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Chapter 5 – Day 4 of Living in the Demonic Land
Today, I am going deep into the jungle. I’ve had a good breakfast, and I’m fully prepared. I want to find a place that can be my home.
In my hand is an axe made of wild boar bones and palm sap. I stayed up late last night and worked on it. The bone is very comfortable to hold.
I cut the grass and leaves in front of me and continued.
There were leaves that would bite me and mushrooms that spewed poisonous spores, but somehow, I could tell by their appearance that they were dangerous. More often than not, ordinary-looking leaves and mushrooms were more dangerous than those with harsh colors.
“But if I go for the roots, it’s no problem. Plants and mushrooms don’t move from the ground.”
I was afraid of monsters until a few days ago, but now I’m like a battle junkie, looking for strong monsters and even wanting to test my strength.
People change when they change.
In fact, I tried hunting a blue snake with my new axe and throwing rocks at a flying bat monster called Golden Bat. Although I missed the Golden Bat, I felt much more confident.
After moving carefully through the jungle for a while, I came to a cliff that I could look up at. It was much taller than the surrounding trees.
I walked east along the cliff and found a cave.
I lit a torch that was stuck at the entrance of the cave and went inside.
Inside was a living space with natural walls and ceilings, and in the back was a human corpse. For a moment, I held up my axe, expecting it to move like yesterday’s zombie, but it was dead.
The white-boned corpse was dry, and in its hand was a tattered leather-bound notebook. When I removed the finger bones and looked at the notebook, I found that it contained information about the monsters in this demonic land, edible plants, poisonous plants, and so on.
“This is an important notebook for living in this demonic land.”
In addition to the information about monsters and poisonous plants, the diary of the man who turned into a white skeleton was also written. It is said that every three months, “a giant magical beast” appears in this demonic land. Was the giant boar I killed yesterday also a giant magical beast?
On the cover of the notebook, “P.J.” was written, which seemed to be the name of the skeletonized man, and I carefully put P.J.’s notebook in the back of my bag and decided to bury the corpse.
Although already dead, I encountered a zombie and a skeletonized corpse, and I knew that I could survive in this demonic land. As long as I wasn’t eaten by monsters or plants, I was better off in this demonic land.
After burying P.J.’s body, I checked the inside of the cave. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are separate.
In the cellar, under the kitchen floor, there were a number of jars, but all the contents were completely turned into something brown. They had a variety of smells, including a strong sour smell and a sweet smell.
The jars would be perfectly usable if they were washed.
There were also weapons that had not deteriorated, including a knife made of a metal I had never seen before and a bow and arrow made of black material.
The bed in the bedroom was completely broken, and the fur was full of holes. I took everything out, burned it, and decided to make my own.
There was also a hard metal breastplate and some kind of full armor, but it was stacked in the corner of the room like it had been thrown away; I wondered if P.J. didn’t need it. Maybe this white corpse was a very strong man. How could he die like that?
I turned to the notebook and read the last page.
“My only regret is that I could not solve the mystery of this demonic land…”
What is the mystery of the demonic land?
He knew he was going to die.
Was he trying to pass it on to future generations by writing it down in his notebook?
The previous page shows what looks like a geometric pattern of ruins.
Are there ruins in this demonic land? The old gold coin the zombie was carrying may have been dug up from the ruins.
“The guardians of the ruins seem to be fighting something,” P.J. wrote in his note.
There is also a pattern that looks like a magic circle, but there is an X on it. Is it a dangerous magic circle?
Could it be the cause of P.J.’s death?
“Ruins where neither strength nor magic can prevail.”
“You must learn space-time magic. The common sense written in magic books is not applicable.”
“Ancient magic is way ahead of the modern world.”
These and other words are lined up in a row, indicating P.J.’s level of excitement.
I don’t even know where the ruins are, but now I have a new destination in this demonic land.
The area around the cave was thick with trees, and although there were signs of small monsters, there seemed to be no large monsters or beasts. I also found an edible plant that P.J. had written about in his notebook, and I wondered if it had grown wild from the plants he had cultivated. This means that agriculture is possible even in the demonic land.
“Well, since the dead are turned into white bones, maybe this area is not easily destroyed by monsters.”
Maybe there is something in this cave that keeps monsters away; I wondered if I could find out by reading P.J.’s notebook.
If I could find out, I might be able to use this vast demonic land as a farm and manage a territory.
“My dreams are expanding.”
After leaving the cave, I marked my way back to the riverbank.
I have little luggage, but I carry some wild boar pelts and meat to the cave’s bedrooms and storerooms. I washed the jars in the river.
I thought that keeping slime in the jar might make a handy trash can, but catching it was harder than I expected, and I soon gave up.
However, even though I had lived alone for a long time, I gradually began to miss people.
This demonic land is full of monsters, and I don’t even have anyone to talk to.
Maybe I should look for a pet tomorrow.
And just like that, the night of the day I found my own home was over.
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“People change when they change.”
A real philosopher too, just like the guy saying “people die when they are killed”.
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Haha! Exactly. “He who dies is dead.”
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