Chapter 90 – Traps

Head east from the northern safe area.

In this area, the safety zone and the boundary zone vaguely overlapped. I naturally proceeded by alternating between the two zones.

There was also a response from a living creature along the way, but when I passed nearby, it ran away on its own.
At most, it would be a rabbit or a deer. I didn’t feel the need to hunt, so I ignored it and passed by.

About an hour to walk so diligently.
I was able to get close to the eastern end of the island.

The point where you can see the end if you go about 10 minutes further.
There I suddenly stopped.

“…”

A very small sense of discomfort reflected in my eyes.
When asked what was wrong, I couldn’t just answer, “This is it.”
But there was definitely something that caught my eye.

Is it because I walked through the forest for hours?
My eyes, accustomed to the forest, caught the subtle sense of incongruity that had not yet melted into the surrounding forest.
Just as the color of only the moving parts in the cartoon is subtly different, the color of the grass floor also felt subtly different from the surroundings.

I poked the strange floor with the back of a titanium spear.

– Took.

No reaction.
Again, a little harder.

-Tuk, tuduk.

Then, a wooden board disguised as weed fell down.

“… What’s this?”

On the floor beneath the wooden board, there were many sharp tree thorns that looked painful to look at.
It felt like if I stepped on it unknowingly, I would fall into it and get my foot stabbed.

“… A booby trap?”

Remembered This is a booby trap that I learned during military training class.

Was it the Vietnam War? It was a story that the tactic of inflicting injuries with these conventional traps had become popular.

If you fall into such a trap, your life will not be in danger, but the operation personnel will suffer great losses.
The injured person + the number of people to escort the person + the number of people to escort the person. Usually, up to 4-5 people are taken out of battle for each wounded person. If you think about it on a platoon level, it means that 5 out of 12 people are missing, so it must be said that the blow is big.

I inspected the trap a little closer.

The pointed tree thorn was undoubtedly a product of man’s hand.
It was human work to dig a hole, to make a thorn trap, and to camouflage it by placing a wooden board over it.

Above all, this trap is an anti-personnel trap. Traps for hunting people, not traps for hunting animals. I felt the intent to kill people.

“It’s a trap…”

It’s not that I didn’t think of setting traps around our hideout.
However, someone in our party could accidentally step on the trap, or else an unrelated survivor could be injured. So I thought about it and didn’t install it.

But to think that someone actually set up a trap like this.

If it’s natural, it’s natural. Rather, I must have been too far fetched. There is a way to efficiently hunt other survivors and protect the hideout, but it’s strange not to use it.

“That means there are survivors around here.”

How will we do it.

It seems that this group will not be easy compared to the other group.
If you’re a group that’s prepared to harm others, you won’t mind having sex. After laying traps around the hideout in this way to ensure safety, they may be earning coins while having sex hard inside the hideout.

“This… Not good…”

It was a distance not yet detected by radar.
The fact that the traps were set up in a place so far away from the hideout, isn’t it proof that human and material resources are abundant? If you’re in need of something to eat right away like the group we just met, you won’t have the time to set up a trap this far away from your hideout.

There are many people and abundant materials. Then your equipment won’t even compare to the group you just met. There will be more traps the closer you get to the hideout. The danger warning lights in my head were blinking red.

“… No. It is more dangerous to leave it alone.”

Put your foot on the spike trap on the floor. Then, slowly transfer your weight to that foot.
I could feel the thorns digging through the soles of my combat boots.

If I had stepped on it unknowingly, it would have penetrated it. If military combat boots are of this level, there is nothing to say about other shoes. If someone from the poor group stepped on it earlier, they might have died because they couldn’t find the potion.

You feel the installer’s clear hostility.
‘If I go further inside here, I will die.’
It felt like a warning.

But what if you pretend not to know?

Let’s say that dozens of men and women are having a group orgy show every day.
Then, in a few weeks or months, a bad ending will be waiting for them to take over the island armed with advanced weapons.
As long as you have a weapon, there’s nothing to be afraid of in a dangerous area. Even Tyrannosaurus may be hunted for fun.

And the fate of me, my mother, Seung-hee and Kaylee, who were living happily in the hideout by then…

“It can’t be like that.”

Gathering my heart, I took a step into the woods.
This time, I was prepared to kill people.

*

We found a few more traps on the way.
There were floor traps like the ones I had never seen before, and traps that were connected by thin threads and fired arrows when touched.

The most common ones I saw were iron chalcoes, mechanical traps called bear traps.

This cunningly camouflaged trap is a trap that, when the prey steps on it, spiked teeth protrude from both sides and attack the ankle. If it’s a beast, you probably won’t be able to solve it until you die, and if you’re a person, you can solve it somehow, but it’s the same as being seriously injured.
And unlike other booby traps, iron chalcoes cannot be made by humans on uninhabited islands. It must have been bought with coins.
Does this group have enough room to buy and scatter these traps with coins? I was even more determined.

“… There is.”

North again at the eastern end. Their hideout seems to be located in the northeast corner of the island.

There is only one survivor caught on my map. There is a hideout at the northern end, and one person standing guard on the southern road a little away from there must have been caught on the radar.

That means it’s certain that there’s a hideout further north from here…

It seems difficult to trick the eyes of a vigilant human and sneak in.
In the end, we have no choice but to collide head-on.

I checked the equipment just barely outside the survivor’s mark.

Will the weapon be just a titanium spear? Aren’t knives and knives more advantageous in close combat?
I bought a light knife with 100 coins and stuffed it into my belt. It is for reserve

Knife fighting? You couldn’t have tried it, right?
You just need to be able to stab the vitals without being scared. Fighting between beginners is, in the end, a fight between gangs.

Just in case, I also stocked the pistol with bullets. 6 feet.
Coin is breathtaking. Use the remaining coins to buy potions and fill the belt.
Even in the game, potion shortcut designation is important. Because you don’t know what will happen.

The backpack was light, so I decided to just carry it. It will also serve as a cushion if attacked from behind. If you rob the hideout over there, I think you’ll have something to take care of.

The crossbow is full of 20 rounds. Thanks to practicing in advance, you can pull out and shoot at any time.
Of course, accuracy is not guaranteed.

“Then let’s go.”

Go north
Into their territory.
At this end, there is probably their hideout.

And in the middle of it, there is one human standing on the alert.
I shouldn’t have noticed earlier. I approached it worrying so much.

After getting a little closer, I checked the guard through the telescope.

“…”

I was sleeping.

One man. About late 30’s.
He was sleeping with his mouth open, leaning against a tree.

The clothes are shabby, similar to those of the previous survivors, but the soup did not flow. At least it seems to be washing up.
Beside him was a machete propped against a tree. A design similar to the one I used before. It’s probably worth a few tens of coins.

“Are you bandit?”

The first word that came to my mind when I saw it was ‘bandit’.
His shaggy face, unshaven beard, and large machete were enough to be called a bandit.

How will we do it.
Shall we go a little closer first?

If you don’t make a sound, you won’t wake up. And even if I woke up, there seemed to be no way for a man to attack me from a distance in a distance situation. If so, I had an advantage with a ranged weapon.

I killed my footsteps and approached the man.

Just open your eyes and you’ll be in the right direction. Even though someone came from the front so openly, the man was asleep without knowing the world.

Still? You still don’t know?

I moved closer to the man, aiming my titanium spear.
Maybe he’s pretending to be asleep. So, I prepared my mind so that I could strike back without panic even if I was attacked at any time.

“…”

… But, to the point of futility, nothing happened.
In the end, I arrived right in front of the man without incident.

It was an absurd result.
I’d rather the man wake up and attack me first.
That way, I would have been able to attack with peace of mind.

Kill me quietly like this?
If there really was a large survivor base out here, and if you were going to fight that group, you had to do it. That way you can sneak in and surprise them.

But what if you were an innocent survivor?
What if you were just a timid survivor whose hobby was setting traps around your hideout?

I stopped at a distance where I could stab the spear.
Still, the man was sleeping with his mouth open.