The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 293: Siri’s way of weeding out the Bad Grass

Chapter 293: Siri’s way of weeding out the Bad Grass

In an area called [Crest Valley], on the edges of the [Dewbrook Grasslands] behind a large rock formation, a young man wearing a gold-grade silver armor over his worn out black shirt and brown trousers was sitting with his natives.

The group composing of 7 was watching the herds of monsters looking like bulls, sheeps, pig, and chicken, pecking on the yellowish grass that resembled unripe wheat and rice.

[Sword Flute Overture Bronze-Quality- (104/1000)]

The young man withdrew his gaze. A sigh full of exhaustion escaped Long Zurui after he saw his progress.

"Master, you’re already tired. How about stopping for today? It’s approaching sunset too." A gray-skinned native with lupine ears, lower canines resembling boar tusks and having muscular build and carrying a large mace over his back, hunched over looking at Long Zurui who was chugging on a water bottle and leaning against the rock before shifting his eyes on the sky.

"Why won’t these guys separate? It’s not that they’ll die right? Wait...they’ll actually die...", because Master and they had been hunting those who strayed from the flock. The viking Harald, that has been Zurui since the beginning stopped grunting the stupid complaint.

"Harald, lower your voice or you’ll attract monsters again." Gunnar, another Viking chided the big Hunk who had a megaphone for vocal chords.

Harald shut his mouth after horrible memories of nearly being pierced by tusks resurfaced in his head.

Long Zurui had been killing monsters since last night. He had thought the way to level up the gear was to play musical piece was but he was mistaken.

Games often hid the setting for these things, leaving the players to guess them on their own. He had tried all ways until he finally found the method which was to kill monsters.

Every monster was 1 point and it could only be earn if he killed the monsters in his own without anyone’s help and only using the flute!

He was a mage with stats not build close combat so it was very difficult not to rely in the mage skills to make damage.

Thankfully, the gears his elder brother gave make a lot for his lack of stamina and defense.

But there was an additional problem in the accomplishing the tasks, the monsters spawned in the Crest Valley are living in groups!

They didn’t explore the Wraith Woodlands yet because he knew from playing games that ’Wraiths’ was an aerial type monster.

He waited for his erratic breath to stabilize. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. His muscles had cramps all over. It seems like 104 monsters a day was his limit.

He wanted to be strong so he could repay his Big Brother’s care but it appears that was only his own wishful thinking.

"I should have listened to my Big Brother back then and not play games all day and work out." Zurui grumbled and ordered for everyone to retreat. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, never knowing his hard work did pay off and the main cause of the original protagonist’s blackening was avoided.

The location of his territory was at the edge of the edge of the Crest Valley, in secluded spot where sporadic trees alike the Golden Rain Tree from his previous world.

There seems to be a curse cast on him because despite naming his territory as a Peony Pavilion, the ones living in here where all men.

All the natives he summoned were all big muscled men!

Zurui looked at the shirtless guys flexing their biceps while carrying logs of wood and roasting meat by the open fire before he looks at his arms: Really a curse...

Half a mile away from the east of the Peony Pavilion, a massacre was occurring.

"Leave none alive and get the territory crystal!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Blood spilled in the ground and the fresh corpse turned to speckles of light leaving some of the deceased’s items.

The leader walked towards the main residence and captured the territory crystal.

[You’ve captured a Level 2 Territory! You’ve earned 3 Conquest Points]

The remnants of the territory were gone and his inventory was being filled with supplies.

[You’ve got 234 units of wood.]

[You’ve got 129 units of stone.]

[You’ve got 18 units of metal ingots.]

[You’ve got 1 kilogram of Ordinary Potatoes.]

[You’ve got 5 units of Canned Spam.]

[You’ve got 15 units of bronze...]

[...]

The leader spat in disgust for the pitiful loots and after harvesting the spoils of war, they left the place. "Tomorrow, let’s head west."

"Alright, boss."

(A/N: I would not write the gory parts detailed. So sorry for the lack of info.)

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[Area No. 3, Time: 5: 27 p.m.]

Their trip towards the Deathly Hallows became in vain. Siri could not explore the whole place while guarding the refugees and opted to retreat first.

The people thought they would see a territory but the ones who rescued them gave them materials like woods, hammers, saw, nails and shovels to build a temporary camp.

The Salted Fishes cleared the area of the monsters and trees.

Torches and bonfires were made.

The camp was divided into three- the refugees, a place to hold prisoners which was a four-wall and single roof shed, and the resting quarters of the salted fishes.

On the other hand, Siri made a field fortification by coiling thorny vines around three-meter wooden poles enclosing the temporary camp and attached things that with slight movement will produce sounds.

Cui and the boys became gentlemen and set up the houses for the girls and their supervisors. Though it was not perfect, at least it was habitable.

The other refugees saw the houses the boys build. Auntie Hui’s group comprising of an old man, an uncle and two girls were the first one to finish and when the others saw it, some tried to squeeze shamelessly in their group.

An argument soon erupted that ended nearly in fighting. Some of the refugees did side with Aunt Hui but they were threatened by the opposing side.

The Salted Fish wanted to step in but Siri signaled them not to. He wanted to see the characters of these people. If they intervened, the others might hide. Rooting out the bad weed among the good pasture was his plan.

Unless the other side raised their weapons and decided to kill, Siri will not let anyone step up. He felt sorry for Aunt Hui’s group and beckoned Ge’er over.

Seeing the other side had more numbers, more powerful gears, and was ferocious looking, Auntie Hui’s group gave in and built another one while sulking about Cui’s group just watching from the corner.

Auntie Hui chided them, "Be quiet or they’ll hear you."