30. Shouldn’t I pursue shoveling in dungeons?(2)
“Looking at it this way, I don’t know…”
Using the zombies protesting beyond the wall as a test bed for a new shovel, catching one zombie and cutting off its limbs to immobilize it for 10 minutes to observe.
I don’t know either.
I expected that if this was a zombie created by someone, there would be marks or marks somewhere on the body, but unfortunately, no strange marks were found on the rotten and damaged skin.
Oh, I don’t really want to dissect it.
To dissect that terrible thing is self-torture.
It’s terrible because if you cut open the stomach, the maggots will come out. No matter how much I lived on worms for 10 years, maggots are a whole other matter. What kind of madman would want to eat maggots from a rotting corpse.
…I still have to do it.
I wrapped a cloth over my face and slit open the dismembered zombie with a shovel. As expected, when the stomach was opened, white maggots wriggled out of the intestines. You may not have seen a sight like this once or twice, but that doesn’t mean you can see it casually.
Digging with a shovel isn’t good enough, do you have any useful twigs?
Oh, you can use this.
I took a fairly long stick from nearby and stabbed the zombie in the stomach. Every time I poked my stomach, a green liquid spurted out as if I had to shower for hours to get rid of the smell. Is this liquid filled inside the intestines? I’m not a doctor, so I don’t know what this green liquid is. At best, it’s full of stuff like this.
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Seeing that it came out no matter where it was stabbed, I had a reasonable suspicion that this was blood. No matter where you stab it, only blood comes out. Of course, it could just be poison, but…
“…What are you doing here?”
There’s no way something will come out if you cut open the stomach and push the intestines with a tree branch to check the contents.
What a prickly bastard.
I dug up the ground with a shovel and rolled the zombies into it. The rotten zombies, who couldn’t be used as manure, groaned and looked at me, as if asking to be taken out, but I responded by putting dirt into my open mouth.
“Do I have to dissect other corpses?”
It seems like I can think of something.
An easier way…Ah.
You can just bring Karina and ask her. Since she’s a saint, if there’s some kind of psychopathic power acting on zombies, she’ll know right away. So have I been fooling around?
No, I finished the shovel performance test anyway, so I did my job.
I sighed and turned around.
Let’s go back home and bring Karina.
I went straight home and took Carina and Lenny back to the zombie pit. Carina sticks her head out toward the inside of the pit I pointed to, and she immediately shuts her mouth and backs her up.
“Oops…”
“Lady Karina? Are you okay?”
After all, is it a bit of a terrible visual to show to Karina? It’s kind of like showing a corpse covered in dismembered intestines and a green liquid that smells worse than the food waste that has stained the surroundings. It’s not just an ordinary corpse, it’s physiologically very important to show a corpse that looks more horrific than a drowned body blown into the water.
“Since you don’t have to watch it, I want you to confirm one thing. Do you feel a strange aura?”
At my words, Karina nodded her head with her bluish face.
“…Yes. Yes, I can feel the bad vibes. The aura that only comes from a black mage…”
…Write. I guess there really is something in the dungeon. It’s strange that there are zombies like this in a land without people. It’s too real to be a world that works like a game.
“…I don’t like it.”
I really didn’t like the feeling that the more I dug into the dungeon, the more questions piled up.
What is the identity of this island, what is inside the dungeon, and what is the identity of the whirlpool surrounding this island?
Will all my doubts be cleared when we reach the bottom of the dungeon?
If any questions remain unanswered,
If you can’t get out of this island,
What should I do then?
With a complicated mind in mind, I told the two of them.
“Let’s go back for now.”
I filled the pit with a shovel. The zombie, who struggled with his mouth blocked by the dirt, was quickly buried in the dirt and became quiet.
I stepped on the way home with the two of them looking at me strangely.
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I transferred food by type into the newly made pouch. A bag of dried fruit. A bag of dried meat. Two sacks of salted hydra meat, not sure if it’s a lump of salt or meat. This amount alone provides enough food for a week.
Of course, on the premise that you only eat a certain amount.
The reason I only took this was because I was planning to explore with the goal of entering the dungeon.
First of all, you should make a rough estimate at the beginning so you can check the amount of items you need.
Wiping out all the dungeon areas and making a plausible camp was also quietly included in the plan list. You can’t repeat a house in a dungeon, a house in a dungeon every time.
When exploring anything, you have to set up a camp nearby and be able to move around comfortably. Of course, the zombies think it’s Halloween at night and jump out without notice and sing the Halloween special song Thriller, but we just have to call our names proudly.
Even if those bastards attack in hundreds, we still have Karina, our ultimate weapon.
We just said, “What can you do! All you have to do is shout “What can you do other than be purified while grumbling!”
“Yo, John?”
“What happened…Why are you looking at me like that?”
“That, you say everything with your mouth…”
Karina averted her gaze as she awkwardly raised the corners of her mouth to her face. As soon as I heard Karina’s words, I avoided her gaze with a puzzled expression. Lenny’s eyes sting.
Ah, choking.
It hurts me so much to see the maddeningly awkward air running around us, urging us to say something. But do I need to do this? I’m not really insulting anyone.
Confident, I put the food bags together with a calm expression and put them into the hydra leather backpack I made with great enthusiasm.
The backpack, made of a material that would be worth the money if it was put up for sale, greedily swallowed food and leather bags filled with water.
This is Lenny’s.
“Lenny, take this bag.”
“You?”
“This is my bag.”
I pointed with my thumb at the size of a general’s bag that I had to wear every time I marched in the Republic of Korea Army. Inside were household items to be placed at the camp, a newly made Ohhamma, and carefully sealed poison powder. All of them were taken from mushrooms. The poison might not work on zombies and skeletons, but there was a possibility that other monsters existed besides them, so there’s nothing wrong with taking them.
“John. Isn’t my bag too small?”
Karina asked me, pointing to a bag that was about twice the size of her handbag. There was a little guilt and burden on her face.
She’s so sorry the bottom she doesn’t have to face.
Since entering a dungeon is a role that requires constant use of magic, it is better to pack lightly. Actually, considering the role, I could just go empty-handed, but I was afraid that I would be sorry, so I deliberately packed my things and left it there.
“It’s okay.”
“But…”
“You have an important role, so you just have to do it well.”
“Yes… I will work hard!”
It is lovely to see her holding her hands tightly and making up her mind. After all, a beauty looks lovely and cute no matter what she does. She’s glad it’s Karina who came adrift on this island. If she had been a black man, she would have buried her by now.
She, of course, even if she really did, she would have somehow saved herself and used it as her labor force or not.
“John? That…”
Ah.
“…Let’s start right away.”
I quickly grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
I heard the voices of Karina and Lenny following me in a hurry to wait behind me, but I pretended not to hear them and continued to walk forward.
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Too many.
I blew the 59th zombie’s head with a shovel and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
With our animal friends gone to deal with zombies for us, it felt like the genre had changed from the animal kingdom to some cheap horror survival indie game.
Come to think of it, they are similar.
Crafting, building, killing zombies, mining, etc. After a while, the suicide bomber might come out.
“John! It looks like this area has been cleaned up!”
“Okay! Be wary of your surroundings! I will make a camp!”
Let’s see, let’s take a quick estimate.
I’m going to use the empty lot near the dungeon as a base and make a camp that zombies can’t enter. If you build a structure that climbs up a ladder, it will be easier to respond in case of emergency, so build a pillar and make a camp on it…
“Too noisy to sleep.”
This is why the house should be built in a non-station area, not a station area.
It is not for nothing that the wealthy live huddled together in non-stationary areas.
“It would be better to just completely block the dungeon entrance.”
If you can’t sleep because of the noise, solving the cause of the noise is the ideal solution. I called Karina to use holy magic, the natural enemy of all undead, and piled the ingredients near the puddle in front of the dungeon entrance and waited.
“Dear Calon…”
The effect is amazing.
Karina will be able to fall asleep just by listening to it. As soon as she started reciting the prayer, the zombies responded immediately. All at once, the zombies were burned by pure white flames, then turned into a handful of ash and scattered in the wind. If it was going to be like this, did you need to move your body so fast? Just like Karina said, I should have swept it all at once with divine magic.
Was it a mistake to save too much because it was a valuable manpower?
I don’t know. Start early and get some rest.
“Production.”
With the power of a saint, build a bridge over a puddle where poison and zombies have disappeared. The trees and soil piled up nearby began to wriggle and take shape, beginning to take the shape of a bridge.
I’m not familiar with the arch construction method, so I’m not familiar with architecture, so it’s just a sturdy stone bridge.
It’s not going to be used for thousands of years anyway, and it only needs to be fine until the dungeon exploration is over, so there’s no need to bother and figure out what kind of construction method it is.
“Production.”
Blocking the forest entrance with walls of earth and stones, eliminating any exits… I made a suitable-sized door and inserted it into the space between the walls.
If this is the case, monsters won’t come out of the dungeon and it will be quiet, right?
As a test, I put my ear to the door and listen to the sound beyond the door. From the other side of the door came only very faint cries.
Mmm. Good.
Now it’s time to set up camp.
I went back to the vacant lot and placed the ingredients as I had estimated and activated the skill.
“Production.”
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What is the greatness of skill?
A two-story wooden building that would have taken an ordinary person several days to appear in the middle of the vacant lot. Carina and Lenny looked up at the building with exclamations of exclamation from their mouths, probably surprised by my excellent architectural skills.
Among the two people who were just exclamations, Karina was the first to speak to me.
It must be a compliment…
“John. But how do we go up?”
Ah.
I forgot the ladder.