Chapter 268 - The Hoarder (8) (1/2)
Chapter 268 – The Hoarder (8)
Team: HH, thursdays, Yahiko (10/12)
[1: The author’s views do not reflect the views of the translating team. Though we aren’t able to change the plot, we can and should call out racism when we see it. Thank you for your support!]
Shanon wanted to curse, but he knew that Yeon-woo wouldn’t listen to whatever he said anyway.
He sighed and asked another question. There was something he still didn’t get.
「But how will you make a boat? I don’t see what you’ll make with the materials you’re collecting.」
「I agree. I’ve never heard about a Spectre Tree being used for an A-Rank boat. It also wasn’t on Charon’s list.」
The two were curious because they had passed through the 27th floor a long time ago.
They remembered clearing the floors up to the 30th with much difficulty, so it was still fresh in their memory.
But Yeon-woo just lightly grinned.
“Why do I have to look for a boatsman to make a boat? Of course I have to look for a shipwright.”
「……?」
「……?」
Shanon and Hanryeong were confused. It was like Yeon-woo was saying there was someone who could make a boat other than Charon. And on this island, at that.
However, Yeon-woo didn’t explain himself and continued to cut the Spectre Trees to put them inside of Intrenian.
How deep had they gone inside of the forest? Yeon-woo paused for the first time. His gaze inside of the mask moved towards somewhere.
“He’s here.”
Shanon and Hanryeong turned their vestiges in the direction he was looking and then tilted their heads.
There wasn’t anything in the forest.
There was only grass and long shadows.
However, they could feel something carefully approaching them.
On the outside, he looked like an average person. The only difference was that there were strange tattoos on his face and neck, and he had a kukri on around his legs. It was like seeing an uncivilized person who lived in a jungle. [1]
There were about 10 of them.
Each of them were approaching them like a hunter after its prey.
They moved above the trees and ran along the grass, down low on the ground.
「Cannibal Monster Humans?」
Shanon muttered dumbfoundedly to himself when he realized what they were. All players who had been on the 27th would know what kind of monsters they were.
No, they weren’t just monsters.
It was true they bothered the players from their trials on the 27th floor.
However, they had a village for themselves, and they had enough intellect to form a civilization. They were called ‘natives.’
But most players treated Cannibal Monster Humans as monsters.
It was because they were cannibals, regardless of their intellect.
They hunted players and enjoyed cooking them. Of course players would feel enmity towards them.
They were famous for staying deep inside of the jungle and hunting players away from the others.
It seemed like they had chosen Yeon-woo as their next target.
「I’ve felt this for a long time, but why are there so many people who want to commit suicide around you? There are other ways to do it, so why are they doing that?」
Shanon clicked his tongue because he could see the future of the Cannibal Monster Humans already. He was already thinking that the Monster Portents were going to be happy.
「But they’re the shipwrights?」
Shanon’s confusion was pushed back.
The Cannibal Monster Humans around Yeon-woo had begun to move.
Pat—
If others saw, they would think that they had come from the shadows. They were that fast.
Some Cannibal Monster Humans behind them on the trees had bamboo shoots inside of their mouths and were blowing into them. Tens of poisoned needles poured down towards Yeon-woo like rain.
They were small and hard to see because it was dark. On each needle, there was a drop of poison that was enough to make an elephant drop.
It was their basic hunting method to poison their prey so they couldn’t move and then hunt them.
The Cannibal Monster Humans were all skilled enough to hunt ordinary players without the poison.
Yeon-woo stretched his hand out in the direction that the needles were coming. When he did, the mana around him swirled into a whirlwind, and the needles all landed in his hand.
When he waved his arm, the needles all flew back in the direction that they came from.
Pupupuk!
“Quuuek!”
“Kiiieek!”
[Cannibal Monster Human 72 has died.]
[Cannibal Monster Human 142 has died.]
……
The Cannibal Monster Humans fell forward after being killed by their allies’ needles.
The sound of watermelons cracking rang out. It was the sounds of heads being crushed.
[Cannibal Monster Human 168 has died.]
The Cannibal Monster Humans realized that Yeon-woo wasn’t just someone who broke away from the back but a skilled player.
But it was too late.
The ones who had luckily survived were wrapped around by a long shadow. They had all been dominated by Yeon-woo without even being able to fight back.
“Kirk! Kikirk! Kirrrk!”
As if they wouldn’t lose, they still all had a murderous glare in their eyes. They shouted things with bloodshot eyes.
Yeon-woo opened his mouth after looking at them for a while.
“If you answer my questions, I’ll let you live.”
It was the same sound as the Cannibal Monster Humans—of rolling phlegm inside your throat. But the accent was different.
The eyes of the Cannibal Monster Humans became wider.
“How do you…..know how to speak our tongue, player?!”
The Tower’s system automatically provided a translator function to players. It was a way to help the players since they had all come from different dimensions and worlds.
However, this benefit wasn’t provided for monsters or natives. No one knew the reason why. So when monsters wanted to express something, they would barely imitate the language of the players.
But Yeon-woo was copying their language. His pronunciation wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to communicate with them.
“That doesn’t concern you right now. Just answer the question.”
“No! I don’t have anything to say to a…..!”