Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 69: Pallor Mortis

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The days passed like a breeze as Wilhelm and the other students of the Siegfried Class focused on constructing their respective Spell Constructs. Wilhelm began to madly condense the Frost Core, forgoing even sleep in the process. At last, after two weeks of cultivation, he would succeed. "You're done?" Hot Pot asked blandly. "What.." Wilhelm, who was cultivating in his room, suddenly flinched and saw Hot Pot looking at him without a hint of interest. "I asked if you're done?" Hot Pot repeated, causing further confusion to appear on Wilhelm's face. "I mean the Frost Core—its first layer has formed, yes?" Hot Pot asked more coherently this time. "How did y—" Wilhelm was initially surprised, struggling to form coherent sentences due to the immense shock. Hot Pot frowned, causing Wilhelm to fall silent and only nod. "Alright, the first core should represent 20% of attunement, making you a 1st Grade True Wizard." Hot Pot's frown vanished as he grabbed Wilhelm's shoulders. To Wilhelm, the touch felt light and almost weightless, causing him to grow a bit more apprehensive, though he didn't let it show on his face. "I'll give you a choice: do you want to run through a dungeon? As it is your first time, you will be safeguarded from threats that may result in your death, and you'll be allowed to test your combat abilities," Hot Pot proposed. Wilhelm was about to refuse when he added, "You'll likely get only a single shot at this, as by the time you've recovered from the run, the others will have formed their Spell Constructs, leading to the commencement of the Combat Classes. Then a long time would go by without a dungeon run. Can you accept that?" Seeing that Wilhelm was silent, Hot Pot turned to leave. "Wait! I'll do it! I'll run through the dungeon!" Wilhelmcsuddenly answered, causing Hot Pot to pause and, without turning, nodded. "Alright, let's start." Wilhelm was confused at first before he realized where they were. It was a humongous hall with several doors lined up sideways in varying colors. "This is the Dungeon Observatory, with the doors being gates to the dungeons," Wilhelm quietly took in the sight of the hundreds of thousands of doors. "Who the hell have you brought here?" a hoarse voice shouted from somewhere, causing Wilhelm to flinch in surprise. "It's Wilhelm," Hot Pot replied. "Wilhelm? Wilhelm... Wilhelm!" The snappish voice repeated the name before it exclaimed. "Yes, Wilhelm," he nodded. "What have you brought him here for?" the voice asked. "He'll run through a dungeon as a reward for being the first True Wizard of the batch," Hot Pot answered. There was no reply, and silence reigned for a few moments. "All right! Which one?" the voice asked. "L-Scarlet-563." As he spoke, the sound of a door creaking echoed. "Done." In the next moment, both heand Wilhelm appeared before a slightly ajar door, seemingly made out of wood with a rough layer of scarlet paint. "Welcome to your first dungeon," Old Tallow's voice resounded in Wilhelm's ears. Wilhelm felt a slight push from behind, causing him to stumble forward. "Shit!" Wilhelm cursed, trying to regain his balance, but it was futile as he fell through the now fully open door. "Good luck," a voice whispered as Wilhelm's vision faded to the darkened corridor of the dungeon. Lesser Grade Dungeon - Type: Scarlet - The Den of Ichoric Wolves! "Are you sure about sending him to a Scarlet-type dungeon? Especially wolves?" Old Tallow asked Hot Pot. "The Council needs to see if he has any unexpected gifts to justify continued support for the project. And what better way to test that than a life-or-death experience? He also has that world of his, which I'm sure he'll use, and I'm here, so why fret?" Hot Pot replied in a monotone. "Weird," Old Tallow remarked. "Yeah, yeah, now let me watch," Hot Pot shooed him away. Wilhelm sat stunned and fearful as he heard distant growls. "They just pushed me!" Wilhelm panted uneasily. But instead of yelling to be let out, he stayed silent, liste