Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
Chapter 44: A Hard Reset

Chapter 44: A Hard Reset

’This is only a dream.’ Zlatan thought to himself, glancing around the table in the familiar dining hall which he could recall being the same as back when he was alive.

’I need to get out of it, but how?’

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"Everyone is gone. Time to get out of here, I can’t bear any of this anymore." Zlatan mumbled to himself, climbing up the bed or at least trying to do so.

’Why do I feel so heavy?’ He groaned, finally getting on it after several attempts. Standing up on the bed, all five feet of him, he carefully got to the foot of the bed. Creaking with each step he took despite how bouncy it was, and though it had been made to take on his entire weight.

’I’ll be a goner with this.’ A smile crept up his face as with one more step, he got on the footboard.

*CRACK!

The part of the footboard he had positioned his leg on broke off, the exact moment he raised the other to get on it.

"Aaah!"

*BOUNCE!

He went back first onto the bed, bouncing this time round upon impact though that wasn’t the end of it.

*THWAK!

Bouncing so hard, as if having landed on a trampoline which could possibly hold on to complete a bounce. Zlatan was thrown off the bed, heading right for the floor and landing flat on it like a large piece of ham.

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’That was silly of me, the window would have been perfect.’ He thought to himself, the doors to the dining hall opening up.

"Before Breakfast Is Served." An older woman dressed in the uniform which all other maids wore stepped into the hall. Bowing first and then clapping her hands, a train of maids walked into the room with each holding a tray of roast meat.

"I always love Before Breakfast!" Belle cheered, tugging Zlatan with her shoulder.

’Before Breakfast? I can’t remember the last time I even ate.’ Zlatan looked at the meals as they placed them on the table, an entire tray of assorted ones being deposited before him.

"Do enjoy your meals, Young Lord, Master and Ladies. Breakfast will be served after the Master’s and Ladies are seated." The maid added as bowing once again, the maids left the dining hall in the same formation.

"Lisa," Elena called out as the maid who made the announcement was about to leave.

"Yes, My Lady." She replied, her words polite as she stopped in her tracks and turned in her direction.

"Where is my father and mother?"

"The Lord Regent and Lady had ridden out of the Mansion before midnight from the report of the guards. They haven’t returned since then."

"Were they geared up?" Jaisal asked, forking a piece of ham from the tray at the center of the table onto his plate.

"They wore cloaks and had their faces under hoods, s—" Jaisal cut in on his words, still not looking in her direction.

"What proves it was my father and mother?"

"The guards said —"

"Have you checked their bedroom?"

"No please."

"Please do then." He turned to look her right in the eye, a smile curling up on his face, the maid going bright red in an instant.

"Yes– Yes, Young Master." She briskly left the room, hiding her face away in embarrassment.

’Of all times I could have dreamed of, it had to be during the time he still had that pretty face of his.’

"Eh? Big brother is holding back?" Belle who had a similar tray with its content being lesser compared to Zlatan’s questioned.

"Not hungry." He muttered, pushing the tray forward. As to him, eating wouldn’t bring anything to him, he wouldn’t be able to taste a thing. He couldn’t when he was alive, so how could he after dying and finding himself in a dreamscape?

However, unaware of what he had just done, lost in thought, something felt off to him.

"Why is here so..." His words got stuck in his mouth seeing everyone staring at him as if they’d seen a ghost.

"What’s wrong with—"

*BANG!

He didn’t know how much strength was required to have done that, or who did it in the first place. All he felt was something hit him hard on the face, a metallic taste filling his mouth. Everything went dark, his weight pushing against the chair he sat on and soon, with a heavy thud. Zlatan dropped onto the ground, his ears ringing as that was the most real thing he’d felt since. However, a brief smile could be seen on his face before his consciousness drifted away.

’Finally.’

The doors flew open and rolling in on her wheelchair was none other than Bella, the young maid with navy blue hair pushing from behind. A scroll could be seen on her lap alongside her usual book. She wore a black gown, being the only choice of colour she preferred her dresses to be in.

Entering, her eyes landed right on the figure now on the ground, before shifting up to the other. As she stood on the seat beside him with a metal tray in her hands, the center of it being punched in.

In an instant, her brain processed what had happened as the next thing which came out of her lips was quite loud.

"What’s wrong with you Belle?! Why did you hit our big brother!"

"He hit his head hard! Can you believe he rejected meat?! He said he wasn’t hungry!" Belle exclaimed loudly at her twin sister, her eyes tearing up.

"So you hit him because of that?! He might have changed his preferences!"

"Pre– preferences, he can’t become like you, not a vegan. It’s impossible— waaaah!!" Belle cried out loudly, breaking down into tears.

"Impossible?! I thought you said you accepted me— you hate me! Waaah!!" Bella also cried out, suddenly joining in with the other in tears.

"Waah waah! I don’t hate you! I hate Vegans!"

"Waaah! But I’m a vegan! It’s the same thing! Waaah!"

"No, it’s not!"

"It is!"

"It isn’t!"

"Waah! It is!"

"Waaaah!!"

"How did this start again?" Jaisal looked at both cousins of his and then at his younger sister.

"I don’t know, do your usual thing I guess," Elena suggested, shrugging and reaching for the contents of one of the trays. Only for her instincts to kick in as she bent down in time to dodge the beaten tray Belle held onto to sweep past her.

Meanwhile, as cries filled the hall, Zlatan still knocked out and on the ground with Jaisal contemplating who to calm down first among the two. Another person in the room was busying herself with her hands.

’Got it!’ Kezia got a hold of the scroll, slowly and carefully lifting it off the young lady’s lap to not draw attention. Halfway through her stunt, Bella threw her hands simultaneously as her sister also did despite her eyes shut, their sobs worsening. However, with that, her hands had hit the maid’s own so fast and hard that the scroll slipped through her hands into the air.

Swirling in the air to the table side as they were quite near it already, it went all the way towards one person.

*BAM!

It smashed straight into Zlatan’s face, immediately bringing him back from wherever he’d gone into his body as his eyes shot open.

"Ouch!" His hands instantly went to his face, but that wasn’t the only thing coming down on him.

"BIG BROTHER!"

’Not again.’