And when the idea of taking the sword out of the inventory crossed his mind, it disappeared from the slot on the screen before him, and strange particles began to gather around his hand.
The particles were small and glowing, blue in color, and shaped like tiny squares, looking mesmerizing from his point of view.
And just like that, out of nothing and in a magical way, a double-edged sword of medium length appeared in his hand.
The hilt of the sword was made of brown wood, yet it felt comfortable in his grip.
The sword itself was made of black steel, its tip pointed and seemingly extremely sharp.
"Wow! This is the first time in my life I've ever held a sword, it looks strong, and it fits me perfectly, as if it was made just for me."
Raven swung it easily through the air, admiring the weapon he had obtained.
After finishing admiring it, he turned his gaze toward the floating screen before him again and focused on the slot that contained a circular green stone.
Just as before, it appeared in his empty hand out of nowhere, and he was able to see the stone up close.
This stone contained an emerald or a diamond in its center, making it look very elegant and expensive.
"If I get out of here, I can sell it for a huge price."
"Focus on the part 'if you get out of here.'"
Mor shattered Raven's dreams of wealth with ease, standing a short distance away, his expression mocking, with a wide grin spreading across his lips.
"Damn you, you bastard!"
Raven raised his middle finger toward Mor, ignored him afterward, and returned the stone into his inventory just by thinking about it— it vanished from his hand as it had appeared, and its image returned to one of the inventory slots.
Now, Raven stood alone in that damp room.
Holding the new sword he had obtained, and the only thing preventing the monsters outside from attacking him was the large round rock he had rolled to block the entrance.
"How strange, it's as if this place wanted me to reach this exact moment, prepared with a proper weapon, waiting for me to do what's obvious."
"And what's with that gloomy face? Shouldn't you be happy? You're about to get a chance to stay alive and continue your rosy, beautiful life. You should be grateful to whoever—or whatever—brought you here."
Mor leaned against the rock that blocked the entrance, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as he spoke those words calmly.
"And why should I be grateful? They're the reason I'm in this situation to begin with—this is the least that should happen."
Raven shrugged indifferently and took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he would do next.
"Hahahahaha, looks like you're finally starting to think with that fossilized brain of yours. I like you better now."
Mor suddenly vanished from the place, leaving behind only the fading echo of his laughter reverberating through the chamber.
Raven didn't care about his disappearance, as he was used to it—Mor was part of his soul after all and could enter his body whenever he wished.
He walked steadily toward the rock, gripping his sword tightly in his right hand.
The sounds from behind it had already disappeared some time ago—it seemed the monsters had moved away after failing to catch their prey and returned to whatever they normally did.
Still, he didn't lower his guard; he had no idea what those creatures were and suspected this might be a trick to lure him out.
So, he began to push the large rock aside to move it away from the entrance.
When he got close enough, he noticed what looked like a rail or something similar beneath the rock, restricting its movement range—this explained why the monsters couldn't push it forward.
"Heh, everything here is so precisely arranged. Do you all really want me to stay alive that badly?"
Unfortunately, there was no one to answer his questions.
So, he did the only thing he could do now.
He started rolling the huge stone slowly while peering through the narrow gap that formed, scanning outside for any signs of monsters waiting for him.
Seeing nothing, he pushed the rock just enough to allow his body to pass through, leaving space to close it quickly if needed.
He took one of the torches from the wall with his free hand and slipped through the opening.
Thus, he was now outside the safe room, walking through the dark cave with a single torch lighting his path.
He kept walking for several minutes, eyes carefully scanning his surroundings— even the sound of a single rock shifting was enough to make him stop until he was sure it was safe to move again.
It seemed the monsters had indeed left the cave, as Raven reached the cave entrance without encountering a single one.
But, when his foot stepped outside onto the ground, he saw it.
One of those disgusting creatures—standing a short distance away, its fiery blue eyes glowing, white hair thin and ragged, and blue cracked skin.
It held a sword that looked well-worn from long use and a battered shield that only covered a few parts of its body.
The creature didn't seem to notice Raven, standing still in place like a statue.
Raven tightened his grip on the sword and quietly placed the torch on the ground so as not to draw attention.
"Come on, why so tense? It's not like it's your first time fighting."
"It's been four years since the last time I fought, Mor."
"Doesn't matter."
When Raven noticed Mor had gone silent, he nodded and refocused his attention on the still creature ahead.
He began to approach slowly, stepping carefully so as not to make a sound that could alert it.
He intended to take it down with a single strike from behind and end it there.
Soon, he was about two meters away from the creature, which still hadn't noticed him.
Raven raised his sword high—then brought it down swiftly toward the monster.
Whoosh!
The swing carried all his strength, slicing through the air with a faint sound.
When the sword was just inches away from the monster's head, it suddenly turned around— but it was already too late, the sword had arrived.
Shhhhk!
The blade struck the monster's head precisely—there was no resistance, cutting through it like butter, not stopping until it reached the creature's mid-chest.
Raven quickly pulled his sword out and stepped back several paces.
But the strike was enough—the monster collapsed immediately to the ground, lifeless, allowing Raven to relax slightly.
Just as he moved closer to confirm the kill, something strange happened.
The creature's body, starting from its feet up to its head, began turning into something like ash.
Its remains disintegrated completely into the air, leaving nothing behind—
As if there had never been a corpse there to begin with.