Wake up (again)

As your consciousness slowly returns to you, you reluctantly open your eyes. The room is just as you remembered it before crashing into the bed, but now you really get to take it in. The room was quite garish when you really thought about it. Red walls, red carpet, red ceiling, it's all a bit much. On the other hand, the bed was incredible. While being the same garish red as the rest of the room, you can't remember feeling a bed quite so soft and warm. If this room is supposed to be an apology, he's still got a long way to go.

getting out of bed, you look around for your armor, but quickly remember that you didn't strip to get into bed, you were already naked. Relatively unphased by this, your attention is caught by the large chest at the foot of the bed. Knowing better than to blindly open every chest you come across, lest it be trapped, you gave the chest a swift kick. No reaction. Slowly you open the chest, making sure to stand to the side to hopefully avoid an arrow trap. As you open it however, the result is better than you could have hoped for.

"Is it really my armor?" You asked in disbelief? The pale blue with gold accents were unmistakable after wearing it for so long. With glee you reach your hand out to your treasured gear, when suddenly- __

ZZAP! Your hand is recoiled back by a powerful shock from the armor. "What the hells was that?" Quickly interrupting your train of thought, your inventory quickly appears once again.

-INDIVIDUALS NOT OF THE HERO CLASS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM HANDLING THE (CUIRASS OF HEROES)

What the hells did the system mean? You are the hero, right? As the message fades away, you peer at your inventory and see something that you hadn't noticed before. Something that made your heart sink even lower. Instead of displaying Lv. 60 HERO as it had before, it now read Lv. 1 WHORE. That fucker really had stolen everything from you. As the gravity of the situation hits you, you lightly begin to sob.

Quickly you catch yourself. If he stripped you of your hero title, that didn't mean you couldn't act like it. You wipe away your tears with your arm and look into the chest again. You find your cuirass, your gaiters, your gauntlets, and even your helmet (Which you didn't really wear that often anyway). Sure there were a few missing parts, but it's not like it mattered anyway. There was one thing you didn't recognize however, a small well made dagger lay in the middle of the jumble of items. You grab it, expecting another shock, but it never comes. It seems that the dagger was the real treasure. You felt no magic from it, but you couldn't complain about it's craftsmanship.

With nothing left in the room, you decide you should start making some progress today. You puff your (impressive) chest out and make your way to the wooden door leading further into the dungeon. As you push through, you are greeted with a tunnel largely similar to the place you woke up in. The floor was generally smooth, but the ceiling had a few jagged rocks hanging down. There was enough space to comfortably stand, and even jump, but it certainly wouldn't be an ideal combat environment. Before long, the path diverges with a fork.