, and an ominous atmosphere surrounded the place.

Simon’s spine tingled as he wondered, "Could there be ghosts here?" and he became tense. Frank’s eyes scanned the area cautiously as they walked along the cemetery path, checking for anything unusual.

"This place looks really dangerous," George said as he walked carefully with Emily along the muddy path.

After ten minutes of exploration, they reached an old cabin. It was made of stone and appeared to have collapsed over time. Frank stepped inside and looked around carefully.

"There should be a clue here, but it’s been abandoned for a long time and far from any human settlements. We shouldn’t get our hopes up."

"I think we should go back. There’s nothing else here." George wandered around, examining some old books with a bored expression.

"No, we should investigate further," Frank said as he looked around, addressing George. "There’s something hidden here."

"Frank! There’s someone here!" Simon exclaimed as he looked out the door and saw a figure dressed like a gravedigger. The man’s face was turned toward the graves, and Simon could only see his back.

"Hello! You there!" Simon called out as he approached the man, with the others following behind. The man didn’t respond to Simon’s call and simply stood in place.

"Simon, I advise you to stop," Frank said.

Simon turned to Frank, confused. "Why?"

"Because of this."

In an instant, Frank leaped forward and swung his staff with all his might, striking the man in the back and sending him crashing to the ground.

"Frank, what are you doing?! Are you crazy?" Simon, concerned for the man on the ground, was shocked by Frank’s serious expression.

"Look around."

"What?"

As Simon looked around, he suddenly froze. Numerous red, glowing eyes were watching him menacingly. He took a step back.

As Emily and George readied their weapons, Simon quickly drew his sword. "What do we do?"

Though he tried to stay calm, sweat had already started to form on his back from the tension. Frank observed the surroundings, remaining calm compared to the others. "Let’s get out of here quickly."

As soon as Frank gave the word, they hurriedly left, but skeletons began to rise from the graves, chasing them. Though some stumbled to the ground, they didn’t seem very intelligent.

However, they were many—around 2,000 skeletons. Even if the group had the strength to defeat them all, they were still human. Once they got tired, the skeletons would overwhelm them.

"Come on, come on!" Emily cut down the skeletons in front of them with her bow, while George swung his axe with fury. Simon, meanwhile, charged forward, knocking aside any skeletons in his way to clear the path.

"There are too many of them!"

As the group was encircled, the skeletons kept coming, mindlessly attacking without hesitation.

Fighting with concern, George’s eyes narrowed in anger. With a single swing of his axe, he obliterated dozens of skeletons. "We can’t escape!"

At that moment, Frank knelt down, examining the ground. His eyes lit up as he realized something. "George! Hit the ground with all your strength!"

"What?" George asked while slashing through the skeletons. Frank shouted angrily, "I said hit the ground with everything you’ve got!"

"Alright!"

After pushing back the skeletons around him, George lifted his axe. Just as one skeleton was about to strike him, an arrow shattered its head.

"Do what Grandpa says, now! Hurry!"

"I’m doing it, I’m doing it!"

With a roar, George slammed his axe into the ground with all his might. Contrary to what he expected, the ground offered no resistance and cracked, causing the entire group to fall through.

"Ahhhhhh!" Simon screamed, unable to comprehend what was happening, while Emily clutched her bow tightly. George, falling in the lead, had a look of panic on his face.

As the group fell, skeletons and all, they landed inside a tunnel beneath the cracked earth. The corpses of long-dead people lay scattered everywhere.

The source of light came from torches lining the walls.

Fortunately, the fall hadn’t been too deep, and George’s strike had cracked the earth just enough to drop them into this tunnel.

"Everyone, get up, now!" Frank shouted. Unlike the group, the skeletons weren’t so lucky; they shattered upon impact, while the group escaped with only a few bruises.

"Follow me!" Hearing Frank, everyone quickly got up, ignoring their pain, and started running. After ten minutes of sprinting, they came upon an iron door.

"George! Break this door down!"

"I can’t!"

"What?!" Emily shouted in exhaustion. George immediately pointed to his axe. It was completely cracked and shattered. A trace of regret crossed George’s face. "The axe broke! It’s useless now!"

While they stood in panic, Simon glanced at his new sword. Then, with a burst of courage, he stepped forward. "Leave it to me!"

Emily and George stepped back, watching Simon closely. The skeletons’ clattering echoed closer—they had about a minute left.

Simon raised his sword, feeling the mana flow through his body as Seth had taught him. As the mana surged, Simon grinned. His sword began to faintly glow as his muscles tensed.

Using all the potential stored in his body, Simon powered his swing from his shoulders and hips, roaring as he slashed the iron door. It was a clumsy strike but a powerful one.

"Wow..." Emily’s eyes widened in admiration at the display, while Frank let out an approving hum. "Let’s not wait any longer."

They quickly rushed through the iron door. To prevent the skeletons from following, they used the iron door as a barricade.

Half an hour later, after running non-stop, they finally came to a halt, gasping for breath. George sat on the ground, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Those bastards are finally gone."

Disgust flickered across Emily’s lips as her eyes roamed over her dirty clothes in disgust. "I need to get new clothes."

"Let’s get out of here first; then we can do whatever you want," Simon sighed, his eyes showing fatigue but also a glimmer of pride.

Despite being the oldest, Frank was the only one not sweating. Simon noticed this and glanced at him. "How are you still more resilient than us at 260 years old? How is that even possible?"

"We Druids don’t have sweat glands like humans," Frank explained calmly. "Even when we’re tired, it’s impossible for us to sweat because we’re a race immune to heat."

"Druids are also a cousin race to the Elves, and our skin is very durable and healthy. We rarely get sick and are incredibly resilient."

"This is something to be very envious of," Simon said, looking around. Afterward, no one continued speaking, and they started checking their surroundings.

"This place is big," Emily said. "We probably found a hidden sanctuary."

Frank nodded in agreement. "The historical texts said the Lich made great use of underground lairs. It was likely true, considering we’re here."

George touched the crumbling walls, his eyes scanning the area. "It must have taken a hundred years to build this place. Even after all these years, it’s still intact."

"Yes," Frank remarked calmly. He looked at George. "After all, he had immortal workers with limitless endurance. But it didn’t stop there. Blacksmiths, engineers, architects..."

"Since the undead are still here, something must be off. Don’t you think it’s strange, Frank?" Simon interjected, a hint of worry in his eyes. "The Lich died a long time ago. Centuries have passed, so the forest should be full of life energy, but what we’re facing feels like a place about to wither."

"Maybe the Lich didn’t die and has been hiding?"

"Impossible," Frank frowned, confident the Lich was dead. "If the Lich were alive, the Church wouldn’t have overlooked it. They would have eliminated him immediately."

"But it doesn’t explain the strange atmosphere in this forest."

Emily glanced around thoughtfully. "We’ll probably find out soon..."

"You’re right," Frank said. "At the end of this place, we’ll find the answers. Let’s move on."

"Yes."

After a long walk, the group reached a massive door. Seeing the huge metal door, Frank examined it closely. "There must be something behind here. I can feel its mana from this distance."

"Like what?" George asked curiously. Even though he had lost his axe, his fists were still strong. Frank looked at him with a warning in his eyes. "Keep your discipline, boy. You could die."

Feeling Frank’s stern gaze, George wiped the grin off his face, straightened up, and quickly nodded. Meanwhile, Emily felt uneasy about passing through the door.

"I think we should turn back."

"We can’t turn back, the skeletons have probably filled that area by now."

"Then what do we do?"

Simon sighed and looked at Emily, who seemed helpless. "I don’t know."

After a moment of silence, Frank decided to speak. "We’re going in. This is our only way out."

As everyone prepared, they rested for ten minutes before pushing the large door open.

The first thing they noticed was that the area beyond had better lighting. The walls were adorned with some paintings, and the place was enormous.

"To see humans after all these years... How delightful."

When a voice echoed around them, everyone tensed up, looking around in confusion. Frank stepped forward, gripping his staff tightly, carefully scanning the area. "Who are you!"

"Who am I? Well, since you’re so eager to know, I’ll allow you to learn my name. Be honored, lower life forms! I am the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table, the slayer of King Arthur! The rightful and newest Emperor of Albion! The great Mordred Pendragon!"

For a moment, everyone froze, and a strange, high-pitched sound filled the silence. "Now, bow before me, and I might spare you! Lower life forms!"

"Ghahahhaa! Is this voice serious!? Ghhaha, I can’t even speak from laughing!" George laughed, clutching his stomach. Not just George, but Emily also burst into laughter.

Simon tried to maintain his seriousness but failed. Was this guy really the Lich? Instead of sounding like a Lich, he was speaking like a 12-year-old child.

"You—you—you! How dare you! Laughing at me is a sin!"

While the others couldn’t stop laughing, Frank was dead serious. The mention of the Pendragon name had struck him like never before. He swung his staff sharply, hitting George in the stomach.

"Oww..." George groaned, his laughter cut short. Frank narrowed his eyes angrily. "What are you doing?! Do you want to make him angrier?"

"Ah—right, right!" Simon quickly coughed and composed himself. Emily also stopped laughing. But it was too late. As the voice continued to mutter, the walls started to shake as if they were about to collapse.

"Fenris! Kill them!"

As the arrogant voice echoed one last time in a furious and crazed tone, something shocking happened that made everyone’s eyes widen.

The side of the great hall cracked open, and from it emerged a massive, skeletal beast—more precisely, a dragon. An undead dragon.

"That’s a dragon!" Emily said in fear, her eyes darting around in search of a solution, but to no avail.

"Go that way!" Simon shouted, pointing to two separate doors ahead. They immediately began running toward the doors.

"Grahhhhahah!!" The dragon roared, causing the hall to shake as if it was on the verge of collapse. Frank shouted, "Split up! It can’t follow all of us at once!"

Nodding, George and Emily ran to one door while Frank and Simon went to the other. The dragon seemed unsure of which to follow.

The arrogant voice echoed once more, still angry but now calmer. "Wait, I don’t want to kill them anymore. I want to torture them, Fenris."

"For now, I’ll play with them. Let’s see how they survive..."

The arrogant voice laughed wickedly, then cut its connection with the undead dragon.