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Chapter 2 – Day 1 of Living in the Demonic Land
In front of me is the river, which is the marker. According to the map the realtor gave me, the other side of the river is my land.
The other side of the river is a jungle with a very different ecosystem. It is lush green, and the ferns have sharp leaves. In addition, I could hear the intermittent cries of monsters that sounded like screams.
“I wonder if a fairy or spirit will come here and say, ‘I’ll give you a wonderful talent.'”
Since there is no way they will come out, I take a deep breath and step into the river.
Gaburuuu!
Something bit my shin as I stepped out.
“Ouch!”
I kicked at the thing that bit me and felt a soft cushioning sensation, and then transparent slime rose from the surface of the river.
“Just to be clear, you’re slime, right?”
Plop, plop, plop.
The slime that has risen up on the shore opens its mouth and comes out menacingly. The slime has a magical stone core, and the only way to destroy it is to attack it. It is a primitive monster that absorbs magic power from other monsters to feed its core.
It is basically the weakest type of monster, but the slime here seems to be different. The bite I just received has drained all of my magic power, and it is giving me a headache. If I get bitten again, my magic will run out, and I will pass out.
I keep my distance and use the longest hoe in my hand as a check. I keep swinging and swinging, but the attack doesn’t hit at all. On the contrary, it bit the handle of the hoe and tore it to pieces. At this rate, I would not even be able to enter my own land, and I would only wear out my weapon. I searched my pack for something.
I pulled out the first thing I touched, a Wild Bear pelt, and threw it at the slime. The Wild Bear pelt covers the slime, and I climb on top of it as if to hold it down. Even though I am close to the water’s edge, I am still on the shore. If I stay like this forever, the slime will dry up and die.
As I keep the slime moving in the fur, I quickly realize that my plan has failed. My physical strength was exhausted. If I continued to hold it, it would surely escape.
As a test, I stabbed the slime through the fur with my knife. Water gushed from the cracks in the fur and hit me in the face.
The slime under the skin shrank with great force. Finally, only the core magic stone remained, and I won the battle. A Wild Bear pelt was wasted. It was not worth it.
Still, I could finally enter my land.
The contents of my backpack had been scattered during my battle with the slime. The road ahead is not easy.
For now, I decided to make today’s campsite on the shore.
In order to make a roof out of the leaves of the plant, I cut the base of a leaf radiating from the ground and a sticky liquid overflowed from the cut end. I could not use this leaf because it would be terrible if the sticky liquid dripped from the ceiling while I slept. I decided to call this leaf “palm leaf” myself.
It is the name of a plant I saw in a dream that has a similar shape to a plant I remember from my previous life.
When I touched the leaf with my hand to cut another leaf, it closed tightly like a bear trap. I called this leaf bendgrass. It was a very hard leaf, and if I touched it carelessly, I would lose my fingers.
From there, I carefully and cautiously found a large round leaf and a strong vine.
The stem of the big round leaf was thick, so I cut it with an axe. From the cut came water, tasteless, odorless, and very clean. It looked drinkable. I called it Butterbur.
Unlike other areas, the plants in the demonic lands are too powerful. Maybe this is normal?
I’ve only been to my birth village and the nearby town, so I don’t know much about this world.
“Come to think of it, this is my first trip.”
I was an adventurer, but my living environment was too small.
After the sun went down, I made a fire on the gravel by the shore and threw some dead branches into the fire. There were plenty of dead branches on the ground.
While I was roasting wild bear meat on the fire, I felt a look coming from behind me. I turned to see a green eye staring at me from behind the bushes.
Speaking of green-eyed predators, it was the Green Tiger.
It is such a monster that I was taught in the adventurer’s guild training course that if you encounter it without a weapon, you should give up your life. I stuck a Vespa Hornet poison needle into the flesh of a Wild Bear I was roasting and threw it at the Green Tiger.
Hopefully, the poison needle would lodge in the green tiger’s throat and kill it.
I stepped back, axe ready. A Green Tiger with yellowish-green fur emerged from the bushes.
It was about three meters long and covered with fur from its shoulders to its legs. It approached me with smooth movements.
The Green Tiger smelled the meat I had thrown at it and immediately lost interest, turned to me, and roared. Fresh meat tastes better, I guess.
I cut off the base of a palm leaf, dripped some sticky sap on it, and ran to a patch of grass where I thought there might be as much bendgrass as possible. As I started to run, the Green Tiger began to chase me. One step for the Green Tiger was about ten steps for me.
The next moment, the Green Tiger was caught in the sap of a palm tree and fell down. Meanwhile, I walked through the bushes, trying not to touch the bendgrass.
In the dark vegetation, I had only the moonlight to guide me. It would get darker as I went deeper into the jungle.
Behind me, I heard the sound of the bendgrass closing. The Green Tiger was closing in on me, but I still had some distance to go.
Somehow, I managed to get through the grass before it caught up with me and found myself in a flower garden full of small white flowers.
A flower garden in the jungle? I wondered, and when I looked over, I saw a decaying monster in front of me, covered in flowers.
“This place is bad!”
Covering my mouth and nose, I return to the bushes. A field of deadly flowers in front of me and a Green Tiger behind me.
I quickly escaped to the top of a tree.
The Green Tiger appeared in the flower field. Its body, illuminated by the moonlight, was bleeding from a bite wound on the bendgrass.
It was out of breath and kept staring at the surrounding bushes.
I remained silent and stared at the Green Tiger, trying not to make a sound.
The Green Tiger stepped on a small white flower and brought its nose close to the white flower as if it were tracking my scent.
The Green Tiger seemed to limp and fall over.
“Gguo… gguo…”
The Green Tiger snored and fell asleep. It would continue to sleep and die like the decaying monster before it.
I called the little white flower Swimmin’ Flower and returned to the riverbank.
“I survived.”
On my way back to the riverbank, I stepped on a sticky palm leaf. The sticky sap stuck to my shoe, but it quickly peeled off.
When I touched it, it hardened. The sap had replaced the slippery, textured material.
I tried to cut the hardened sap with an axe, but it was very hard. Even when I cut it with an iron axe, there were no scratches on it at all. If I could make a mold and pour the sap into it, I could make a good tool.
Had I already found a specialty from my land?
Back at the riverbank, my bag had been rummaged through, and the meat with the poisoned needle was gone. There were marks around it as if something large had been dragged. It seemed that there was a monster besides the Green Tiger.
While keeping an eye on the surroundings, I checked the contents of the bag. The magic stone and the tools were safe, but the Wild Bear’s meat and food had been devoured.
Gieeeeeee!
A scream came from the jungle.
Packing my scattered belongings into my bag, I rekindled a campfire on the riverbank a short distance away to keep an eye on my surroundings. Sitting there, axe in hand, ready to flee at any moment, I suddenly felt the urge to sleep.
“Must be the effect of the Swimmin’ Flowers…”
I tried to pinch my cheek, but my hand wouldn’t budge.
“I’m at my limit. It’s no use. I’ll camp here…”
I explained, not to anyone, but to myself. The stream was paved with small round stones. From the dark forest, I could hear the voices of monsters, and I didn’t know when they would attack me.
I had lost all my belongings. Perhaps I will die here on this shore as my campsite for the rest of my life. Fear washed over me all at once, but I could not keep my body upright.
Once I collapsed on the cobblestones, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Finally, I fell asleep, unable to bear the weight of my eyelids.
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So far, this novel is a real mess. I’ll give it another chance, but I feel like I’m going to drop it.
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that “swimmin” flower is pronounced “suimin” right? It should mean ‘sleep’.
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