The Original Crestfallen Guy

"I haven't seen newcomers like you in a long time."

"People actually still come here for that impossible mission. You'd be much better off staying honestly in the Northern Undead Asylum."

"And stop dancing around like idiots."

The man, who looked crestfallen from head to toe, spoke to the group.

Beyond the dejection in his voice, there seemed to be a faint trace of mockery.

It was impossible to tell whether he was mocking himself or the people before him.

"Hewei, I really don't like this guy's tone. Can I beat him up?"

"He's just an afterimage in the dungeon. Try to put up with him."

Hewei briefly restrained his rather hot-tempered companion and looked the man over again. The man's equipment looked utterly ordinary, and there was no telling how strong he was. Still, when everyone had dragged him up to sing and dance, he had not resisted. Maybe he simply lacked the strength to resist?

Or perhaps he had given up trying to communicate with oddballs like the Starfire Knights.

An air of world-weariness emanated from him. If people were compared to campfires, then this man's flame had already gone out, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ashes. It would probably be difficult for it to burn again.

This man had lost all faith in life.

"Hm?"

Hewei suddenly thought of something, and his expression turned strange. Why did the temperament of the man before him feel inexplicably similar to another afterimage in Sain Underground City?

The fugitive Hawkwood, one of the former members of the Undead Legion of Farron.

That guy also radiated a crestfallen, negative aura and used his words to discourage any adventurers he encountered. Many adventurers disliked him because of it. However, it was said that he had fought quite bravely when aiding