After killing the second Murloc, Roger, completely drained, staggeringly fell to the ground. He gasped for air, his arms unable to lift due to muscle strain.
But after resting for just a moment, he stood up again, picked up the wooden stick that had fallen far away, and smashed the Murloc's head fiercely several times, until he was sure it was dead, then slowly approached and pried the iron axe stuck in its skull.
In the movies of his past life, there were too many plots where characters were killed in return, and he did not wish to become one of those protagonists who almost succeeded but ultimately failed.
He came to the door, which had a big hole in it, through which the wind swept in the rain. Distant gunfire could still be heard from the lighthouse.
Not having time to rest, Roger, shivering, searched for nails and planks. He didn't know if more monsters would attack, but he needed to roughly repair the damaged door and windows at least.
As for the lighthouse, he dared not go there now.
Judging by the sound of gunfire, the situation there probably wasn't much better. On a stormy night like this, if he rashly approached, Kant might mistake him for a monster and blow his head off with a single shot.
Much to Roger's relief, perhaps because Kant's position was drawing attention, no monsters approached as he struggled to block the holes, until the cabin was still and quiet all around.
The room was a bloody mess, but at that moment, Roger couldn't care less. Clutching the iron axe, he persevered till daybreak, exhausted.
The sky cleared, the torrential rain ceased.
Smack smack!
Outside the cabin, a tall figure with a hunting shotgun approached briskly, splashing through the puddles.
"Whoosh!"
Before he could get close to the cabin, something round flew out of nowhere, tumbling down at his feet.
Kant looked down and his face suddenly changed.
With the axe in hand, Roger stood half outside the door, looking at Kant in the distance, "Dear Mister Kant, could you tell me what this is?"
The blood on his face was not wiped off, sticky and thick, and as it coagulated, it made his face look extremely ferocious with every change in expression.
"You're actually not dead?"
Staring at the Murloc's head at his feet, Kant's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked Roger up and down.
"It seems you're quite eager for me to be dead?"
Roger's tone was somewhat harsh.
Kant, however, did not mind, clearly still struggling to recover from the shock.
After hesitating slightly, Kant sighed, "Since you've already seen it, I can't keep it from you anymore."
He looked deeply at Roger.
"You really are an unbelievable fellow."
"Go wash up, then come to the lighthouse and find me. I'll tell you everything I know."
With the crisis temporarily averted, Roger relaxed a bit, and only then did he notice that the model of the wooden house in his mind was glowing faintly.
"Detecting monster corpse, usable parts discovered. The basic structure of the wooden house does not contain an Anatomy and Alchemy room. Related functions cannot be activated."
"Monster Manual update in progress, Alchemy Notes update in progress…"
Reading this message, Roger's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the study, which was a mess after last night's fight.
But in his sight, those few books were intact on the shelf.
Roger pulled out the Monster Manual.
On the once-blank pages of the book, there were now texts and images.
Bay Murloc: A lower-class xenomorph that lives near solitary islands, with a basic structure similar to that of humans. Adults range from 1.3 to 1.6 meters tall, with strength comparable to that of an average adult human male.
Naturally brutal, fast-moving, with sharp claws and teeth, the scales on their bodies offer considerable defensive power.
They live in groups.
Weaknesses: The heart, the caudal vertebra, and the joints of the lower limbs.
Gills, lungs, and other parts can be harvested for special substances for making potions.
Besides a simple introduction, there was also clear imagery from multiple angles, showing this creature.
Roger couldn't help but exhale in astonishment; If he had seen this information the night before, handling the situation might have been easier.
Fortunately, he had prepared some small contraptions in the room in advance to deal with a possible attack from Kant, otherwise, even if he could have killed the Murloc, he himself would likely have been severely injured or even killed.
The injury on his back was just a superficial wound, and it should be fine once Kant helped him with some simple treatment.
The update in the Alchemy Notes was an Alchemy Potion that primarily consisted of materials from the body parts of Bay Murlocs. It required too many things, and Roger merely glanced at it before returning it to its original place.
It was a pity that there was no so-called dissection room or alchemy lab; otherwise, most of the materials from the monsters could have probably been utilized.
The current wooden house was not going to solve these issues, and Roger had thought about expanding it, but unfortunately, that method was simply not feasible.
"I hope there will be a chance to find a bigger house in the future,"
"Maybe one day, I could recreate a castle like Kaer Morhen in this world, and then I could keep a few cute female sorceresses..."
His thoughts drifted, and he began to envision his happy life in the future.
Roger went to the seaside to wash the blood off his body, and as he looked at his young face reflected in the calm waters, he got slightly lost in thought for a moment.
It was a young and even somewhat naive face, with black hair, appearing as though he was of mixed ancestry. However, at the moment, the eyes on his face were filled with something that made Roger a bit frightened.
It was a tinge of excitement.
Excited about what?
Killing, or a desperate survival?
It must be the latter, Roger silently told himself.
After changing into clean clothes, he wiped the iron axe dry and tucked it into his waist, then went to the iron door beneath the lighthouse.
"The door isn't locked."
Kant's voice came from inside.
Roger pushed the door open and entered. Inside, Kant was organizing miscellaneous items, piling some things to one side and clearing a small area.
"From tonight on, you'll stay here at night,"
Roger was slightly taken aback, but Kant's next words made him understand the reason.
"They will come again."
"As long as the storm continues, they could come at any time."
Kant repeated.
"A storm?"
Roger suddenly remembered the night he arrived at the island. Normal people wouldn't choose to go out in such weather. Now it seemed likely that Kant had been investigating the situation and just happened to find him washed ashore.
"What are those things?"
Roger asked.
Hearing the word "things," Kant slightly frowned, but after a moment of thought, he said, "Call them whatever you want—Murlocs? Water Ghosts?"
"Anyway, they're not human."
"Do the police know about this situation?"
This was the question that Roger was most concerned about because the official attitude toward these monsters could reveal a lot of issues.
"How could they?"
Kant let out a cold laugh.
"I've told them once, but those idiots filled with shit for brains thought I was crazy."
"You could show them evidence, with the corpses of these Murlocs..." Roger paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing that he hadn't seen a single Murloc corpse around the lighthouse.
Kant raised an eyebrow.
"Realized the problem?"
"Apart from the one in your room, those creatures have to date not left behind a single body. All the dead monsters have been dragged away by their companions."
"Who knows where they went, maybe they were eaten," said Kant nonchalantly.
He exhaled, "About these creatures, I still have to start from the beginning."