I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 131 Transformation

About a minute passed, and Lancelot stepped on the dark red liquid under his feet and walked all the way to the throne.

The pitch-black throne exuded a strange color, as if wrapped in a layer of unknown liquid, while reflecting the light of flames.

Behind the throne is a dark yellow brick wall with various indescribable patterns painted on it.

Various dark or shallow, straight or round lines are combined in a messy manner. It can't even be called a mural. It looks like the traces left after someone maliciously destroyed it.

Lancelot looked closely for a while, but couldn't tell what kind of pattern it was. Instead, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

The boy shook his head and decided to return his attention to the throne.

He swallowed and stretched out his right hand to touch the dark surface of the throne.

"hiss……"

In an instant, a biting coldness spread from his fingertips throughout his body, and the boy couldn't help but shudder.

【But there doesn’t seem to be any trap. 】

Lancelot pressed his hands on the armrests of the throne. Apart from the overwhelming chill, it was much safer than he expected.

The boy simply sat down, but before doing so, he put on a cold-resistant shield on himself.

【This chair is so hard.】

This is Lancelot's first feeling.

After sitting down, there is nothing else but relief from the pain of standing on your feet.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed. He originally thought that this was the throne of the evil god, and that he would be able to greatly increase various attribute gains by sitting on it.

Lancelot leaned against the throne and stared at the scene of the entire hall.

It was empty and silent except for the crackling sound of burning torches.

"Hiss."

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot's heart became extremely calm, and he began to think about the current situation.

I was training well in the gym, but somehow I was transported to this place where no one has shit. The whole area has an architectural style similar to that of ancient Rome.

【What the hell is this place?】

【Is it another brand new world, or just a copy of the original world? 】

[A place like a different space?]

This is the most fundamental question, but no one seems to be able to tell him the answer.

Bolu said that this was a death game, and that it had never appeared again since they parted ways in the Pasha Tavern.

【This bastard is so unreliable.】

Lancelot took another deep breath. In a completely unfamiliar environment, he had to control his emotions.

After all, if you are not careful, you may end up receiving the lunch box.

[And the self-proclaimed evil god Cazorla.]

[It disappeared for more than four years, but it happened to appear again in my dream after I traveled to this place.]

[No, it was after I swallowed the dragon crystal]

[So the dragon crystal has already taken effect? ​​】

Lancelot covered his head thinking of this pain, and an unbearable pain rushed straight into his brain.

——

Freeland, Castle in the Mountains.

Early the next morning, Lancelot slowly opened his eyes. Because the room was located in the basement, the surroundings were still dark.

【So thirsty.】

Lancelot sat up straight and immediately felt a soreness in his back. He tried to move his arms, but the soreness in his muscles became even stronger.

[What's going on? I obviously didn't exercise strenuously last night.] Lancelot frowned. He was sure that Harvey had used magic to eliminate fatigue after yesterday's training, and he was still fine before going to bed.

The boy shook his head and stretched out his right hand to fumble for something on the table.

"Hiss~" Lancelot lit a match, and the candlelight suddenly filled every corner of the room.

The boy came closer to the door. The door was locked, and it didn't look abnormal.

This can rule out the speculation that he was beaten while sleeping. Since no one has come in, where does this inexplicable soreness come from?

"Huh~" Lancelot breathed a long sigh of relief and endured the pain to put on his clothes. Harvey would not cancel today's training just because he felt unwell.

"Strange, why have the clothes become so tight?" Lancelot found that the size of his originally extremely loose linen clothes had become much smaller. He patted his face and tried to clear his mind.

"Crack!"

The door lock opened in response, and the boy opened the door and walked out.

Lancelot dragged his aching body through a dark corridor, and then walked up the narrow spiral stone staircase breathlessly step by step.

A minute later, Lancelot finally reached the ground. He walked through the hall of the castle and wanted to go to the well to wash up.

The two guards at the door looked at the boy with strange eyes, as if they saw a monster.

"Good morning!" Lancelot greeted the two lightly armored guards in a friendly manner.

However, they didn't react at all, and still stared at Lancelot with strange eyes.

[Are these two guys sick?] Lancelot staggered to the well. He looked at the mouth of the well. The water was at least ten meters deep.

Only then did the boy realize a serious problem. In his current state, there was no way he could lift the well water up with a wooden bucket.

However, there was still a little half of the well water in the bucket next to the well. Lancelot reached out to scoop out the scum on the surface, then took a handful of water with both hands and poured it on his face.

"Ah" Lancelot shook his hair and suddenly felt refreshed. Then the boy couldn't wait to drink a few mouthfuls of well water. Now he felt much better.

Looking at the remaining well water in the bucket, he decided to take a shower, which should make his mind clearer.

After a while, Lancelot finally finished his long wash and returned to the castle gate with wet silver hair.

"Dang!" Just when he was about to step into the door, two long swords crossed in front of him.

"I'm sorry, this is Lord Harvey's mansion and no one is allowed to enter." The guard standing on the left side of the gate said with an indifferent expression.

"Are you blind?" Lancelot suddenly froze on the spot and said in an unbelievable tone: "I am Lancelot, Lord Harvey's servant. I just came out of the castle."

"Huh?" The guard on the right side of the gate looked at Lancelot from head to toe with suspicious eyes, and shook his head at the other guard.

"I'm sorry, please leave."

"I want to see Lord Harvey!"

"roll."

"." Lancelot stood there awkwardly. He couldn't laugh or cry at this time. He looked at the guard and could tell that he was not joking.

Wait, eye level?

[There seems to be something wrong. I am only a little over 1.6 meters tall. How can I be at eye level with the guards who are over 1.8 meters tall? 】

[It can’t be that the guard turned into a dwarf, proving that he grew at least twenty centimeters overnight!]

[No wonder the guards couldn’t recognize me.]

At this moment, Lancelot's brain was running wildly, he quickly recalled everything that happened yesterday, and he immediately came up with the answer.

[Dragon crystal! Yes, it must have happened after eating that dragon crystal.] Lancelot suddenly understood.

(End of chapter)