Chapter 7: Chapter 7: A Booby Encounter

I woke up once more. I’m not sure if it’s morning or night outside, but I’ve decided to put my faith in the internal clock of my body. My body felt heavy. After all of that sudden and intense exercise the day before, I suppose that’s normal.

 

I looked around to see who was there and found the girl who was tightly hugging my left arm. Fuck, did I roll over onto her side in my sleep yet again? I took another look around, and this time I noticed that her sleeping mat was in my line of sight. 

 

That indicated that I hadn’t made my way over to her side and that it was actually the other way around. Perhaps she was frightened or was having a nightmare. I paid it no mind. It doesn’t really matter to me. The scalding heat emanating from her body had diminished completely. I can begin extracting intel from her.

 

I’ve made the conscious decision to get up and move around, but my legs are in pain. I could hardly keep my balance while walking. 

 

The pain in my back, shoulders, chest, and legs is excruciating. I was in deep and constant pain, and I was also losing strength, so it was difficult to walk, but I forced myself to do it anyway.

 

I went through a number of different doors and corridors in an effort to locate the orc that was responsible for bringing me here. I could use a breath of fresh air. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to track him down.

 

“Hey, do you mind if I go outside for a couple of hours?” I asked the orc leader.

 

“O...kay... Fo..llow... me...” It replied. 

 

The orc escorted me out of the building and led me in the direction of the cave that we had explored the day before. In the exact same manner as before, he raised his green orb to unlock the doors. We made our way out of the cave. “I... will... re... turn... here... as... planned...”

 

I moved forward and waved my hand beside me as a gesture of a temporary farewell. I made my way further into the woods by running. I checked to make sure there was nobody around before opening my inventory and donning the Tamer set.

 

[Notifications]

─ Forgotten Scholar’s Earring(1) has been equipped.

─ Forgotten Scholar’s Earring(2) has been equipped.

─ Heron’s Ring has been equipped.

─ Cloak of the Dragon Tamer has been equipped.

─ Armored Crocodile Coat has been equipped.

─ Fang of the Black Dragon has been equipped.

─ Mask of Uncontrollable Evil has been equipped.

─ Apocalypse Manticore Pants has been equipped.

─ Shoes of the Lost Traveller has been equipped.

─ Crescent Moon Gloves has been equipped.

─ Crescent Moon Spear has been equipped.

 

After I had equipped every piece of gear, it was as if they had magically materialized on my person. Even the Forgotten Scholar’s Earring showed up, despite the fact that I didn’t have any ear holes in the first place.

 

I had to admit this set has a pretty remarkable aesthetic appeal, but what was even more remarkable was how incredibly comfortable it was. I had been warned about how unpleasant wearing medieval armor could be, so I was prepared for the worst; however, my experience was better than I could have imagined.

 

The Cloak of the Dragon Tamer had the appearance of a hoodie, but it extended all the way down to the wearer’s ankles and covered their entire bodies. The back of the cloak displayed a glowing golden mark that appeared to be an emblem of some kind, while the rest of the cloak gave off a menacing black smoke.  

 

On the other hand, the Armored Crocodile Coat was reminiscent of a jacket in the style of a military uniform and featured pockets throughout. It was a dark navy blue in color. On the outside, it had a grainy and solid texture, but on the inside, it was as smooth and cottony as possible.

 

The Apocalypse Manticore Pants were similar in appearance to thick pants that had a metal plate on the knee of each leg. Inexplicably, there was a tail accessory attached to the pants. Why?! What was the point of the fucking tail????? Is the person who made this dying of dementia?

 

And as if that wasn’t already frustrating enough, the Shoes of the Lost Traveller aren’t even a pair of shoes at all. The person responsible for naming this item should eat a rat poison sandwich because it’s a goddamn pair of boots. The inside of the boots was made of leather, but the exterior was covered in a material that looked like steel.

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What else? Oh yeah, the Fang of the Black Dragon was a necklace. A dark object that resembled teeth was seen dangling from its thread.

 

I was under the impression that the Mask of Uncontrollable Evil would cover my entire face, but instead, it was only a half mask. The mouth and nose were the only parts of the face that were concealed with the mask. It had a sinister appearance, with teeth protruding from the mask in a menacing fashion. Imagine someone ripping their lips apart so that you can see all of their teeth and their face stuck in an eternal grin; this is similar to that, except that it’s a mask. 

 

The fact that it does not cover the upper part of the face renders it somewhat useless; however, the Cloak of the Dragon Tamer should be able to successfully conceal the upper part of my face in its entirety. It also adheres to the face without the use of any adhesive or rubber string, which is strange; however, given that this world is structured similarly to a game, I probably shouldn’t question it too much. 

 

I was making my way around the area with the spear in my hand, trying to get a feel for it, when all of a sudden, the ground split open.

 

I activated Odin’s Sight out of reflex to quicken the rate at which I perceived things. I managed to stop myself from falling even further by driving the spear into the ground beside me. 

 

Goddamnit. A booby trap. Was this meant for wild animals? When I looked down, I noticed that the ground underneath me was prickly and had sharp spikes sticking out of it. 

 

Fucking hell. If I were to find the bloody bastard who put this here, I would pull those spikes out of the ground, ram them up their asses, and watch them bleed to death as I stood back and enjoyed the spectacle.

 

As I worked my way back up to the top, I became aware of sounds in the distance. It was an unfamiliar sound. It sounds almost exactly like a mouse squeaking, but not quite.

 

I raised my head and looked up, and there were three monsters staring down at me. 

 

“Goddamn it! So it was you!” I yelled as I jumped upwards after placing my feet on the spear. I reached out and grabbed the edge of the cliff, then pushed myself further up it. My body was flooded with adrenaline, which caused the pain in my muscles to subside. The goblins made an attempt to flee, but I tackled one of them before they could make it completely away from me.

 

We rolled over in the grass as it struggled to get away from me. I choked its neck with one hand and readied the other to poke its eye when suddenly, the goblin picked up a rock and threw it at my face with considerable speed.

 

“Fucking-”

 

I had Odin’s Sight active, so I caught the rock with the other hand and yelled, “You think you’re better than me, huh? Fucking son of a bitch!” before utilizing the same hand to deliver a rage-enhanced 12-6 elbow strike to its face, which resulted in the breaking of its nose.

 

I loosened my grip on its neck, and it let out a loud gasp as it opened its mouth and desperately tried to breathe while its chest was hyperventilating from being choked. Before it could close its mouth, I immediately slammed the rock into its mouth and followed that up with an uppercut to clamp its mouth shut.

 

I opened my inventory and equipped the degraded knife. The sharpness of its edge had diminished after repeated use. It couldn’t possibly be better.

 

“You little piece of shit, I’m going to gut you like a fish!” I yelled out in rage as I tightened my grip on its neck once more, this time positioning the knife on its throat, pushing and pulling the dull knife in and out of its target’s throat multiple times. I was able to detect the acrid, almost metallic aroma of blood in the air, and to be honest; I even had the impression that I could taste it, despite the fact that my mouth had not come into contact with the blood at any point.

 

The monster struggled, thrashing its arms and legs wildly against one another. It brought back memories of the first time I had cut open the neck of a live chicken. It struggled furiously, flailing its wings and violently shaking its body, but it was helpless as it slowly lost blood. It was unable to do anything. It started to become weaker and weaker until I could feel its life slipping away from me. 

 

I loosened my grip on its neck and withdrew my bloody hand from the monster’s neck. It had stopped breathing. But my rage hadn’t subsided just yet, so I lifted its body off the ground and raised it overhead before dropping it to the ground and executing a flying knee strike to the back of it. It was a combination of Pendulum Backbreaker, a Wrestling technique, and Kao Loi, the flying knee strike from Muay Thai,

 

I continued to use the same attack over and over again until the creature’s body was twisted into an unnatural position. As soon as I was finished, I threw the body into the air and hit the head of the monster with a soccer kick while it was still in midair. This caused the body of the monster to fly into the booby trap. It had its corpse impaled by one of the spikes. I did not intend for that to happen, but as Bob Ross said, it’s a happy accident.

 

I twisted my neck and gazed in the direction where the goblins ran away. I gave chase to them while keeping Odin’s Sight activated and looked for footprints and other markings in the grass near where they had been walking. The Odin’s Sight does not detect color, but it is capable of identifying shapes in its surroundings. When compared to the grass around it, the patch of grass that they stepped on displayed a distinct difference in texture and appearance when viewed through Odin’s Sight. 

 

“It’s fucking personal now. I’m coming for you, you pieces of shit.” 

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