My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

This was a rule that everyone knew, and everyone did not want to experience themselves.

As careful as he was, Lucas did not expect that he would also be subjected to that rule.

Stepping inside or entering a gate voluntarily was already horrible enough for a person\'s mind; how much more if it was done forcefully and without preparation? Continue your saga on empire

Bleerrgh!

Lucas\'s slumped to the ground, weakness covering his whole body.

His brown iris had receded to the back of his head. He was wide awake, yet only the sclera was barely visible of his eyes—half covered by his trembling eyelids.

With his iris retreating to the back of his head, Lucas felt as if his whole world was spinning and was in a constant kaleidoscopic view.

Even though he was slumped to the ground with his back lying on the hard and rough gravel beneath him, Lucas still felt as if he was standing, sometimes falling, sometimes somersaulting, and sometimes rolling to the ground.

His worldview and vision were in a mess, to say the least.

He could not get a sense of what he was, where he was, or what was happening around him.

All he knew was that his world was spinning.

It was a plethora of vertigo assaulting his mind.

Sending nausea to the depths of his brain.

Although he did not experience being too drunk, he could guess that this must be what those alcoholic maniacs had experienced if they drank too much alcohol to the point of vomiting.

Bleerrgh!

Once again, Lucas subconsciously turned to the side, vomiting the disgusting liquids that he had been puking out since he was thrown out of the gate a few minutes earlier.

Only this time, there was only a miniscule amount of that liquid that he was able to extricate out of his stomach.

His stomach churned as he vomited once more, or at least tried to.

There was no liquid that escaped his mouth. Only empty air escaped out of his mouth; his throat choked as he struggled to breathe for a second.

It seems that wherever they came from, the miniscule amount he spat out earlier was the last of it.

On his side, though, was the disgusting puddle of vomit that he had gagged out since earlier.

\'Water… I need water!\'

Feeling the dryness of his lips and perhaps his whole mouth, Lucas felt a thirst that he had never experienced before.

Fortunately, along with the last bits of liquid he gagged out, the nausea he was feeling had finally run out as well—or at least beginning to.

A while later, Lucas finally managed to get a sense of his body.

Sitting up, he crawled a little bit to get away from the puddle of vomit on his side, afraid that he would gag and vomit once more if he saw those disgusting liquids.

Lucas allowed himself to lean on a tree as he opened the leather bag his father had given.

The bag, however, was already torn beyond recognition. He did not even have to use the zipper to access what was left inside, as there was already a huge hole at the back of it.

\'Damn it!\'

He cursed as he felt that nothing was left the moment he reached with his hand inside the bag.

He looked around and realized that his things were sprawled over to the ground a few yards away from him. It was then that he recalled that he was thrown out of the gate with a lot of force earlier. He then crashed to the ground and got his body dragged for a few meters due to the force.

The bag must have been damaged beyond recognition from that as well. He looked down and determined that the damage indeed resembled that of being scraped by the ground.

Aside from the things—mostly damaged—there was also a trail of blood that extended to where he was lying earlier.

Lucas inspected his body and then grimaced as he saw the abrasions on his arms and legs.

\'No wonder I feel sore all over…\'

He checked his entire body and realized that he was not severely wounded. At least, the most grievous wound he has was still the same wounds he received from the Shadow Lynx. The new ones were just bruises as well as the abrasions he received from the fall earlier.

There were violet and blue marks all around his body, though. They resemble twirling snakes that coiled around his body. Lucas sighed, knowing where exactly they came from.

Fortunately, there were no broken bones or broken parts around his body, so it sent solace to his grimacing soul, to say the least.

Lucas then summoned his grimoire and was relieved to see that Spot was still there. He did not check about his situation yet, though, as he still has more important things to do aside from that.

His throat has already begun to dry. Smelling the scent of his vomit still lingering inside his mouth did not help and instead just worsened his desire to search for water.

After resting for a bit, Lucas slowly stood up from the ground. Using a lot of effort, he slowly dragged his tired and injured body toward his scattered items.

His body swayed and staggered multiple times; the vertigo was still there, it seems. But compared to earlier, it was already manageable and mild.

He looked like a walking drunkard, though.

After searching around, he finally saw the water canteen that he had desperately searched for earlier.

After checking the canteen, Lucas was relieved upon seeing that it was still intact. There were some dents to it, and the cylindrical shape was already beyond the original. Still, the canteen felt heavy, so there must still be water left in it.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

He hopes so.

With the last bit of strength he had left, Lucas opened the can and felt a surge of delight as he saw the water swirling inside of it. He had never appreciated the value of water more than he did at that moment.

Knowing that he could not rush gurgling the water as he might suffocate, Lucas slowly put the mouth of the canteen on his lip and took a sip, one gulp at a time. He did not even care about the lingering taste in his mouth as he continued to drink more and more.

It took him a few sips before he satiated his thirst. In fact, he still wanted to drink more, but he decided against it knowing that water was a precious resource, especially in an unknown environment like this.

Being sent out of the dungeon forcefully at random was truly unpleasant, but what comes next was even more so.

Now that his thirst had been quenched, Lucas looked around and tried to determine his location. While doing so, he roamed around and collected some of the usable items he could find while tending to his wounds.

The abrasion around his arm was mild, to say the least. After putting disinfectant around the wounds and putting ointment around the bruises, Lucas wrapped the moderate one with his remaining bandages and used some torn clothes to wrap the rest.

As for the others, like minor scratches, he let them be for now, as he would look like a mummy if he wrapped his whole body with bandages. Leaving some areas uncovered also allowed him to move more freely without the wrappings restricting his movement.

After gathering what was left, Lucas put all the usable ones inside the bag and tied the huge opening with the web line he had left. Now, the leather backpack has become more like a leather drawstring bag.

The space inside the bag has reduced considerably, but it was enough for the remaining items he had left.

His shirt, as well as the shorts he was wearing, were now tattered with a lot of holes and torn that mostly came from when his body skidded over the ground earlier. The change of clothes he brought over was more or less damaged as well, and some of the usable parts were used to cover his wounds, akin to a makeshift bandage.

The thing that made him grimace, though, was the fact that there was actually a crack in the surface of his phone. He tried turning it on, but it was to no avail. The screen remained black and unresponsive. If it was already damaged beyond repair or not, Lucas did not know. Still, he decided to bring it along.

Even if it was already damaged beyond repair, he was still reluctant to leave it behind.

Not to mention the fact that this phone was a valuable gift to him by his parents. It was their blood and sweat that bought it, so he did not want to leave it behind just like that.

There was something that he purposely left behind, though.

It was the small bottle that he picked up when they killed the Cliff Borne Ram inside the cave.

He only realized it now, but it was possible that the bottle was the reason why he was still found in the end.

Or maybe he was just overthinking it, but it was still better to be safe.

Brining the bottle over has no purpose, as he had already determined what it was for. It was the only reason why he picked it up, and he somehow regretted that action of his.

If his suspicion was correct, then leaving the bottle behind would be a good idea. If his suspicions were not correct, then it does not matter either, as the bottle had no use for him.

After he was done, Lucas stood up and put the bag over his shoulder.

Since he could not determine where he was, the only option left for him was to explore on his own.