Volume 5 - CH 20
Act 5-20: Wicked Plan
Inside the barricade, on the ground that turned reddish-brown, the crude buildings with straw roofs were lined up together.
The estimated numbers were no more than a few hundreds. Scale wise, it was the same as a hamlet or village in the human realm.
「Not a single soul eh.」
The hooded man said so while he looked at the surrounding houses and,
「I expect them to fire their arrows by using houses as their shield but, there really isn’t a single soul in this place.」
Mohi, the black-haired man with mohican hair cut replied so.
「This is most likely a trap.」
「Guess so.」
The composed look on Koukin, the hooded man’s face, took a sudden turn upon that realization as he unsheathed his long sword, walking carefully while observing his surroundings.
The other party was definitely a monster. But, it didn’t mean that he would let his guard down knowing the unknown abilities of the other party. Anyone who dares to do that in this situation has already met their maker. In a certain meaning, that was something akin to the unwritten rules of survival among Mohi and co.
""
That’s why Mohi also unsheathed his knife, walking carefully beside Koukin.
「…」
After walking for a few meters, Koukin stopped on his track when Mohi raised his right hand.
Reason being he saw the mark of something dug up on the red soil. Moreover, the traces indicated that it was out there just recently. There was only one possible explanation for this.
Mohi took a stone, and threw it toward the dug up soil.
Whe ground caved in the moment the stone landed on it. In that place was a hole big enough for two or three people.
「Hah! Pitfall eh. Are they really thing that such crude trap going to work on us? Well, they’re just monsters, after all.」
「It’s not that bad I think. Greenhorns would surely fell for this trap.」
Koukin sneered as he said so.
Raising their guard against them was a waste of time after all. I guess this was the best those monsters could come up with. Even if they could be reasoned with, they’re just bunch of idiots. If this was all they could come with, we could harvest them real quick then.
Mohi jumped casually on that childish trap while twirling the knife in his hand and humming lightly.
Koukin returned his sword into its sheath as he walked over the trap with sneer on his face.
Apparently, the most conspicious mansion in the centre of the village was something like the mansion of the boss of the monster, and when they entered together with several other group―― From Sad Terror group.
「You came too eh.」
The young thief with blonde hair from a different team called out to them with a troubled face. They were the team who was supposed to infiltrate the village from the south, the opposite direction from which Mohi and co came from.
「No way, you guys also couldn’t find anyone?」
「Yeah, not even one.」
Properly speaking, that was really strange situation indeed. And everyone felt the same way.
The scout from Sad Terror infiltrated the village from the eight direction, they were heading toward the centre of the village. If there really isn’t a single person found there, it means that the village has been abandoned.
「Since they ain’t in this place, have they by chance, escaped? If that’s the case, what’s the use of that barricade then?」
「I expect that few of them will remain to let the others escape.」
「Dammit! Those monster has tricked us!!」
The blonde youth kicked the chair, sending it flying till it crashed on the wall.
「What are we going to do then, Mohi?」
""
Koukin asked Mohi about their next course of action.
「Well, let se— Uhm?」
When Mohi touched his chin, pondering about their next course of action, his nose suddenly moved.
He remembered smelling something similar in the past.
He tried to remember the smell while sniffing the smell in the air.
「Oi, do you hear me!?」
Koukin asking again in frustation.
「Aah, can you shut up for a moment!? I am trying to recall this smell!」
Mohi shouted back at Koukin with irritated voice.
「You bastard…」
Koukin stood up angrily upon hearing Mohi’s curse at him and grabbed the latter by his collar.
Ah right, let’s just ask this guy.
「Hey, what do you think of this smell?」
「Fragrance?」
Koukin’s eyebrows frowned as he asked so,
「Yeah, this sweet fragrance.」
When he replied so while raising his index finger――
「M-M-MONSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!」
The bald headed thief who kept his silence until now, suddenly unsheathed his sword and slashed at the blonde haired thief while raising such a scream.
A while later, he suddenly recalled one of his old memories while looking dumbfoundedly at his fellow thief who fell on his back and died after receiving a long and deep diagonal slash on his body.
That memory was the exchange between Sad Terror and a dead poison user.
Yes. This fragrance is――
「GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, NOW! THIS IS THE FRAGRANCE OF DREAM GRASS!」
The moment he shouted those words while dodging the slash of the bald-headed fellow thief who kept swinging his sword in half crazed state, Mohi hurriedly ran toward the entrance of the building.
He literally rolling out of the building.
「W-What a terrifying plan!」
Then, he noticed that the one who came up with this kind of trap wouldn’t be so naive as to only prepare one of such trap.
He then realized that the area around them had already filled with that sweet fragrance. When dream grass received a certain treatment, its hard shell would become brittle and could be crushed so easily with light shock, scattering invisible pollen in the surrounding air which had the effect of inducing a potent hallucination to anyone who inhales it. Now he knew that the pitfall that they destroyed, and sneered at must be filled with dream grass. And the maker of the trap intentionally used psychological tactic to induce them to destroy the crudely made pitfall, thereupon scattering dream grass’ pollen in the air.
Large amount of pollen got scattered in the air once the dream grass received even a light shock. That was the most scary part about dream grass.
「Oi, are you sure that we don’t have to stop him!?」
Mohi asked Koukin who left the building which had already been filled with maniacal scream.
「It’s already too late for him! Stop breathing right now if you don’t want to die!」
Koukin concluded that the inside of the building had already filled with the pollen of the dream grass. The one who arrived had already smelled the fragrance of death. Mohi and co was really lucky since they left as soon as they entered that building.
「…」
Mohi observed Koukin and saw the latter nodded, and agreed with him to escape to a safe place. A dense amount of pollen came out from the pitfall. It was so dense to the point that they might be affected immediately if they stopped and inhaled the pollen by accident. If that happened, they would become crippled.
（DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!）
Koukin kept running which cursing in his heart.
Naive. No, the reason I failed is because I’m too naive and ended up grouping the other party in the same rank as monsters. Surely, being able to come up with this plan means that they’re not just monsters with meager intelligence.
That trap was indeed a psychological trap aimed exactly at that kind of expectation. It was a trap which exactly predicted that Mohi and co would definitely demolish the trap once they saw them.
In the first place, dream grass is an extremely dangerous good that makes anyone who knows its effect to dispose of it immediately. It was a crazy plan which used the entire village as the trap itself.
（Wait, could it be that there’s more to this trap!?）
They kept running while holding their breath. The pain while doing so was simply unimaginable.
「UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!」
Suddenly, Koukin’s scream rose up from behind, and the presence behind him vanished.
（Dammit!）
He clicked his tongue as his worst expectation had come true, Mohi was done for.
“They might’ve prepared another kind of trap. Naturally, it must be a perfect, traceless trap this time.” Said Mohi inside, the reason why Mohi could dodge the trap was simply because his gift had something to do with treasure.
（Are you fu*cking kidding me!）
The magicians were already few in number or the vanguard, and now Koukin, had already died. Not to mention that he still had to face the other party who could come up with such a devilish plan. His heart keep telling him to crush his pride an escape from this place like a defeated dog――
「GUH!」
The moment he stepped on the ground which was the only safe landing place among the pitfall, he felt an impact on his chest. That moment, he felt an intense pain, as if his spine was hit by scorching metal.
（What is… This?）
He wiped the blood that flowed out from the tip of his lips, looked down on his chest, and saw a spear skewered through it.
The next moment, a violent impact hit his head, dyeing Mohi’s consciousness in pure white.
Inside the barricade, on the ground that turned reddish-brown, the crude buildings with straw roofs were lined up together.
The estimated numbers were no more than a few hundreds. Scale wise, it was the same as a hamlet or village in the human realm.
「Not a single soul eh.」
The hooded man said so while he looked at the surrounding houses and,
「I expect them to fire their arrows by using houses as their shield but, there really isn’t a single soul in this place.」
Mohi, the black-haired man with mohican hair cut replied so.
「This is most likely a trap.」
「Guess so.」
The composed look on Koukin, the hooded man’s face, took a sudden turn upon that realization as he unsheathed his long sword, walking carefully while observing his surroundings.
The other party was definitely a monster. But, it didn’t mean that he would let his guard down knowing the unknown abilities of the other party. Anyone who dares to do that in this situation has already met their maker. In a certain meaning, that was something akin to the unwritten rules of survival among Mohi and co.
""
That’s why Mohi also unsheathed his knife, walking carefully beside Koukin.
「…」
After walking for a few meters, Koukin stopped on his track when Mohi raised his right hand.
Reason being he saw the mark of something dug up on the red soil. Moreover, the traces indicated that it was out there just recently. There was only one possible explanation for this.
Mohi took a stone, and threw it toward the dug up soil.
Whe ground caved in the moment the stone landed on it. In that place was a hole big enough for two or three people.
「Hah! Pitfall eh. Are they really thing that such crude trap going to work on us? Well, they’re just monsters, after all.」
「It’s not that bad I think. Greenhorns would surely fell for this trap.」
Koukin sneered as he said so.
Raising their guard against them was a waste of time after all. I guess this was the best those monsters could come up with. Even if they could be reasoned with, they’re just bunch of idiots. If this was all they could come with, we could harvest them real quick then.
Mohi jumped casually on that childish trap while twirling the knife in his hand and humming lightly.
Koukin returned his sword into its sheath as he walked over the trap with sneer on his face.
Apparently, the most conspicious mansion in the centre of the village was something like the mansion of the boss of the monster, and when they entered together with several other group―― From Sad Terror group.
「You came too eh.」
The young thief with blonde hair from a different team called out to them with a troubled face. They were the team who was supposed to infiltrate the village from the south, the opposite direction from which Mohi and co came from.
「No way, you guys also couldn’t find anyone?」
「Yeah, not even one.」
Properly speaking, that was really strange situation indeed. And everyone felt the same way.
The scout from Sad Terror infiltrated the village from the eight direction, they were heading toward the centre of the village. If there really isn’t a single person found there, it means that the village has been abandoned.
「Since they ain’t in this place, have they by chance, escaped? If that’s the case, what’s the use of that barricade then?」
「I expect that few of them will remain to let the others escape.」
「Dammit! Those monster has tricked us!!」
The blonde youth kicked the chair, sending it flying till it crashed on the wall.
「What are we going to do then, Mohi?」
""
Koukin asked Mohi about their next course of action.
「Well, let se— Uhm?」
When Mohi touched his chin, pondering about their next course of action, his nose suddenly moved.
He remembered smelling something similar in the past.
He tried to remember the smell while sniffing the smell in the air.
「Oi, do you hear me!?」
Koukin asking again in frustation.
「Aah, can you shut up for a moment!? I am trying to recall this smell!」
Mohi shouted back at Koukin with irritated voice.
「You bastard…」
Koukin stood up angrily upon hearing Mohi’s curse at him and grabbed the latter by his collar.
Ah right, let’s just ask this guy.
「Hey, what do you think of this smell?」
「Fragrance?」
Koukin’s eyebrows frowned as he asked so,
「Yeah, this sweet fragrance.」
When he replied so while raising his index finger――
「M-M-MONSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!」
The bald headed thief who kept his silence until now, suddenly unsheathed his sword and slashed at the blonde haired thief while raising such a scream.
A while later, he suddenly recalled one of his old memories while looking dumbfoundedly at his fellow thief who fell on his back and died after receiving a long and deep diagonal slash on his body.
That memory was the exchange between Sad Terror and a dead poison user.
Yes. This fragrance is――
「GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, NOW! THIS IS THE FRAGRANCE OF DREAM GRASS!」
The moment he shouted those words while dodging the slash of the bald-headed fellow thief who kept swinging his sword in half crazed state, Mohi hurriedly ran toward the entrance of the building.
He literally rolling out of the building.
「W-What a terrifying plan!」
Then, he noticed that the one who came up with this kind of trap wouldn’t be so naive as to only prepare one of such trap.
He then realized that the area around them had already filled with that sweet fragrance. When dream grass received a certain treatment, its hard shell would become brittle and could be crushed so easily with light shock, scattering invisible pollen in the surrounding air which had the effect of inducing a potent hallucination to anyone who inhales it. Now he knew that the pitfall that they destroyed, and sneered at must be filled with dream grass. And the maker of the trap intentionally used psychological tactic to induce them to destroy the crudely made pitfall, thereupon scattering dream grass’ pollen in the air.
Large amount of pollen got scattered in the air once the dream grass received even a light shock. That was the most scary part about dream grass.
「Oi, are you sure that we don’t have to stop him!?」
Mohi asked Koukin who left the building which had already been filled with maniacal scream.
「It’s already too late for him! Stop breathing right now if you don’t want to die!」
Koukin concluded that the inside of the building had already filled with the pollen of the dream grass. The one who arrived had already smelled the fragrance of death. Mohi and co was really lucky since they left as soon as they entered that building.
「…」
Mohi observed Koukin and saw the latter nodded, and agreed with him to escape to a safe place. A dense amount of pollen came out from the pitfall. It was so dense to the point that they might be affected immediately if they stopped and inhaled the pollen by accident. If that happened, they would become crippled.
（DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!）
Koukin kept running which cursing in his heart.
Naive. No, the reason I failed is because I’m too naive and ended up grouping the other party in the same rank as monsters. Surely, being able to come up with this plan means that they’re not just monsters with meager intelligence.
That trap was indeed a psychological trap aimed exactly at that kind of expectation. It was a trap which exactly predicted that Mohi and co would definitely demolish the trap once they saw them.
In the first place, dream grass is an extremely dangerous good that makes anyone who knows its effect to dispose of it immediately. It was a crazy plan which used the entire village as the trap itself.
（Wait, could it be that there’s more to this trap!?）
They kept running while holding their breath. The pain while doing so was simply unimaginable.
「UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!」
Suddenly, Koukin’s scream rose up from behind, and the presence behind him vanished.
（Dammit!）
He clicked his tongue as his worst expectation had come true, Mohi was done for.
“They might’ve prepared another kind of trap. Naturally, it must be a perfect, traceless trap this time.” Said Mohi inside, the reason why Mohi could dodge the trap was simply because his gift had something to do with treasure.
（Are you fu*cking kidding me!）
The magicians were already few in number or the vanguard, and now Koukin, had already died. Not to mention that he still had to face the other party who could come up with such a devilish plan. His heart keep telling him to crush his pride an escape from this place like a defeated dog――
「GUH!」
The moment he stepped on the ground which was the only safe landing place among the pitfall, he felt an impact on his chest. That moment, he felt an intense pain, as if his spine was hit by scorching metal.
（What is… This?）
He wiped the blood that flowed out from the tip of his lips, looked down on his chest, and saw a spear skewered through it.
The next moment, a violent impact hit his head, dyeing Mohi’s consciousness in pure white.
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