"According to the location... two teams have already rushed past... we’re quite far away, even if we go immediately... I’m afraid we might not make it in time..."
A team member sighed. They had been searching the camping training ground for over half an hour but had found nothing.
They had tracked several possible hiding spots of the ’Undead’, but without exception, they all came up empty-handed.
Either they had just left, or left a fake location, leaving them at a loss, extremely frustrated, and the morale plummeted...
"We’ll have to try our luck again! If we’re lucky this time, we might catch the Undead!" This text is hosted at NoveI-Fire.ɴet
The captain frowned and added, "We’ve been in the camping training ground for a while now! Everyone’s supplies are scarce, and stamina is consistently dropping. When combat begins, anything unexpected could happen, so we must be careful!"
The team members responded collectively, but they were already prepared to give it their all.
With that, the captain waved his hand, boosting the morale, and prepared for battle again.
The captain’s expression was determined. Almost immediately, he turned around to leave, but just as he did, he was nearly scared to death...
On the opposite tree, a rope supported by clothing hung, with a stone dangling from it, swinging toward their faces.
The captain quickly shouted, and almost simultaneously, ordered the team members to scatter to avoid the stone’s attack.
The stone swung violently but missed, its inertia carried by the rope, swinging back and forth without stopping.
It was unclear how long it swayed, but the stone still continued its swinging dance, though with much less force.
The squad members were utterly terrified, clutching their chests in relief, watching the stone’s ’dance’ performance.
"Damn... this is a trap set by the ’Undead’. If it had hit the head, even with clothes cushioning, the lightest injury would be a concussion..."
A squad member was the first to react, quietly cursing the ’Undead’ for being despicable.
Leaving a deceptive pit wasn’t enough; they had to add a stone to ambush them too.
If not for the captain’s quick reflexes, it might have hit their faces directly...
That could have pushed their features back into their heads...
"Looks ... this ’Undead’ has a really twisted sense of humor..."
Another squad member joined in with the complaints.
He also felt that the ’Undead’s’ tactic was really underhanded.
The squad members began to denounce continuously, except for one, who was frowning deeply—it was none other than their captain—
The captain scrutinized the stone for a long while, pursed his lips, and calmly said, "Take it down!"
"Huh?" the squad members were a bit puzzled.
"Take the stone down!"
The captain repeated the order, clear enough for everyone to understand.
And indeed, they all instantly understood the captain’s meaning!
The ’Undead’s’ setup was arranged by Professor Mo, a gaming fanatic, who designed every procedure to have significance, including this setup, which was highly likely to be intentional.
After comprehending this point, the squad members almost immediately moved to remove the securely tied stone, using all their efforts to finally bring down the head-sized stone.
The stone landed on the ground, and the squad members instantly began inspecting it, worried about missing any clues...