Life in Another World With Narration

19 – Promotion Request

1Vs100.

It is not the name of a certain broadcasting company’s quiz show.

No, I wish it was the name of a quiz show.

Sigh─ Sigh─

I was currently digging with a shovel on the road from the cemetery to the village.

How can the minority deal with the majority and the weak against the strong?

That was asymmetrical power.

Of course, it would be nice to have overwhelming power like the punitive force led by Gold-level adventurer Milleia.

But I was a novice adventurer, and I didn’t know how strong the monsters that would come out of that graveyard were.

Then, of course, we have to assume a situation where it is impossible to fight alone and win against the overwhelming majority of monsters using normal methods.

So the method I chose was a trap.

Operation name: Trap Hell.

I had a clear advantage over the monsters that were attacking me tonight.

The ‘information’ itself that these guys will wake up from the graveyard, climb over the hill, and attack the village.

Because we knew the exact location of the graveyard, we were able to pursue extreme efficiency in setting up traps.

Because there was no evidence to convince people, I had to do all the work alone.

I thought about digging up the grave, but I don’t think the villagers would stay quiet if I did that.

Fortunately, my body, which had been trained through magic conversion every day, was more efficient at work than many able-bodied workers.

“Whoa…” ….”

Even so, I couldn’t help but feel a little tired from doing all this on my own.

Actually, I felt more mentally exhausted than physically exhausted, but there wasn’t much time left.

Dig deep into the ground at the bottom of a hill, put a lot of dry grass inside, and then hang tree branches tightly on top.

Then cover it with grass again to complete the hole trap.

We found rocks around us and moved them one by one by hand to narrow the path from the cemetery to the village.

Large logs were piled on top of the hill, straw and dry grass were collected and piled in places where monsters were expected to pass.

The type of trap took into account the type of incoming monster.

There is a high possibility that the monsters attacking tonight are undead.

Physical traps such as sharp wooden spears or catapults will be less effective against undead.

So, traps were mainly installed to slow movement and restrict routes.

After almost finishing the work, the sun was already setting.

By now, the subjugation team must have arrived at the monster’s lair and begin the fight.

Finally, several unlit torches were placed in an empty wooden barrel and carried up the hill.

All preparations are complete.

I stood on the hill overlooking the cemetery and waited for night to come.

Finally, the sun set and darkness began to fall on the cemetery.

* * *

It was a night when everyone was asleep.

But I couldn’t sleep today.

As night fell, the cemetery became almost invisible from the top of the hill.

I had no choice but to go down directly to the cemetery with the lit torch, put it on the ground nearby, and come back up as if running away.

The fact that I was looking at the graveyard alone in the middle of the night somehow sent a chill down my spine.

I placed a torch at the bottom, and I could vaguely see the cemetery again from the top of the hill.

Even though it had already been quite a while since night fell, no special signs were detected in the cemetery.

“When does it start…?” ….”

As time passed, I became more anxious.

In my experience so far, the facts provided by the narration have never been wrong.

A monster will definitely appear in this graveyard tonight.

But as the night deepens and there are no signs, I become anxious.

『Yunoa recalled the peaceful sight of the villagers she had seen during the day.

She vividly remembered the innocent face of the child who had given her the flowers, as if it were still right in front of her.』

The narration flowing in my head brought back memories to me.

Stop it. Even if I don’t have to remind myself, I won’t run away anymore.

It is rather burdensome.

I looked up at the night sky to relax.

The big moon was half hidden by clouds.

Honestly, I still wasn’t sure if I could protect this village.

This time, what the narration said was wrong, and I was hoping that the night would pass without incident.

But the wind was shattered along with the sound that began to come from the direction of the cemetery.

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk.

A creepy sound coming from the cemetery in the quiet night air.

It was the sound of corpses rising from the graves and tombstones falling.

“Has it begun…?” ….”

I swallowed dry saliva and prepared my heart to greet the monsters that had risen from the grave.

Click. Click. Tuk. Tuk.

Hearing the sound of corpses rising in the pitch-black darkness was not a very pleasant experience.

If these beings weren’t a regular part of this world, I might have fainted from fear.

After a while, they appeared in earnest in a place lit by torches below.

Several emaciated skeletons with nothing left but bones.

Some corpses that had not yet fully rotted in the ground turned into zombies and were approaching the hill where I was standing.

Every time the skeleton moved, an unpleasant clicking sound of bones clashing against each other was heard.

The guys, who were moving slowly and languidly at first, were becoming noticeably faster.

Daughter… Kak… daughter… Kak…

Click… Click…

Click, click, click, click, click!

Skeletons with only bones left and empty eye sockets suddenly flashed blue eyes and ran at incredible speeds.

I immediately rolled the logs I had piled on the hill toward the bottom where they were.

Rorrr possible! Thud!

Large logs rolled down the steep slope of the hill and hit the running skeletons and zombies.

It was effective to set up rocks and various obstacles to entice the monsters in the cemetery to come to the hill where I was standing.

Kwasik! Kwazijic!

But they were not easy either.

The skeletons that had been pushed backwards by the log got up again and started swinging their arms with terrifying force to harpoon the log.

I wonder where these guys with barely any flesh, let alone muscles, get that kind of strength.

Whether their bones were broken or not, the skeletons kept moving forward, breaking the logs blocking the way up the hill.

We ran out of logs to roll on the hill.

Before we knew it, dozens of skeletons were climbing the hill again with fierce force.

However, it was not completely ineffective.

Unlike the first time, the limbs of the skeleton climbing the hill were not in good condition.

I saw many people whose bodies were damaged after being hit by logs and trying to clear a blocked path.

“Not yet.”

But this was not the end of our preparations.

The hill they were climbing was covered in clumps of dried grass that I had laid down in advance.

I took out a torch full of fire from the container next to me.

And then, with the torch he was holding, he lit the torches in the barrel one by one and threw them at the monsters.

Growing.

The torch left my hand and flew down the hill, and as soon as it touched the dry grass, it immediately burst into flames.

He doesn’t stop there, but keeps pulling out new torches from the barrel, lighting them, and throwing them again.

At first, the fire was burning in one or two places, but as the torches continued to be thrown, it started to grow bigger and bigger.

Skeletons and zombies climbing the hill were engulfed in hot flames, and the surrounding area became brighter.

Then, the entire scene of the cemetery, which I had not been able to see because it was dark, came into view again.

The graveyard is in disarray, as if a group of grave robbers had swept through it.

The miserable sight of fallen tombstones everywhere and holes in the ground.

Skeletons coming up the hill spouting flames from their eye and mouth sockets.

The peaceful scene of the cemetery that I had seen during the day suddenly disappeared and it was truly a hell-like scene.

“Is there still that much? ….”

Several skeletons broke through the flames and almost reached the top of the hill where I was.

After that, there were a lot of guys staggering up with their bodies on fire.

But unlike the logs, which only slowed them down, the flames definitely had an effect on them.

Focused on areas where large piles of grass were piled up and caught fire, people appeared who stopped moving in the flames.

Still, the firepower was still a bit lacking.

If I had a barrel full of oil or gunpowder, I would have definitely been able to annihilate these guys.

There was no way to save it in such a tight time frame, so there was nothing we could do.

Putting aside the regret that was passing through my mind, I drew my sword.

Now we need to reduce the number of people coming up the hill as much as possible.

The hole traps dug in the back were the last bastions.

But there were still a lot of undead coming up the hill.

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