episode_0005

The process of exploring the area around the tree hole, securing safety, and making it my territory went fairly smoothly.

There were minor incidents such as a wild boar with a skin as hard as steel appearing and rushing at you like crazy, a moving man-eating plant spouting venom, a wasp the size of your head almost getting you hunted, and a flying eyeball shooting out a laser beam, but no one was seriously injured. Since there aren’t any, I guess you could say it’s going smoothly.

It still only occupies a small area, but as it expands little by little, there will be more that can be done.

However, I did not view the situation optimistically.

No, I was consciously and completely excluding such thoughts from the beginning.

Because the lessons I learned at the beach were deeply engraved in my heart.

“Barutt. Barutt. Barutt.”

Vicious spiders with terrible and terrible poison are summoned to the ground following my chanting.

The guys were looking around, shaking their front legs as if they were embarrassed, and then quickly started climbing the nearby trees.

“Whoa, good.”

I nodded in satisfaction at the rapidly spreading spider web, and without taking my eyes off the guys, I slowly widened the distance by walking backwards.

In addition to the natural traps using Barut, several traps have been set up.

Things like noise traps or pit traps made by tying branches and stems together so that they make a sound when someone pulls them.

The workmanship is rough, but it’s better than nothing.

I thought about summoning several guns and making a trap linked to the trigger… but I decided against it because the Sahagins could pick up the guns and use them.

“Uhm…”

Honestly, I’m a little anxious about this alone, but it’s the best I can do right now.

Anyway, what is the principle behind my summoning?

Could it be that life is not created every time the name is recited, so is Barut from somewhere else being sent here?

I was curious, but I didn’t think about it any further and staggered back to the hole in the tree.

“Whoa…”

A week has already passed since I settled into the comfortable tree hole.

In the meantime, a few Sahagi came by, but instead of attacking, they just snooped around from afar as if they were scouting.

Even if you fire a barrage of bullets at them, they just run away in a hurry.

I was quite uneasy because things that had only been aggressively attacking me until now were doing that.

“Ugh, ok…”

I slowly lay down, groaning from the exhilarating pain that rang through my whole body every time I moved my body.

“…Shall we eat something? Khanpal, Khanpal, bug berry.”

Fruits resembling insects and blunt lumps with purple skin fall down in small croakers.

If I had to pick one best achievement from the past few days, it would be Kanpal.

Kanpal was a plant with tuberous roots like sweet potatoes or potatoes, but the stems growing from the ground looked like weeds, so there was nothing unusual about them on the outside.

If I hadn’t accidentally discovered a steel boar suddenly attacking me and eating it, I probably wouldn’t have known it was edible until now.

“Eh…”

I took the bullet out of the magazine, separated it again, took out the gunpowder, and placed it on a thick tree branch that had been hollowed out.

I covered it with finely torn dry grass again and rubbed it with a twig.

Good luck! Grumble!

“good.”

How long had it been since he had been rubbing like that? As smoke rose and flames rose, he blew on it and raised additional grass and branches.

After the bonfire grew to a certain extent, they started burning by inserting kanpals into tree branches.

“…I want to drink water.”

Although I was replenishing moisture with the juicy bug berries, I felt very uncomfortable because the unique sugary consistency remained in my mouth after eating it.

“Wow, how do these guys never use the word water?”

I called up the constellation community and looked at the comments from 088 and 666 with resentment.

If these guys just used the word water, there wouldn’t be a need to be obsessed with rivers.

“Let’s see…”

While I was at it, I started reading comments from 088 and 666.

The discussion continued for a very long time, as if there was nothing to do despite being a constellation in name and appearance.

It seems like a conclusion has been drawn and the discussion is over now, but looking at the length of over 10 pages, I can’t help but burst into laughter.

Well, it’s not a bad thing to not be bored.

┗[G-088: In addition to the ‘sinister dog’ and the ‘electric shock gun’, there is also a ‘food detector’… Was his name Manish? It’s also a very dangerous beast. It’s heavy, sturdy, and ferocious.]

┗[G-666: Still, wouldn’t it work out somehow if I had a gun?]

┗[G-088: Well…it might be able to inflict some damage, but it will be difficult to kill it. Basically, its skin is as hard as steel, and it handles mana instinctively. Well, at least it’s not much compared to monsters…]

“Hmm, Manish… what does this look like?”

It’s been a while since I discovered the official name, not a slang term, but since I can’t summon it without knowing what it looks like, I have no idea how to use it.

“In terms of being heavy and strong, that steel boar is no slouch… Is his name Mannish? Hmm…”

It’s well worth experimenting.

However, if he was truly summoned, it would be a disaster, so he got out of the hole and climbed the tree, whining.

If the tree wasn’t big and curved and there wasn’t much room to step on, I would never have been able to do it with my injured body.

“Ugh, hoo…”

I climbed to a height of well over 20 meters and sat down on a narrow tree branch.

“Manish.”

Immediately after muttering and recalling the appearance of a steel boar.

“Kwieeek!?”

“Wow!?”

With a loud roar, a huge wild boar with a height of well over 3 meters was summoned.

I was really surprised because I didn’t expect to be summoned, but I quickly grabbed the pistol.

“Kwiiyik!”

Climbing the tree beforehand was truly the best thing I ever did.

Cooo!

Because the guy who fell helplessly was stuck on the ground.

“Kwiik…!”

His leg must have been broken due to the impact of the fall, so he fell down and struggled, unable to stand up.

“It would have been better if he was fine…”

He clicked his tongue slightly and aimed his gun.

The first steel boar he encountered… No, Manish was able to chase it away with a barrage of bullets and summoning Barut, but if he was lying in front of a hole like that, he had no choice but to kill it.

Bang bang bang! Ta-ta-ta-ta-tang!

“Queeeek!? Kwieeek!”

The fired bullets only pierced the creature’s skin slightly and then bounced off, but they persistently aimed at its eyes, nose, mouth, and ears and fired hundreds of times, until it ended up bleeding profusely and falling limp and motionless.

“Whew, it took me ten years. Sigh…”

After coming down from the tree and confirming that the animal was completely dead, I took a bite and touched its ample belly.

“How can you not take care of it with a gun…?”

If they had a knife at least, they would have tried it, but unfortunately, 088 and 666 only talked about the jungle ecosystem of Earth 69 and did not use the word knife.

“Huh, that’s it. The increase in the number of things that can be summoned is just a benefit. Even if I had a sword, it would have been so hard that I couldn’t even cut it…”

After finishing my self-rationalization, I returned to the tree hole and found that the kanpal was golden brown.

“Hehe, hehe, hehe! Mumbling…!”

Kanpal tasted like the perfect combination of sweet potatoes and chestnuts, and was incredibly delicious with just the right amount of sweetness and full of flavor.

It is not called the grace of the earth for nothing.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been heaven if I could just add a line of kimchi to it…but it would be too extravagant to hope for that.

“Whoa… it was delicious.”

After killing two fist-sized canpals and a large bug berry, my body feels tired.

“Anyway, the Sahagin guys are anxious. What are they thinking?”

Seeing as they keep sending out scouts, it looks like they have an intention to hunt me down, but they just keep annoyingly hovering around me, which is very stressful.

“Well, it’s a good thing for me if you don’t come.”

My nose is now a stone.

At least until I can move without pain, I plan to focus on taking care of my wounds and quietly expanding my area.

***

Two weeks have passed since we suddenly started survival on an uninhabited island.

The wound has healed quite a bit.

“Tsk…”

Of course, rather than stitching it up, it was tied up tightly and foolishly held on until it healed, so there is a high possibility that the wound would burst if the slightest mistake is made, but how could it not fester?

“I think it’s time to move on in earnest…”

As I looked through the dark forest, I sighed without realizing it.

It would be no exaggeration to say that they had been steadily expanding their territory and were holding tightly to the tree hole area, but to be honest, I was very scared.

The memory of me wandering around without knowing anything and dying horribly was still vivid in my mind.

“Whew… But we still have to do it. Let’s make up our minds.”

Since I had already endured for quite a long time, the hope that I would be able to endure here for about a month suddenly rose, but unless the fact that the Sahagin shaman can find out my location changes, it is an unstable hope that will be shattered at any time.

I have no intention of foolishly clinging to hope.

Because I already knew it was stupid.

Besides, I didn’t forget.

Hatred and anger towards those who killed me.

Unless I personally annihilate them, this feeling will not subside and there will be no peaceful night.

“Tsk tsk.”

“Squeak! Squeak!”

“Kwiik!”

As I left the hole in the tree, the small animals that were eating the blackened mannish bared their teeth.

Ta-ta-ta-tang!

From my point of view, these small and agile guys were more threatening than the big and heavy Mannish, so I fired the bullet right away.

“Kek!”

“Keeek!”

“Jiiik!”

When a few of them left, they scattered in all directions and hid in the bushes.

“Shall we go and eat some meat?”

Bang bang bang!

He fired his gun at Manish’s body, which was still warm from having been grilled the day before.

“Keu… Tea!”

When a strong tree branch is inserted into the gun hole and the weight is applied using the principle of a lever, the muscles spread wide and hot smoke rises.

“Whoa, murmuring…”

The past few days have been a series of contemplation and research on how to enjoy Manish meat.

There’s pork in front of you, but you have to be able to resist it.

The most difficult thing was the steel-like skin. I tried shooting it at a point with a gun and collecting gunpowder to explode it, but in the end, the simplest and easiest method was to just bake the whole thing.

If you bake it for hours or dozens of hours until the skin turns into charcoal, the tough skin becomes slightly soft, and only then can you dig into the flesh and eat it in the same way as before.

If you eat it with kanpal and bug berries, it is truly a delicacy.

“…I should take some with me.”

Wow! Damn it!

I cut off a few pieces of the red flesh, wrapped them in large, thick leaves, tied them with vine stems, and draped them over my shoulders like a cross bag.

“Okay. Then let’s go now…”

Because I remembered the direction in which the Sahagi scouts came and went, there was no hesitation in my steps.

***

About two days later.

I managed to find a stone building that was Sahagin’s lair.

Although I was tired both physically and mentally from spending the night on a tree and encountering several monsters, I held my pistol firmly and carefully entered the area.

“Kwiik!”

“Keee!”

“Al, baru-ka! Riggle-la, takula! Kahal-riggle-la!”

And then I saw it.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Kwaaak!”

“Help me! Please help me!”

In front of hundreds of Sahagin who were all fighting in unison, I saw about 20 people on the altar being burned alive and becoming ritual sacrifices.

“what…”

It was a sight I could never have imagined, so I froze.

“Rigle—la! Kahal—!”

Perhaps because he was so focused on the ritual, the Sahagin shaman did not notice me and continued the ritual, swinging his bone staff.

“Kwaaah!”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

“Help me!”

“Aaaah! Me, I’m in a place like this…!”

The flame of the magic that burned them turned into dark red smoke and pooled unnaturally on the altar.

“Kkeeek! Kkeee!”

The Sahagin shaman laughed strangely and danced around.

The dark red smoke followed his dancing movements and at some point began to be sucked into his body.

“Kiieeee! Kahal—!”

The dark red energy that filled his body soon gathered on the back of his hand, clearly manifesting itself in the form of a tattoo.

Eyes staring intently at something.

“Kahal—! Kahal—!”

It must have been very happy to see the eye tattoo on the back of its hand, so it showed its sharp teeth and chanted a word whose meaning was unknown.

The humans who were sacrificed died without even leaving behind ashes.

Taaaang!

“Kkeek!?”

When I came to my senses, I had already fired between the eyes.

“this…!”

It was a conditioned and reflexive attack that even surprised me.

Was it because the sight of those damn fishmen sacrificing humans was unbearably disgusting?

Whatever it was, I couldn’t turn back, so I held on tightly to my gun.

First, kill the shaman first.

One shot won’t be enough, so let’s fire several times-

Push!

“…uh?”

Immediately after, I felt intense pain between my eyebrows and at the same time, blood flowed.

“what…?”

I unconsciously touched my forehead and thought it looked very similar to a gunshot wound.