"Oh, no! What the hell is going on? Shouldn't it be normal to come outside?"
Copson, completely captivated by the horrors of the jungle, panics and screams as he runs into the room. I couldn't even understand the wiretap, so I was confused.
Certainly there were long bushes growing on the outskirts of the jungle. We must have cut those bushes and entered the jungle.
If so, it should be the same when you leave.
And since it only moved in the right direction, there can be no way that the jungle will ever come out of the bush again.
No, wait a minute.
Is it possible that all the surrounding terrain is the same, so you misoriented it and went deeper? No, it can't be. We are someone. The men of Reversion who have been rolled over as adventurers for years.
Do we make that kind of mistake?
Of course, I can make mistakes. If you didn't make a mistake, the new jungle could be bigger... and it's confusing anyway.
"Copson. Calm down. Let's go back that way."
"Well, I guess I should."
Now that we're on a completely different path, it's right to go back. - Spatula. The bush was dense even though it had just been cut. Did he grow up? I don't think that's going to happen... but it's suspicious.
- Legend of South America.
"Fuck."
I stepped out of the bush again, repressing my anxious thoughts like smoke.
And you are.
"... this place?"
"This place, is that it?"
... I was unfamiliar with where I came from again.
Since the landscapes were all similar, it seemed that the intracerebral memory had been mistaken for a moment.
No, fuck?
This is really fucked up.
My heart started beating fast.
"I don't know. Fuck. Hey, we're fucked."
"Fuckin 'hell! What the hell, Barbarian!"
"Fuck!"
We took a deep breath and looked around. Lost is lost, and if you are lost, you have to find it.
Before the night comes.
Fortunately, it's still midday.
Enough time. A strong spirit and warrior spirit. And if you have experience as an adventurer, finding your way will be easier than beating a child's wrist.
Me and Copson slowly calmed down and engraved the surrounding landscape in their eyes.
"All right, Copson. I think I'm lost."
"I know... damn it! What the hell...!"
"Take it easy, motherfucker. Like this once or twice? We have to find a way. We didn't even come that deep in the first place."
It all moved at a slow pace of about two hours.
"Phew, this happens all the time... but suddenly I'm scared because I think it's the jungle. It would be horrible if bugs showed up."
This son of a bitch is weak to bugs because he is not a lonely defeated generation. The boys of my childhood never feared the cruel worms at all.
"Wake up, man. Once we've walked along this bush, we can go back to where we came from."
"I see."
I went back the way I came back.
Our mid-sized footprints tell us that the path was not wrong, but it is also blurring at a fast pace.
No, Sipal.
Where the hell did you go wrong?
I kept thinking about the road, so I thought there was nothing to lose... I thought I'd been walking for about 20 minutes.
"Barbarian. There's something there."
"..."
- Ugh.
As the silent Copson slipped, he hid behind the tree. I also naturally killed the sound and followed his back.
"... what is it? What about that?"
"Hmm, I don't know in detail."
I think he had pneumonia as soon as he entered his field of view. Me and Copson remained silent and pulled their throats long, observing it unidentified.
"A person? A person? Is that a person?"
"I don't know. Let's get close."
-Shut up.
After slowly pulling out the knife, we move toward the target with a sharp foot. As it approached, its shape began to come into sight.
When I finally got close to it.
"Holy shit."
- Dead body.
The identity of the object was the corpse of a human being.
No, I think it would be more appropriate to call it the body of an adventurer.
It was an extremely standard type of adventurer with brown leather clothing and capes. Old shoes and gloves... armed, poor, wearing a hat, with a sabre in his right hand.
I don't see why I threw the knife.
"Bavarian. When we came here earlier, was there something like this?"
Copson looked left and right with fierce eyes and asked. He was already preparing for battle. Scared is eaten, and when you have to fight, you fight.
I am already similarly vigilant.
"... there wasn't."
Answer the question.
In such a prominent place, there was no cold.
- But.
That was not the only strange thing.
This adventurer seemed clear at least not today. I didn't roll around and suddenly come and die, but I was' dead 'here from the beginning.
- First and foremost.
"This flower... what the hell? Babarian, do you know? I'm anxious. Answer me quickly."
"No, I've never seen a flower before."
"Flowers blooming on the corpse... That's why my legs are starting to flutter."
"Neither do I."
Instead of the maggots blooming, there were tons of pink flowers that retained the beauty of spring day. The flowers, firmly rooted in the cooled flesh, seemed brighter as if they were sucking the dead man's clay and gaining vitality.
- Terrible.
Why would this man die in a place like this... and only flowers bloom without worms in his body? Fear begins to fill the heart.
The adventure genre immediately turned into a mystery horror.
"... I think I heard this wrong again."
"Fuck the dog... fuck the barbarian. Are you sure you didn't come here right? I'm sure he did."
"So do I. And keep your voice down."
If we weren't playing a bad joke that many murderers had moved their bodies here and fled, we would have been 100% assimilated to the surrounding environment and heard the wrong way.
"..."
So I just felt like a corpse was suddenly born.
I'm fucking lost.
The bushes around the jungle... are still intact. Do you think you can cut that and go outside? Unknown. Perhaps the bush itself is a blur of human judgment.
"Let's get our stuff."
"No, wait."
Copson hurriedly stopped him from touching the body.
"There are no bugs in the body. I think that flower is poisonous."
"Hmm, I see. It makes sense. Did the flowers bloom on the body first, preventing the worms from coming?"
"If you think about it sensibly."
That doesn't mean you can't run over a corpse.
"Rip off the branches."
A cloth was wrapped around the nose and a long branch was ripped off to block the poisoning of the flowers. With this, you'll be able to target from a distance.
I don't know anything else, but I like to keep that knife.
"A man should use his head. Then let's search."
"I see."
- Back and forth.
We used the long branches of the tree to remove blooming flowers from the body at a distance and search.
What's curious is that we couldn't find a single bug. It's very strange. No matter how toxic the flowers are, the jungle is a hotbed of all living things.
Nothing is absolute.
It is normal for beetles and larvae to stick together in a corpse.
However, the body seemed to have no such damage, even though it was clear that it was a little dead. He died clean as if he was asleep.
Is it also because of the toxicity of flowers?
Is the poison so lethal?
Are you afraid of the poison?
I don't know, I don't know.
Suddenly, the jungle is as mysterious as its cause. What was even weirder was that the trauma wasn't exactly visible either.
This is really scary.
What a long way to go.
I couldn't find anything special on the body. Honestly, I'm afraid of poison, so I'm reluctant to take anything out.
"Oh, fuck. You got this knife? Don't you?"
"I didn't care much, but suddenly I'm nervous."
"What a chew."
I slowly pulled the end of the branch to Sabre's handle. And as if he were sleeping with his bare hands, he slowly reached out and grabbed the handle.
"Umm..."
"Are you okay? Are you dizzy or not?"
"I think it's okay."
I ripped a leaf and tilted the barrel slightly to bury a little water and carefully wiped the blade. The leaves were not discoloured or covered in powder.
- Yikes.
I grabbed it and swung it at the same time, but the problem did not arise. Was the flower blooming an exposed flesh spot on the corpse, and was it okay because it wasn't on the knife side?
Anyway, it's an equipment item.
"Hahaha, I have something to take care of, so I'm relieved."
"That's it."
I saw an ominous corpse, but I quickly started to feel better because I picked up something worth the money. Time is still midday. "There will be no problem finding a way," murmured the brainwasher, "and we moved like crazy.
We were already in madness.
"Ahhhhhhh."
"Ughhhhhh."
- Shh! Shh!
He cut the bush into the hands of the Phoenician and tried to escape from the jungle, but it was the other jungle that welcomed us, not the outside.
I'm going back, motherfucker.
The legend of South American origin kept coming true. Maybe it'll be a real dick by nightfall. The nocturnal raiders may be watching us...!
"Damn it...! Barbarian! I'm sorry! I told you not to come in!"
"No! I'm sorry! There's nothing to do! We are colleagues!"
"Uh-huh! I see!"
"Cluckle! Yes!"
After the seizure, we looked left and right and returned to the point of the circle. It was a kind of experiment, and it felt like the landscape had changed, even though it had just moved.
I also marked the tree with a knife, and strangely, it has been vaguely reported that something is going against it every time.
Probably me and Copson were going inside the jungle.
It was then that I tried to cry out in despair.
- Zec!
"Well, there's something...!"
"I saw it, too!"
Those of us who hid themselves from the attack pointed at the sword and watched the swaying vine like crazy. What the hell? Another monster? Or... murder robbery? I'd rather not meet the latter.
Please. Please be a person...!
- Evil!
"Huff!"
"Well, what is it! Fuck!"
What appeared after cutting the vine --
- It was similar to a man standing on two feet.
"Beauty?!"
"..."
"Bar, barbarian! Beauty! Beauty has appeared!"
- Beauty.
It was the 'Dryland', the monster of cursed plants that had the power to kill the fiery demon Gimcott who came down last day.
"Yay, fuck."
Beauty is not this crazy bastard!
It's a monster!
"Beauty...!"
Copson suddenly woke up.
With it, Aggro is drawn, and his eyes face the dryer.
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you insane?"
Copson couldn't take his eyes off the dryer with his mouth open, as if he couldn't hear me.
Of course, there were monsters that looked just as good as Copson's.
-...?
elastic-looking green body and healthy-looking body.
And the rich breasts and glorious golden hair were irresistible to a man, and the curved eyetail, compared to the naive face, gave rise to a subtle hue.
Above all, the outfit itself was just a vine and a leaf, and the main area was obscene dressed. I also understand how snow turns.
Of course, it's a beauty that doesn't even make 10% compared to Claudie.
- Saa?
It was a sudden thing.
Dryer smiles and slowly starts to approach us.
"That bitch...!"
You're not revealing your teeth... you're laughing? Laughing is a high-level act of communication. It's not something monsters can do.
Obviously felt ominous.
I felt the power in my hand with the knife.
- Bug.
At that time.
"Son of a bitch! Wake up!"
Suddenly, Copson took a step.
I saw why he suddenly wanted to do this, so his eyes were open! Oh, shit! You got this! This son of a bitch is completely turned around!
- Sissit.
When she saw it, she smiled strangely.
But wait a minute.
Dryer was a little different from the one I saw.
- There was a flower on his head.
That big pink flower I saw on the body earlier.