In the faint grey fog, Lumian woke up.
He immediately turned over and got out of bed, went straight to the window, and looked out.
The mountain, made of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, stood quietly in the wilderness as usual.
Although it is only twenty or thirty metres high, it gives people the feeling of inserting themselves into the clouds and connecting to the sky, so Lumian subconsciously used the word “mountain” to describe it.
At its feet, the collapsed buildings in various states form a circle in the wilderness, layer by layer.
“Judging from the body structure, the monster with the shotgun must be good at running and jumping. It also has a certain IQ and can use a relatively complicated weapon like a shotgun.
“It has very strong tracking capabilities…
“I’m not sure if it has some supernatural abilities like Aurora…
Various details about the target emerged in Lumian’s mind.
He preliminarily judged that if he really wanted to confront the monster with the shotgun head-on, the probability of himself being killed was as high as 90%. If he tried to use the special features of his body, he would die faster, because once he entered meditation, he would be able to put himself on the verge of death, and the opponent could complete the harvest with a simple blow.
In addition to being unable to confront directly, sneak attacks and assassinations are not within the scope of Lumian’s consideration. This is based on the tracking ability shown by the opponent; he may not be able to really hide his figure, so he cannot do a sneak attack. He doesn’t have long-range weapons; even if he is just given a revolver, he won’t be so embarrassed now.
In the past two days, Lumian has repeatedly thought about how to deal with that monster, and finally he can only think of one way:
Use the trap!
He had gone into the mountains with the village hunters, learned how to set some simple traps, and then mastered the skills in a few mischiefs.
Lumian originally wanted to use the oil at home, for example, by putting it in a large barrel without a cover, putting it in a hidden high place, and tying it with a rope. When the target came, he immediately pulled the rope and let the barrel dump, splashing the opponent’s body with oil, and then taking the opportunity to throw a lit torch in the past.
But under consideration, he gave up this idea again.
On the premise that the monster showed strong tracking abilities, its sense of smell must be fully overestimated!
The smell of oil is quite noticeable.
And if he uses other strong smells to cover up, Lumian is not sure whether the other party will change his strategy or whether he will be able to distinguish even subtle mistakes like a wild dog.
In the end, he chose to dig a deep pit and bury the piles.
This also has certain problems: with the tracking ability shown by that monster, it has a high probability of detecting abnormalities in advance and seeing through traps.
Lumian’s response is to find ways to lower its defensiveness and make good use of its misunderstandings.
To put it simply, he can only hope that he can suppress the opponent in terms of IQ and make good use of the greatest advantage of being a human being when the weapons are not as good as the target.
“At least from the last time I saw it, it has a certain IQ, but not too high.” Lumian comforted himself in his heart.
Of course, he would not underestimate that monster because of this, and he planned to put the opponent’s IQ at the level of a normal person.
The target is Ponce Bene.
“No, that guy is too stupid. If he didn’t have so many thugs, I would have made him kneel down and call Dad a long time ago.” Lumian thought for a while and cautiously raised his expectations for the monster: “Well, according to being treated by an uneducated parish priest.”
He looked out of the window again, and his gaze stayed on the wilderness between his home and the ruins.
This place is closer to the “safety zone”, which is the safest for him, but it lacks shelter and has a clear view, so it is really not suitable for “ambush”.
“It’s okay to dig a trap. If you can use yourself as bait, the other party will be able to see you from a distance and shoot you directly. They won’t come over at all.” Lumian muttered a few words and decided to venture into the ruins, where he found set traps in suitable places.
The plan that already had a draught quickly took shape in his mind, and there was only one last point to be confirmed:
It takes a lot of time to dig deep pits and bury sharp piles, and Lumian can’t order the other party to wait until he is done.
After thinking about it, Lumian opened his arms and made a gesture of “embracing the sun”, praying more devoutly than ever before.
“My God, my father, please bless me to deal with that monster.
“Praise the sun!”
It is impossible to be 100% sure about most things in the world. Lumian no longer hesitated, carried the steel fork and axe, and left the bedroom and entered the study.
Considering the target’s weaponry, he decided to replace the “protective gear”.
Lumian took off his cotton coat and tied the hardcover books to his chest and back with ropes.
This is homemade “paper armour”!
Vaguely, he remembered that his sister once said that he might suffer some internal injuries, but now he can’t take care of that much anymore.
Lumian moved his body and confirmed that the current number of books would not affect his battle too much.
He put on the outer leather jacket again and made his way down to the ground floor, rummaging for materials he might need to set up the trap.
Not long after, he had an extra shovel in his hand and a bundle of ropes around his waist—one was for climbing, and the other was for making rope nets instead of branches.
After completing the preparations, Lumian took a deep breath and opened the door with his right hand, holding the iron axe.
A faint grey mist filled the wilderness, and he walked step by step towards the mountain that seemed to be stained with blood.
In the dead silence, Lumian reached the edge of the ruins.
He first walked sideways for a certain distance, threw the shovel, steel fork, rope, and other things into a dark corner of a collapsed building, and then returned to the place where he entered the ruins with only an axe.
He started exploring without any abnormality and slowly sneaked into the ruins, as last time.
When he got to the place where he was frightened by the three-faced monster, he stayed for nearly a minute before turning back.
Halfway there, he started to make a detour, heading for the collapsed house where the shovels and steel forks were stored.
As he approached his destination, Lumian began to observe the terrain, looking for a suitable place to set a trap.
“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. It is another one. It may take a long time. I can only hope that the monster will not follow it so quickly.”
Lumian took the shovel and other things, turned back to his position in the pick, and quickly set up the trap.
After the initial reconstruction of the crack itself, he cut off and sharpened a piece of wood with an axe and placed it at the bottom of the trap. Then he wove a rope net, spread it on the trap, and covered it with a layer of floating soil, as consistent as possible with the surrounding area.
After completing this task, he pretended to be a monster and followed him to the trap.
“If it can detect this trap, it will definitely choose to bypass it or even jump directly, and it will probably reach this position…
“What I need is that it can see me as soon as it arrives here, but it couldn’t see me before, so I can only hide here.” Lumian measured the distance with his feet, identified the direction with his eyes, and slowly came to a block. Next to the relatively intact wall.
He crouched there and checked his line of sight.
Then he started digging a second trap.
Here’s the layout for “normal humans”:
When a person is tracking the target and finds that the other party has set a trap for him and he easily detects it and finds the enemy ambushing right next to him, he will probably be very proud and eager, ignoring the possibility of a second trap and rushing Houhou as it pounces on its prey.
Ordinary IQ is prone to such misunderstandings or blind spots.
Lumian only hoped that the monster would not reach the average IQ of a human being; otherwise, he would have to turn around and run away, with a high probability of being caught up and dying somewhere in the wilderness and 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 set up the second trap, but the monster with the shotgun hadn’t appeared yet.
The same goes for other monsters.
He was finally able to feel at ease. After hiding the shovel and other items, he stood up straight and opened his arms.
“Praise the sun!” This time, he was more sincere.
Lumian then shrank back to the wall, squatted on the ground, and stared at the first trap.
It was impossible to see this side from where he had just come from because a building that had collapsed completely blocked the view.
He waited patiently.
Plop, plop, plop… Lumian clearly felt his heart beating faster.
For him, this is an unprecedented experience.
When wandering, he also faced “enemies” who were older than him and stronger than himself, but they didn’t aim to kill each other but mainly to rob food, money, and suitable places to sleep. Even if someone really died during this process, it was still an accident.
But now, the enemy he is about to meet is a monster who will not abide by human laws and morals, is far stronger than him, and may even have a small amount of superpowers. Once the plan goes wrong, his end can be imagined.
Plop, plop, plop… Lumian was inevitably highly nervous.
No one doesn’t want to live a good life, and he is no exception.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Lumian took a deep breath to adjust his tense spirit.
And that doesn’t seem to be working very well.
For a moment, he hoped that the monster would come sooner but also feared that it would.
The former is because it can make the matter end sooner. In this way, no matter whether the result is good or bad, at least Lumian will not be as nervous and about to collapse as he is now, while the latter is purely a kind of fear.
Seeing that his condition would get worse and worse, he tried to meditate while telling himself “This is not to drag Auror down”.
The crimson sun was harder to draw than ever, but with Lumian’s efforts, it finally emerged.
This also calmed Lumian a lot, but his body still trembled a little.
At this moment, he heard a slight movement.
It was as if there was a meadow out of sight of his eyes, and some shepherd was approaching softly.