The beak pierces through the right side of my chest and goes clean through. I cough a dark red ooze on its face as I feel my life slipping out. As the bird stands lifting me into the air, staring me down on the end of its beak, I see another window pop up saying.

  "Skill used

  Death-defying - prevents instant kill attack.

  Cool down seven days."

  I feel myself stop fading and am left with only the pain of a giant bird's beak in my chest. I try to yell as I attempt to push myself off of its beak, but I fail, and all that comes out is a weak gurgle. My throat is crushed, and my right lung is gone.

  With another chance at life, I use all my strength and slam my fist down on the bird's head. The whole body of the bird goes flying to the ground with a snap, but I left, where it was holding me with its beak, still impaling me.

  As I fall to the ground and land on my hands and knees, I hear more crowing from further above me, and I start sprinting towards the tunnel on the opposite side of the room.

  Stumbling and gasping for air with a giant beak sticking out of me, I barely make it to the tunnel and turn around to see a colossal crow head looking through the tunnel at me, unable to fit inside.

  I stumble up the tunnel and get to an opening at the end of it. I see I am back in what looks like the area I had entered, with a small winding path going up the side of a massive pit.

  I stumble up the pathway, dragging my hand on the outside wall, trying to stop the bleeding from my chest. The outer wall soon crumbles away into nothing, and I am left with a brightly lit plateau covered in large, multicolored fluorescent mushrooms.

  Completely out of breath and feeling like I'm about to pass out, I stumble under one of the giant mushrooms and lean back on it. Even with all the pain, I either pass out or fall asleep.

  A sharp pain in my right side wakes me, and I try grabbing at it, but the large black beak still sticking out of me stops me from bleeding. I figure I should probably pull it out.

  I wrap my hands around it and yank it out with one fluid motion. More pain overwhelms me, and I pass out.

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  I wake up with two halves of the beak sitting on my lap. I don't know how long I've been down here, but it feels like weeks since I've had a meal. I look up at the mushroom that I'm resting on, and I attempt to say

  "inspection "

  But all I hear myself do is let out a slight wheeze as I feel out of breath and lightheaded. I looked down at my chest, where my right lung should be, and I see the hole that the crow left.

  I put my hand up to it and see it's about the size of my whole hand. I put my hand into the hole and feel the cold, hard mushroom behind me.

  I wretch forward, gagging as I'm trying to throw up from the awful feeling of being able to put my hand through myself. But as expected, nothing came out.

  I wipe my mouth, feeling my chapped lips, and wonder if there is anything to eat or drink here.

  I stumbled to my feet and look around the plateau I'm on. And I see that it circles the giant pit in the middle, but all I see are giant glowing mushrooms.

  I pick up a piece of the beak and stab it into the mushroom behind me. A glowing blue liquid flows from within the mushroom and pools inside the beak.

  I have a feeling that if I don't drink anything soon, I might die. I lift the beak above my head and pour the liquid into my mouth. It has a sour taste, but it's not revolting and tastes rather refreshing. I sit down again, and I hear a wet pop from inside the hole in my chest.

  When I look down, my eyes fixate on an organ that has popped out of my chest and is now drooping down in front of me, being held on by a few blood vessels and a tendon.

  Before I could think of anything, I quickly grabbed it and pushed it into an open spot. Forcing myself not to think about it. Whatever that was, I hope it wasn't necessary.

  Hunger is the next feeling that comes over me, and I notice some flesh stuck to the end of the beak that I am holding. Disgusted by it but still needing to eat, I rip a piece off and pop it in my mouth. I do this a few more times until the beak is cleaned.

  I wake up lying under a glowing mushroom, and it reminds me that I am still in a dungeon and have a lot more to go before I get out. That means I will likely have to face more foes before I can escape, and at the moment, I don't have any weapons or armor.

  I rack my head for anything I could use to defend myself and land on the bird's beak. One half is larger and broader than the other, and I could use them as a sword and shield.

  One of the beaks had what looks like a piece of the crow's skin with feathers on it. It is the size of a robe, so I rip it off and put it on my back. And I start shaping the beaks with the sharp stones I find on the ground.

  After a while of shaping the beaks and multiple broken rocks, I finally have an acceptable-looking sword and shield.

  Fueled by my anger towards the archbishop, I venture upward into the dungeon to get revenge.

  Status:

  Level: 250

  Strength: 150

  Agility: 208

  Magic: 304

  Skills:

  Death defying

  

  
• Prevents an insta-kill attack


  
• Cooldown 7 days


  

  Pure Magic

  

  
• allows the caster to manipulate magic to their minds content without restrictions


  

  Equipment:

  Rough Beak Sword

  Rough Beak Shield

  Crow cape

  Afflictions:

  Glowing mushroom sap

  

  
• acts as a strong painkiller and boosts stamina


  

  Crushed windpipe

  

  
• can’t speak


  

  Large hole on right side of chest

  

  
• lower stamina from missing right lung