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Chapter 9 – Day 8 of Living in the Demonic Land
The morning mist covered the whole swamp.
I washed my face in the swamp and went to the fields. It was something I had done before going to the military training facility.
“Huh? Are you serious? It’s only been two days.”
The field had already been invaded by the demonic land. Weeds had grown waist-high, and swimming birds were nesting. I eradicated the swimming birds for now. I also found some eggs, so I decided to make fried eggs for breakfast.
The weeds cut my hand like a razor when I touched them. I called it razor weed and cut it from the root. I got some cuts on my arms and shins, but I’ll heal them later with a small healing stone from the gibi deer.
For now, the work is to restore the field to its original state. I decided to dig a large number of pits around the area and make a trap that looked like a stake sticking out of the ground. I thought about building a fence, but I thought it would be useless to build a fence against the monsters in the demonic land. A monster that can easily blow up a man and a flying monster. Instead of a fence, I need a trap.
Cutting down trees. I recently learned which trees are easy to cut and which trees are hard to cut.
Trees with smooth bark are hard to cut because the sap tends to splash around. I have yet to find them in the demonic land, but I have learned that you can get good wood from an old tree monster called treant.
I found ivy wrapped around trees that looked accessible, and sometimes, the ivy would give me a rash. It itched, but I kept my hands cool in the swamp.
I would cut the tree to the appropriate length and sharpen it with a knife. With the sharpened end pointing up, I buried the stake in the ground. I would use it to ward off any monsters that might try to attack me.
I sowed the seed in the field.
Of course, I only sowed a little, thinking of failure. You never know what will happen in the demonic land. I mixed in a lot of swimming bird droppings and bones, but I mixed it into the soil with humus and used it as fertilizer.
The sun was rising high in the sky. I couldn’t stop sweating.
My stomach was at its limit because I had worked without breakfast and lunch.
I went home and changed my underwear, which was soaked with sweat from working so hard all day.
I made fried eggs and fried meat and vegetables. I felt that my diet was richer when I had vegetables.
Since I was eating alone, the portion was too large, but it would have been a shame to leave any leftovers, so I ate it all.
After taking a nap, I went to check the field and found that the swimming birds had already arrived. They were trying to build a nest on the soft ground.
I got rid of the swimming birds first and decided to plant bendgrass. Since bendgrass is like a bear trap, it would eat the monsters that came to the field.
I almost got bitten once when I was planting the bendgrass, but I had enough strength to get out of it. I was not badly hurt except for a few marks on my skin, and the marks faded quickly.
My body is gradually adapting to the specifications of the demonic land.
“It’s hard to be an ordinary adventurer, isn’t it? They have to deal with monsters that are stronger than this.”
I have heard that there are extraordinary monsters in the world. Real adventurers fight these monsters with their companions. I’m more suited to living in the middle of nowhere and taking it easy.
“Life without pressure is the best!”
I’m going to try to make fishing hooks out of the bones of swimming birds. While I was working on the shore of the swamp, a haze turtle got in my way. As I fought it off and dodged its attack, the turtle hit a rock and flipped over.
The turtle flailed around. I severed its long, stretched neck with an axe. It seemed that the only attacks that worked were those other than the shell.
Blood spurted from the turtle’s neck like a muddy stream and flowed into the swamp.
Soon, carnivorous fish, sensing the scent of blood, began to gather and snap at the water’s surface.
When I struck the surface with a piece of fallen wood, the fish hilariously fainted. As I threw the stunned fish toward the shore, a wave came crashing in.
I looked toward the center of the swamp and saw a huge snake swimming toward it.
I quickly retrieved the fish and climbed up a tree as far away from it as possible.
The giant snake swallowed the turtle’s head whole as it climbed to the shore. I later learned from P.J.’s notebook that it was a monster called the king anaconda.
The king anaconda tried to swallow the turtle whole, but no matter how you look at it, it was too big for it. Nevertheless, after about 30 minutes, the king anaconda had swallowed half of the turtle’s body.
It had dropped its guard so much that I climbed down from the tree and approached it silently.
I wanted to smash its head open with my axe, but I was deflected by the king anaconda’s scales.
The king anaconda finally noticed my presence as I attacked it, but because it had a haze turtle in its mouth, it was unable to move.
I drove a stake I had placed in the field into the eye of the king anaconda, which was still staring at me.
The stake went all the way to the base of the anaconda’s head and seemed to reach the king anaconda’s brain.
In front of me were the bodies of a giant turtle and a huge snake.
“How do I dismantle them?”
The haze turtle had a shell, and the king anaconda was covered with scales that made it difficult for a blade to cut through.
The sun sank into the swamp as I worried.
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Didn’t he say earlier in the military training camp that he doesn’t need anything more? Like some bladed tools or even weapons, for example? Congrats, you got what you wanted. Exemplary for a caveman.
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More for an idiot who was born with a brain but no folds on it.
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