Chapter 23 Layout
In the faint gray mist, Lumian woke up.
He immediately turned over and got out of bed, went straight to the window, and looked outside.
The mountain peak, made of brownish-red stones and reddish-brown soil, stood quietly in the wilderness as usual.
Although it is only twenty or thirty meters high, it gives people the feeling of being inserted into the clouds and connecting with the sky, so much so that Lumian subconsciously uses the word "mountain peak" to describe it.
At its feet, the collapsed buildings in various states formed a circle on the wilderness, layer by layer.
"From the perspective of body structure, the monster with a shotgun on its back must be good at running and jumping, and at the same time has a certain IQ and can use a relatively complex weapon such as a shotgun......
"It has very strong tracking capabilities......
"Not sure if it has some supernatural abilities like Aurora......
「……」
Details about the target came to Lumian's mind.
He preliminarily judged that if he really wanted to confront the monster with a shotgun on his back, the probability of being killed was as high as 90%, if he tried to use the special on his body, he would die faster, because once he entered meditation, he could put himself in a dying state, and the opponent only needed a simple blow to complete the harvest.
In addition to not being able to confront head-on, sneak attacks and assassinations are not within Lumian's consideration - this is based on the tracking ability shown by the other party, he is likely not to be able to truly hide his figure, so he cannot do a sneak attack, and the second is that he does not have a long-range weapon, even if he just gives him a revolver, he will not be so embarrassed now.
In the past two days, Lumian has repeatedly thought about how to deal with the monster, and finally can only think of one way:
Take advantage of the traps!
He once went deep into the mountains with the hunters in the village, learned how to set some simple traps, and then became proficient in a few pranks.
Lumian originally thought of using the oil at home, for example, put them in a large bucket without a lid, put them in a hidden high place, tie them with a rope, and when the target came, immediately pull the rope to let the bucket overflow, splashing the other party covered in oil, and then take the opportunity to throw a lit torch over.
But after consideration, he gave up this idea again.
On the premise that the monster shows strong tracking ability, its sense of smell must be fully overestimated!
The smell of oil is quite obvious.
And if it was covered up by other strong smells, Lumian was not sure whether the other party would change his countermeasures, whether he would be able to distinguish even the slightest mistake like a wild dog.
In the end, he chose to dig a deep pit and bury the piles.
There is also a certain problem with this: with the tracking ability shown by the monster, it has a high probability of detecting anomalies in advance and seeing through traps.
Lumian's response is to find a way to reduce its defensefulness and take advantage of the misunderstandings of thinking.
To put it simply, he can only hope that he can suppress the opponent in terms of IQ and take advantage of his greatest advantage as a human being when his weapons are not as good as the goal.
"At least from last time, it has a certain IQ but not too high......" Lumian comforted himself in his heart.
Of course, he would not despise that monster because of this, he planned to put the other party's IQ at the level of a normal person.
The benchmark figure is Pons. Bene.
"No, that guy is so stupid, if he hadn't had so many thugs, I would have asked him to kneel down and call Dad." Lumian thought for a moment and cautiously raised his expectations for the monster, "Well, treat it like a priest who has never read a book."
He looked out the window again, his eyes fixed on the wilderness between his home and the ruins.
It is closer to the "safe zone" and is the safest for him, but the lack of coverage and unobstructed view is really not suitable for "ambush".
"It's no problem to dig traps, if you can use yourself as bait, the other party can see you from a distance, shoot you directly, and won't come over at all......" Lumian muttered a few words, and decided to venture into the ruins and find a suitable place to set traps there.
The already draft plan quickly took shape in his mind, and there was only one last point left to confirm:
It takes a lot of time to dig a deep pit and bury the piles, and Lumian can't order the other party to wait until he finishes it before doing it.
After thinking about it, Lumian opened his arms and made a "hug the sun" gesture, praying more reverently than ever before:
"My God, my Father, bless me to deal with that monster.
"Praise the sun!"
Most things in the world cannot be 100% sure, Lumian no longer hesitated, carried a steel fork and axe, left the bedroom, and entered the study.
Taking into account the target's weapons, he decided to replace the "protective equipment".
Lumian took off his cotton coat and tied the hard-sealed books with ropes to his chest and back.
This is homemade "paper armor"!
Vaguely, he remembered that his sister had said that he might suffer some internal injuries if he did this, but now he couldn't take care of that much.
Lumian moved his body, making sure that the current number of books would not affect his battle too much.
He put on the leather jacket outside again, and went all the way down to the bottom floor, rummaging through the materials needed to set the trap:
Not long after, he had an extra shovel in his hand and a bundle of rope around his waist—one for climbing, and the other for making rope nets instead of branches.
After completing the preparations, Lumian took a deep breath and pulled the door open with his right hand holding the iron axe.
A faint gray mist filled the wilderness, and he walked step by step towards the mountain peaks that seemed to be stained with blood.
In the dead silence, Lumian reached the edge of the ruins.
He first walked a distance, threw his shovel, steel fork, rope, etc. into a dark corner of a collapsed building, and then returned to the place where he had entered the ruins with only his axe.
He started exploring without any abnormalities, and sneaked slowly into the depths of the ruins as last time.
When he arrived at the place where he was frightened away by the three-faced monster, he stayed for nearly a minute before turning back.
Halfway through, he began to take a detour, around the collapsed house where shovels and steel forks were stored.
As he approached his destination, Lumian began to observe the terrain in search of suitable places to set traps.
"There is a relatively wide and not long crack here, a little modification is a good trap, and it can save me a lot of time, but it is another one, it may take a long time, I can only hope that the monster will not track down so quickly......"
Lumian took the shovel and other objects, returned to the position in the middle of the pick, and quickly set the trap.
After the initial modification of the crack itself, he used an axe to cut and sharpen the pieces of wood, placed them at the bottom of the trap, and then he woven a rope net, spread it on top of the trap, and covered it with a layer of floating soil to match the surroundings as much as possible.
After completing this matter, he pretended to be a monster and was tracking him to the trap.
"If it can detect this trap, it will definitely choose to bypass it, or even jump directly over, and it will probably reach this location......
"What I need is that it can see me as soon as it gets here, and it can't do it before, so I can only hide here......" Lumian measured the distance with his feet, discerned the direction with his eyes, and slowly came to a fairly intact wall.
He crouched there and checked the lower line of sight.
Then, he began to dig a second trap.
This is an arrangement for "normal humans":
When a person is tracking a target and finds that the other party has set a trap for him, and he easily detects it and finds the enemy ambushing next to him, he will most likely be very proud and eager, ignoring the possibility of a second trap, and rushing towards the prey.
Ordinary IQ is prone to such misunderstandings or blind spots.
Lumian only hopes that the monster will not reach the average human IQ, otherwise he will have to turn around and escape, and then there is a high probability that he will be caught up and die somewhere in the wilderness, with a small probability of escaping back to his home and hiding in the "safe zone".
The anomaly in Kordu Village forced him to risk his life.
As time passed, Lumian finally got the second trap, and the monster with the shotgun on his back had not yet appeared.
The same is true for other monsters.
He was finally able to feel at ease, and after hiding the shovel and other items, he stood up straight and opened his arms.
"Praise the sun!" This time, he was even more sincere.
Lumian then shrank to the wall, half-crouching on the ground, staring at the first trap.
From where he came just now, he couldn't see this side, because there was a collapsed building blocking the view.
He waited patiently.
Plop, plop, plop...... Lumian clearly felt his heart beating faster.
For him, it was an experience he had never had before.
When he was wandering, he also faced "enemies" who were older than him and stronger than himself, but they did not aim to kill each other, mainly to rob food, money, and a suitable place to sleep. Even if someone really dies in the process, it is an accident.
And now, the enemy he was about to face was a monster who would not abide by human laws and morals, and was far stronger than him, and maybe had a small amount of extraordinary abilities.
Plop, plop, plop...... Lumian was inevitably highly nervous.
No one wants to live well, and he is no exception.
Inhale, exhale...... Inhale, exhale......
Lumian took a deep breath to adjust his tense spirit.
And this doesn't seem to have a very good effect.
For a moment, he both hoped that the monster would come sooner, but he was also afraid that it would actually come.
The former is because it can end things quickly, so that no matter whether the outcome is good or bad, at least Lumian doesn't have to be so nervous as he is now, and the line is about to collapse, while the latter is simply a fear.
Seeing that his condition would get worse and worse if this continued, he told himself, "This is to not drag down Aurora", and tried to meditate.
The crimson sun was harder than ever to outline, but with Lumian's efforts, it finally emerged.
This also calmed Lumian down a lot, but his body was still trembling a little.
At this moment, he heard a slight movement.
It was as if there was a pasture out of his eyes, and a shepherd was approaching lightly.
(End of this chapter)