As my vision was swallowed up in darkness, I could distinctly smell a thick smell, like the smell of some kind of southern swamp after the carcasses of an animal were completely decomposed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if I just think back from my memory, I can't stand the smell, and I'm afraid that its very existence has become a nightmare for me. I instinctively wanted to stay away from the stench, but my eyes were still wrapped in darkness, so I didn't dare to act rashly.

Well, you're right, if you suddenly lose your sight, most of you will definitely panic and want to find a fixed object around you that can confirm your current position. Objects such as walls or columns can be found in the exact direction from memory.

But I must tell you that this is the normal reaction of the person who set the trap has long thought of him, and it is very likely that he was ready to follow the first action you had in mind. If you can't see them with both eyes, the simplest trap is deadly.

I can tell you that in my past adventures, I have seen many adventurers fall into the traps set by the enemy out of carelessness or mistake. But many of these young people who would not have died in the first place often panicked, which led to even worse outcomes.

Well, if you're interested, I'll take an example that I've talked to newcomers a lot. In fact, it is also because of this lesson that I have more than once told the new adventurers in the team, telling them not to panic because they stepped on the trap.

It was not long before I started my adventure, before I started my adventure with La Playral, and I was as stunned as all the newcomers you could see. And I didn't plan to come to Zhongbei, after all, for most people, it's just a cold and remote place.

At that time, I basically went to the guild every day to see what suitable jobs were available, and if I didn't have them, I just honed my sword skills. As for work or something, it's basically not hunting some monsters that don't make a climate, or robbing the work of the garrison to hunt down a gang of thieves.

Then that day, a few of us who formed a random team and a few other newcomers accepted the commission to hunt down the brindle spirits that harassed the village. You should know that they're bigger and smarter than their ubiquitous counterparts – and certainly more dangerous.

They weren't monsters that had been anomalously affected by magic like monsters, but their intelligence levels were far from those of most of the barbarians we already knew. Although we generally call them "ignorant primitives", they have a strong ability to create traps with the materials at hand.

We'd broken through those primitive defenses and entered their "village" of wood and forage, and of course, there were no brindle spirits left. Thinking that they must have fled, we planned to search the village for a while and finally burn down the humble houses...... So we didn't have enough experience and dispersed.

As a result, it didn't take long for an adventurer to accidentally touch the shed where the brindled spirits were stacking "loot", and was blown away by the burning stone charcoal buried inside. The impact of that burst wasn't serious enough to hurt him, of course, but it knocked him down, knocking him into the only pillar in the room.

Perhaps in a fit of rage, he immediately got up and rushed to the trap that was blowing him away, trying to destroy it completely. But what he didn't expect was that the "garbage" that had been scattered all over the ground by the explosion was also filled with a lot of charcoal.

As he rushed to the shed, the charcoal from the "garbage" scattered around it exploded due to the heat it had accumulated. Fragments of the garbage were ejected in all directions with the hot wind, scattering along with some sharp pieces of metal, completely covering his position.

Of course, the shards of metal contained in those rudimentary "bombs" had been coated with a crude poison extracted by the brindled spirits, and even a slight tear of the skin was enough to make people suffer from pain, and the reckless creature collapsed almost in the blink of an eye.

But that wasn't the end of it, and just as he fell, the next step in the chain of mechanisms was driven. After all, those wooden houses were just crude products made of wood and grass, and the roof that was already crumbling collapsed completely due to the impact of two outbursts in succession.

We didn't have time to reach out to rescue him, when we saw the wooden shelves hanging from the grass hut scattering one after another, and the metal spikes embedded in the wood smashed directly into his body under the pull of gravity. That kind of impact is not much different from a giant holding a war hammer and smashing it directly on his body, even if he is covered with a layer of light chain mail, there is no way to protect him from surviving this kind of disaster.

It was only a matter of minutes that the adventurer, about my age, had turned into a mess of flesh in front of us. If any of us wanted to rush in to the rescue when he was knocked down by an explosion, the same fate would undoubtedly befall him.

No matter how many years have passed, I still have lingering feelings about that bloody scene, and it is because of this that I keep repeating this principle. If you act rashly just because you encounter an enemy trap, you are likely to put yourself in a worse situation than you were at the beginning.

So even though I could feel the stench approaching, I didn't immediately run away from the place, but searched for something that could be used on my body. Luckily, we always had some spare props at the beginning of our adventure, so I immediately found a light stone in my jacket pocket.

It's the kind of stone that glows when rubbed slightly, and although it is convenient in case of emergency, in this day and age, light stone is basically only used as a temporary substitute for gas lamps. But at that time, there was only one thing left that could help me.

After grabbing the light stone in my hand and rubbing it gently, it emitted enough light to illuminate the surrounding meters and dispel the darkness around me a little - and I immediately regretted it.

As I should have said before, that "thing" smelled unpleasant, like the stench of some living thing after it had rotted. But when the light stone in my hand lit up the surroundings, I finally determined that the thing that smelled was many times more disgusting than the smell.

Have you ever seen the sludge that settles at the bottom of a swamp? That "creature" is like the filthy stuff, a gelatinous sticky substance. It was far deeper than the darkness around it, a matte black that slowly squirmed in my direction.

Ooze monsters, you say, are definitely not such cute creatures, and the decay and decay that emanates from them is enough to keep people away. And at this moment, I also noticed that the surface of the ooze was rippling in circles, as if someone was stirring them with a stick.

As I gazed at it and slowly retreated, the ripples on its surface became more pronounced, and the viscous surface continued to expand as if it were boiling, rolling bubbles of various sizes. At some point, several tentacle-like appendages extend from the lower part of it, and then their ends slowly change to become feline-like feet with sharp claws.

At that time, I was not a newcomer who would panic because of a disgusting monster, but the change still made me feel inexplicable fear. Because right in front of my eyes, a constantly changing thing poked out like a head, and one amorphous eye after another appeared on the ever-changing surface.

The eyes that appeared on the skull closed one by one, staring at me from different angles, and the cold gaze contained a malice that was unmistakable. Then several appendages sprouted from its slimy body, extending inch by inch, before solidifying into light-absorbing claws.

In any case, I don't think there's any creature lurking in the liquid, it's the slimy stuff that makes up the creature itself. Now it continues to change the appearance of its body, forming tentacles that take the place of limbs and stretching out to me.

I'd rather believe it was a dream...... I don't want to experience it even in my dreams, but even the most dangerous monster I've ever seen can't compare to it. The fear that rose from the bottom of my heart robbed me of my words, but it made my steps more flexible. I don't have the leisure to think about why I have such a thing in front of me, I just want to run away.

Compared to this fear, the calmness of watching out for the trap was a joke, and I took a few steps back and immediately ran to the door that had been shut. Behind Hungry, I don't know if it was because of my sudden action, the black slime also surged rapidly, like a torrent of sludge spewing out of the swamp, faster than the fastest poisonous insect I had ever seen.

There was no escape, of course, but not because the gate was locked—for the door itself was gone, and the structure of the hall was completely different from what I remembered, no longer an empty space with only columns, but a narrow corridor filled with side passages.

Forgive me for being vague, but I really don't want to think back to my escape through that wonderful labyrinth, because it was full of madness and danger. The creature followed me with no secret of its malice, and I didn't even have the courage to look back at it.

I don't know how long I've been on the run in the ruins of Palapas, or if I've lost my way in a drowsiness. But I had to run down the hallway of the rotten stuff, not even having time to choose where to flee, because it was following me closely.

And in the end, the ending is clearly decided...... I was caught.