The Master of Uradan - Chapter 122

Rohan approached the main building. There was only one door, and it was far from the big mansions Rohan had seen here and there. It wasn’t big, but for someone to build it inside this forest, as well as this whole village, they were either crazy or as lost as Rohan.

The door wasn’t locked, and in fact, along with the other doors he had seen on the other houses he had visited, there wasn’t anything to lock the doors. The wooden door squeaked as the sun once again entered the house. Rohan advanced his foot and walked inside.

He passed through the doorstep and his right foot landed on the floor. The instant his foot touched the wooden flooring, his expression fell. An unbearable power crushed on his shoulder. His body crashed down, and his chest encountered the ground while his head violently collided with it.

Rohan groaned as he tried to get up but he felt as if a herd of karags had suddenly jumped on his back to sleep. He couldn’t stand up. His bones creaked under the mighty pressure.

“Shitty luck.” Rohan cursed through his teeth as he put all the strength he had to push him out of the floor, but even trying to move his head away from it required more energy than he had believed.

His body slowly rose. Forcing his body to get up and making his hands leave contact with the floor was terribly difficult, but Rohan wouldn’t give up there. Soon, his appearance was the same as an old grandpa with a hunched back, and without trying to turn around, he slowly retreated one step after another.

As he had simply walked forward without waiting for a magnet to make him crash on the ground, he hadn’t taken any precaution to enter. Because of the momentum, all his body was inside the house. Rohan used every muscle and pushed in the same direction.

Bit by bit, his feet found themselves out of the doorstep, and the moment they touched the grass exterior at the house, Rohan sensed the pressure lifting immediately.

Under extreme effort and pathetic movement to move back, Rohan had finally gotten himself out of the house after long and terrifying seconds. He stood on his shaking legs as sweat had drenched his body from all over.

He panted as he stared with shock at this wooden house. The entrance plunged into the dark was in full sight. It was nothing else but the lambda hall that could be found in any house out there, with wooden furniture and nothing else. What was this place? Rohan felt his mind crack. He should be the most unlucky warrior on the continent at this point.

He stepped back and turned around to leave this damn village. Who knows, there might be a ghost that night or some monsters that would pounce on him at any moment. He decisively headed for the entrance of the village, but the more he advanced, the more he was slowing down.

This house made him scared for his life. But there should be an item or something that made this pressure exercise its might. He stopped. Since he had been traveling around, fleeing for his life after the war, he had encountered another part of himself.

Maybe he had read too many stories.

He turned around once again and headed to the large house. He put down his bag on the ground and took out a pebble. For a second time, he stood in front of the house. His expression was solemn, but there was also a strange glint inside his eyes.

He crouched down, and after widening his eyes to not miss everything, he passed his hand through the doorstep. His right hand holding the small stone hovered there, without any pressure. He lowered his body until his belly touched the ground, and he carefully posed his hand on the wooden floor.

The moment his fingers touched, a mighty pressure appeared from nowhere and fell down on his hand. Rohan gritted his teeth and pushed with all his strength to lift his hand, but even his force of a rank 5 Beginner Warrior was far from being enough. His hand left the floor and stood there, shaking under Rohan’s control.

His eyes began even more serious. He used Strengthened Blow. Mana flowed inside his arm as a terrifying force shook his limb. However, even with a strength that was enough to lift the whole building, the pressure was still there, only a bit more bearable for the young warrior.

The skill ended as the mana and strength faded away. This pressure acted again on the powerless limb and attracted it toward the floor, and even with his strength, it didn’t remove at all the power acting there. The pressure was still too much for his body, and this no matter how much strength he used. Rohan frowned. He allowed the intangible power to make his hand crushed down, and while getting it back, he left the small stone there.

After the hand was out of the house, the pressure naturally vanished. Rohan took out his dagger, and without touching the floor, he tried to bring back the stone with the blade.

A light ting echoed as the iron connected to the stone, which was easily moving. Rohan had no difficulty bringing back the pebble. The pressure only acted on his body once it touched the floor. Even when the tip of the sword touched it, there was no problem, so why was there pressure when it was his shoes that entered in contact with the floor earlier?

Many questions entered Rohan’s mind as he tried to understand the situation. Finally, he couldn’t restrain his curiosity. Whatever item there was in this house that necessitated such pressure would be far from being normal.

And apart from this pressure, there didn’t seem to be anything else. At least, no person or beast had suddenly attacked him out of the blue, so it was a good sign.

Rohan took out his sword, posed it on the side, and only kept the light clothes on him. His plan was ridiculous, but luckily he was alone in this godforsaken place. Thus, no one would be able to see how pathetic he would be.

And even if people saw him, if he discovered a magical item or something like that, he wouldn’t care about it. Only the shameless could have richness.

After Rohan passed five minutes to try cheering and giving himself good reasons to continue, he stood up from the ground. He took a deep breath, and after sharpening his mind, he advanced forward.

Rohan was waiting for it, but the moment the pressure descended against his poor mortal body, his head nearly smashed the floor. All his body became immediately stiff as if he was back inside the freezing lake. But for the sake of discovery, Rohan bore the strength.

He crawled forward, and fully entered the house. As he had first seen, the hall was nothing more than normal, and Rohan quickly crawled toward the backdoor. He was paying attention to the power restraining his body each time he was advancing.

Rohan was reckless enough to enter, but not foolish at the point of discarding his life. If he felt the pressure increase at any point, he would go back immediately.

That way, a young man searched the place, with his body resembling the one of an extremely old man moving a step after another one.