29. Should I not pursue shoveling in dungeons (1)
After the sweet vacation, we started preparing to explore the dungeon in earnest.
Marinate hydra meat in salt to make salted meat, dry fish to make fish wrap, pick all edible fruits and dry them.
It was a continuous process of drying, soaking, smoking, and storing.
And…
“It’s amazing. Is this really alcohol?”
“Perhaps.”
I also made it because I remembered seeing x-tube a long time ago, so I don’t know if it will be real. Still, as I remembered sparsely, I cut fruit and soaked it in water, and added precious honey obtained from the forest instead of sugar. To be honest, I don’t know if this will really make alcohol.
It’s not like I’ve ever brewed alcohol, so I’m just going to hit it as soon as I can think of it.
If you succeed though, it will be of great help.
The existence of beverages that can be stored for a long time is indispensable in situations where hydration cannot be replenished.
It is not even known whether there is a place to replenish water in the dungeon right now, so I have to carry a lot of water. However, water has a shorter shelf life than expected.
It is not for nothing that there is an idiom that says that dead people are bound to rot.
If it takes 2-3 days at the most, the probability of it going bad is high, and even that is not low, depending on the environment of the dungeon. First of all, the ones popping out from there are slow, but one number is a terrible number of zombies. I don’t know how zombies are created when there are no people, but I think it’s a system like the dungeons in hunter waters I’ve seen in old web novels.
Since there is also a status window, we cannot deny the possibility that such a system actually exists.
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The way it regenerates inside the dungeon.
“How long does it take?”
“You should try it for at least a week.”
It could be longer, but since I’ve heard that fruit wine can be drunk in a week, it should take a week. The smell will be obvious anyway, so you can just sniff it.
“Gine.”
“There are some sakes that are aged for decades, so it’s not that long after all.”
There was an unconcealable anticipation in Lenny’s voice as he kept talking to me.
Do you like to drink?
Did I… Like it?
It’s been 10 years since I haven’t touched alcohol.
I don’t even know if I liked alcohol or not.
Although the memory of drinking with her friends remains faint, it is a faint memory that loses its color.
Soju bottle…What color was the soju bottle?
Blue? Green? Was it transparent?
I don’t remember.
What did the alcohol taste like?
We’ll know if the alcohol is really made.
I stopped thinking and carefully sealed the keg with the cloth I had prepared.
It’s not bad to brew sake, but I couldn’t just stick with it.
You have to check to see if the fruits that are lined up in the sun are drying well, and you have to luxuriously make tools with the bones of hydras, and you have to break the heads of rabbits that are growing like rats. It’s not a series of troublesome things, I have to do it if I want to make a living.
There is no such thing as welfare here.
“John, if you open the bottle…”
“Okay, go to work.”
How drunk are you?
Looking at Lenny’s excited steps, a smile comes out. The first tasting will be done by Lenny. It’s strong, so even if something goes wrong, it won’t die. Even if something goes wrong and we fall down, we have Hwa-ta, or Karina, that makes people who are on the brink of death normalized by drugs.
This is why I have to go to medical school.
There is no occupation as welcomed anywhere as a doctor.
…I have all sorts of weird thoughts because I feel relaxed.
No more random thoughts, let’s move quickly.
Now it’s time to check the dry fruits and go to the rabbit farm to break the necks of the lovely and cute bunnies.
I came out of the warehouse and saw the fruits drying little by little in the front yard, and then moved toward the forest.
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Hoo, today was a rewarding day.
Drink in the broth of the well-trimmed whole rabbit. The light, moderately salty soup went down my throat and warmed my body. Then, after scooping the meat with a spoon and chewing the meat in one bite, the fatigue accumulated throughout the day disappears at once. Also, the food is the best.
Among them, meals prepared by others are more.
“Should I spread some more?”
I nodded my head because I couldn’t answer with it in my mouth. Carina grinned and took the bowl I held out, then returned her bowl full of soup.
“What about Lenny?”
“I will solve it.”
“No. I’ll spread it. Lenny.”
Whenever that happens, Lenny doesn’t know what to do. It’s so funny.
Secretly strong against attacks, but weak against being attacked. I emptied her second bowl as a side dish when Lenny took the bowl shyly.
“Since I finished eating, I will go back to the studio for a while.”
“Yes. Bye!”
Come back. Why is the sound so good to hear?
After all, people shouldn’t live alone. At least I have to draw my face on a volleyball and live. ‘I like being alone!’ The only one living on an uninhabited island saying the same nonsense is a madman. If you live alone, there is only one of the two: either you go crazy and die before you go crazy.
I even made an Air friend and had a conversation.
“I’m just talking to myself.”
Yes, in the end it’s just talking to yourself.
Ask yourself and answer. Make jokes that don’t work I can’t stand loneliness if I don’t even joke with myself. How many times have I thought of suicide in the last 10 years?
Before I got old and sick, I used to think it would be better to kill myself before I had no strength to kill myself.
“It was good to be alive for 10 years…”
Tears come out naturally. Considering the hardships she had gone through, she could have thought she was in heaven now. Now I have no regrets even if I die… No, I have to go out and die on an uninhabited island. You shouldn’t have to look outside the uninhabited island. If you go out here, you can see the world of survival academy that I used to think sometimes.
…But the problem is that the world is almost doomed.
“Let’s do some work soon.”
I looked down at the hydra bones on the workbench. Hydra fangs. I don’t know if it’s really a fang, but it’s called a hydra’s tooth for convenience. Make a weapon out of this
“Production.”
Huge fangs that are as long as my arms length take shape, transforming here and there like clay. Since the original body was a huge tooth, it would take quite a while to transform. I crossed my arms and leisurely watched the process of changing fangs.
Because I have to fine-tune it to process it into the shape I want.
It took about 5 minutes, and the fangs took the shape of a little, no, a lot of clumsy shovel.
The handle is bumpy, and the blade of the shovel is not straight. When you reach the handle part, it is jagged as if your hand will be torn if you hold it.
After all, is it difficult to complete it all at once?
“Production.”
Little,
“Production.”
A little more…
It was only after using the skill five times that it came out with a shape that was roughly similar to the shovel I was using. It was a little bigger than before… But at this point, it was within the acceptable range.
“…Let’s try it.”
I made a new weapon, so why not test it? I immediately left the workshop and walked to the borders of my territory, which now serve only as a defensive line.
“…Before exploring the dungeon, I think we should clean up the zombies in the forest.”
Apparently, they almost blocked the entrance of the dungeon with acidic poison and swept it away, but they are knocking on the outer wall again. Is that bastard’s nose alive? How else do you know this place and come like a ghost?
Come to think of it, do these bastards come this far and knock on the wall?
It’s not close to the dungeon, and I’m not making noise, so why knock on the wall? Zombies don’t have good noses like dogs. I couldn’t figure out why. It’s like knowing my existence and coming to kill me…
…Uh, no wait.
Those zombies… Come to think of it, they all look alike.
They looked like monsters from a game. After 10 years of busy living, I felt a sense of incongruity that I noticed belatedly, so I stopped and thought.
The bear boss.
Hydra baby.
Zombies in the dungeon.
Could it be that there exists an intelligent body equivalent to a Hydra inside that dungeon? Could it be that he keeps sending zombies here? Then, if you can’t do it, you can understand the situation where zombies walk from a distance of about an hour, fall into a trap, and the survivors knock on the wall.
It was a question I had never thought of before.
“…Catch one or two of those who cause noise pollution in the night and dissect them.”
If you dissect it, you might be able to catch some clues.
I’m reluctant to dissect something that was neither an animal nor a human, but I still have to do it. After all, dismembering corpses was my daily routine. If you think of it as an extension of that, it’s not particularly strange.
“On this damn island, new things come out every day.”
I sighed deeply and fixed the shovel.