The forest was unusually alive tonight, buzzing with the sounds of chirping insects, distant growls, and the occasional rustle of leaves. I marched forward, Glowshroom-powered club in hand, while the rest of the ogres stumbled along behind me like an uncoordinated parade.
"Why are we following the runt again?" Grumpy grumbled, his massive feet crunching through the undergrowth.
"Because she's the only one with a plan," Scarface growled, glaring at him. "Unless you'd prefer to wander around aimlessly and get eaten by something bigger."
Grumpy crossed his arms, pouting like a toddler. I ignored him. No time for babysitting—there was a real problem to deal with.
The roar we'd heard earlier? Not just some run-of-the-mill beast. According to the system's helpful little notification, it belonged to a "Territorial Beast" that had decided to set up shop near our cave. And if we didn't take care of it, we'd be on the menu.
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Step 1: Assess the Problem (While Dealing with Idiots)
We arrived at the edge of a clearing, where the beast's massive form loomed in the moonlight. It was some kind of mutated bear—twice as tall as Scarface, with glowing red eyes and claws that looked sharp enough to cut through stone.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
Territorial Beast: Glowing Ursus (Level 12).
Threat Level: High.
"Well, that's just fantastic," I muttered.
"Fantastic?" Grumpy hissed. "We're all gonna die!"
"Not if you listen to me," I said, turning to face the group. "Here's the plan—"
"Plan? Ha! You think you're the boss of us?" Grumpy interrupted, puffing out his chest.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yes, Grumpy. That's exactly what I think."
Before he could argue, Scarface smacked him upside the head. "Shut up and listen to the kid. She's smarter than all of us combined."
Grumpy grumbled something unintelligible but stayed quiet.
"Alright," I continued. "The beast is big and strong, but it's not invincible. We just need to work together."
The ogres exchanged doubtful glances.
"Look," I said, sighing. "Do you want to survive or not?"
That seemed to get through to them. They nodded reluctantly.
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Step 2: Use the Morons as Bait
I divided the group into two teams. Grumpy and a few of the other muscle-brains were tasked with distracting the beast, while Scarface and I would focus on attacking its weak spots.
"Why do we have to be the bait?" Grumpy whined.
"Because you're big, loud, and annoying," I said sweetly. "Perfect for catching its attention."
He opened his mouth to argue but closed it again when Scarface glared at him.
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Step 3: Improvise When the Plan Inevitably Fails
The initial part of the plan went surprisingly well. Grumpy and his team charged into the clearing, yelling and waving their makeshift weapons. The Glowing Ursus roared and lunged at them, giving Scarface and me a chance to sneak around behind it.
But then Grumpy, being the genius he is, tripped over a root and face-planted right in front of the beast.
"Are you kidding me?" I hissed.
The Ursus swiped at him, narrowly missing as he scrambled to his feet. The rest of his team panicked and scattered, leaving him alone with the very angry bear.
"Looks like we're up," Scarface said, cracking his knuckles.
"Right," I said, activating Spore Cloud.
A golden mist enveloped the clearing, obscuring the Ursus's vision. It roared in frustration, swiping blindly at the air.
Scarface and I moved in, targeting its legs with quick strikes. My Glowshroom-powered club wasn't much, but it managed to leave faint cracks in the beast's tough hide.
Grumpy, to his credit, managed to regroup with the others and rejoin the fight. They distracted the Ursus long enough for Scarface and me to land a few more hits, weakening it bit by bit.
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Step 4: Finish It Off in Style
After what felt like an eternity, the Ursus finally started to slow down, its movements sluggish from the spores and accumulated damage.
"This is it!" I shouted. "Go for the head!"
The ogres charged in unison, landing a flurry of blows that brought the beast to its knees. I climbed onto its back, gripping my club tightly.
"Time to end this," I muttered, swinging with all my strength.
The club connected with the Ursus's skull, and with a final roar, it collapsed to the ground.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
Territorial Beast Defeated.
You have gained experience and loot.
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Step 5: Bask in the Glory (And Clean Up the Mess)
The ogres cheered, their earlier doubts forgotten. Even Grumpy looked impressed, though he tried to hide it behind his usual scowl.
"Not bad, runt," Scarface said, clapping me on the back.
"Thanks," I said, grinning. "But we still have to deal with the loot."
The Ursus's massive body began to dissolve, leaving behind a pile of items:
1. Bear Claws – Sharp enough to craft into weapons.
2. Glowing Pelt – Could be used for armor or sold for a high price.
3. Boss Relic Shard – My second shard!
I tucked the shard away, already thinking about how to use it.
"Alright," I said, turning to the others. "Let's head back before something else decides to eat us."
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As we made our way back to the cave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The ogres might still be idiots, but they were my idiots, and together, we'd survived our first real challenge.
"Not bad for a baby ogre," I said to myself, smirking.
Little did I know, this was just the beginning of our wild adventures.