Farming Against 100 Waves of Death
Prologue
First Wave - Missing
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"Mmmmmhh..."
A groggy voice of a man waking from his slumber emerged softly.
He opened his eyes; blinked rapidly several times, as everything before him appeared blurry.
...
"...What the heck...?"
After blinking for about half a minute, his vision finally cleared.
He lifted his head from the worn-out wooden bed he was lying on and looked around.
He muttered with a furrowed brow, his tone rather displeased and slightly annoyed.
What he saw before him was a small wooden room. The bed he was lying on was against the wall, and it would only take about 5-6 steps to reach the other side of the room.
Judging from the sight….
He guessed he was in some sort of a hut or a shack.
A very worn-out wooden shack as well.
"Was I kidnapped...? But I'm not even tied up..."
The young man in his early twenties slowly rose from the flat, thin mattress. One could say that if there's no mattress, it'd make no different.
While scanning the shack, he thought to himself.
Before this, he just left his room to buy supplies, but the next thing he knew, he woke up in this wooden shack.
His first thought that came to mind was that he'd been kidnapped.
The next thing he saw was a glass window in front of him, and a little to the left, a small door.
[Welcome, Mr. Yahrum, to this survival game.]
(Yahrum Pronunced -> Ya-Rum)
"What the heck!"
Before any other thoughts could form in his mind, the young man saw blood-red letters manifesting on the wall at the foot of his bed.
Besides the red texts written in an eerie style, what shocked the young man more was his name written there.
"What the f*ck is this?!"
He cursed out of fear. He thought he'd really been kidnapped, and the perpetrator might be a psychopath or worse.
[You can leave this mysterious place after you successfully defeated 100 waves of monsters.]
[Of course... if you're still alive, that is.]
"!!!"
Before fear could lead Yahrum's thoughts to other imaginations, the red texts on the wall faded within seconds, before the new ones emerged as if blood was seeping out of the wall.
His pupils contracted immediately after reading those sentences.
"F*cking what?! If you want to kill me, just do it to my face!! What kind of sick game are you talking about?!"
He cursed again out of anger and fear.
Becoming a victim and being toyed with by some psychopath was something he never thought would actually happen to him. It made him both angry and afraid, leaving him unsure what to do.
The only thing he could came up was that if they were really going to kill him, they should cut the crap and do it right away, at least he'd have some chance to fight back and escape.
Next moment, another idea came up, he thought the shack might have a mechanism that releases toxic gas, or something else that could kill him, so he rushed to open the door in panic.
He didn't even have time to consider whether his thoughts were rational or absurd; he just thrust the door opened immediately.
But what he saw next was only white fog not far away and dark brown soil.
Yahrum slowly walked through the door and down a few wooden steps to the outside of the wooden shack.
He looked left and right for the culprit or whatever that might be out there toying with him.
But he found nothing except vast, open land and white fog surrounding it.
"What the heck..."
With nothing to be found, he began walking around the shack before heading toward the white fog.
There was nothing else around the shack, just soil beneath his feet that was neither too hard nor too soft, giving him a feeling it would be suitable for growing plants.
"!!!"
He walked to a spot that is about 2-3 meters away from the white fog and stopped abruptly, his expression changed.
He didn't know what was inside the fog, but the feeling screaming in both his head and heart right now was fear, greater than when he was in the shack.
His body was howling, telling him not to get close. If he went in, his life would end immediately.
...
Thud!
Yahrum quickly ran away from the fog and rushed back into the shack without caring what might be inside.
He slammed the door shut behind him, not even afraid that the entire shack might collapse.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
[I thought you didn't want to go back home anymore, eh?]
While catching his breath, Yahrum, without much thoughts, turned to look at the wall with the texts.
He saw that the texts changed again.
Even the form of address was as if someone was actually talking to him.
"What is this! Who are you?!"
Yahrum slowly walked toward the wall and asked with deadly seriousness.
[Well. When I was about to explain, you ran out. Now you're back and karen-ing for explanations.]
[You still have that wayward personality as always.]
[Let's just say I'm definitely not a wall. Hahaha.]
Three blood-colored sentences appeared on the wall. Though they were making fun of Yahrum, he remained silent, waiting for explanatory messages to appear.
[To survive this place and return to your home is quite simple.]
[You must farm! And defeat 100 waves of monsters I mentioned earlier using various plants!!!!]
[I've prepared a set of gardening tools for you!]
While Yahrum was reading the message, three moderately large bubbles gradually appeared from thin air in front of him.
Inside these bubbles, there seemed to be images.
The first bubble on the left contained images of farming equipment: a rake, a hoe, a tiny spade, and a sickle.
The second bubble directly in front of him appeared an image of an ordinary watering can.
The third bubble on his right showed a brown small cloth pouch with black seeds depicted on it.
"...."
"...Ha... Hahahahahahaha"
After reading the wall messages and looking at all three bubbles, Yahrum was silent for a moment before gradually laughing out loud.
"....Ah....."
"F*CK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
After laughing for a while, he sighed once before taking a deep breath and cursing loudly with a thunderous voice.
[Have you already lost your mind before even fighting the first wave?]
The message on the wall changed again. Of course, Yahrum saw it.
"What the f*ck is this?! Punishment from God?!"
"Or those aliens you see in movies and cartoons???"
"Or are you just some psychopath I know f*king with me?!?!?!"
Yahrum spat questions with an aggressive tone and rapid speech.
His eyes no longer showed fear, only anger.
[...]
[That's right, Yahrum! This is a divine punishment!]
[I'm not a psychopath or someone you know. I am the one who punishes you in the God's name!!!!]
[Yahrum Lachviere*. Graduated from a local university with second-class honors.]
(Lar-k-Via)
[Although that university wasn't particularly outstanding or famous, he graduated with something to be proud of.]
[With his intelligent, he could work at many good places.]
[However..... besides being a sore loser who refuses to work like normal people, he's also a lazy bum who doesn't appreciate the value of farmers!!]
"Shut up!"
[He lives in a cheap room somewhere, far from his family, mostly isolated from the society.]
[Not only did he abandon his grandparents who raised him with great difficulty in their final period, but he also abandoned society, refusing to participate in any way.]
"Shut your mouth!"
[You left your only and poor family to continue suffering in fields while their backs screaming, and you enjoyed yourself alone in your room...]
"Shut the f*ck up, scum!!!! What would you know!!!!"
The red messages on the wall changed several times, making Yahrum's temper flare each time until he couldn't stand it anymore and had to shout out with a red in his eyes.
....
...
Several minutes passed with silence, he's trying to calm himself down.
The red messages on the wall remained unchanged.
[I do know. I know everything about you.]
[Every. Thing.]
A few seconds after Yahrum's emotions began to cool down, the red message changed again.
Suddenly, he got goosebumps, even though he had just released the anger that could overcome even fear not long ago.
"Who... are you really? I'm not playing this stupid game just because I'm antisocial. Idiot!"
Though fear is crawling back, Yahrum asked slowly with a stern face and tone.
[Someone who wants to punish you because you don't value farmers.]
[Someone who wants to see you suffer.]
[Someone who's very curious how a nobody like you will survive.]
[Now, Enough chit chat. I want to see how you'll get through the first wave.]
[This game is very simple. You must survive various kinds of monsters that coming to kill you, a total of 100 waves, and then I'll let you go home.]
[You can either fight them yourself or plant these seeds I've given you, outside the shack.]
[Each time you defeated the wave, you'll earn the right to randomly choose a reward.]
[Begin!]
[Good luck.]
[But for the love of God, just hurry up and die.]
[Time before the first wave arrives: 2: 12: 36]
"Hey! That's it?! Won't I die before these plants even grow?!"
Yahrum stood reading the messages silently for a long time. When he saw the word 'Begin,' he started panicking.
Pop!
Clang, Clang!
The three bubbles in front of him burst, and all the farming equipment fell down as if they were conjured from thin air, making noise loudly.
Seeing the equipment falling to the floor, he questioned the wall in hurry.
However, the messages on the wall remained unchanged, as if a signal was lost.
"Damn it! If only that fog wasn't so scary...."
Yahrum walked toward the seed pouch while grumbling with displeasure.
He opened the cloth pouch and found some unfamiliar black seeds inside.
He rubbed them slightly with his finger and felt that the seeds had a glossy surface, before withdrawing his hand and pulling the drawstring to seal the pouch.
Then he walked toward the farming equipment and picked up a hoe with a resigned expression, then opened the door to the area in front of his new home.
"Wait… which way will the monsters come from...?"
After sweeping his gaze for some good spots for a while, he suddenly realized something.
The wall hadn't told him which direction the first wave of monsters would come from.
....
"I'll just do it on all the four directions then..."
After thinking for a while, he decided to dig the soil around the shack in the four directions for coverage.
He walked down the small steps in front of the door and continued about 4-5 more steps before raising the hoe to dig the soil in front of him.
Chunk!
The sound of the hoe hitting the topsoil rose softly. He felt the soil here was easy to dig despite his other hand was holding the pouch causing some difficult to do so.
Chunk! Chunk!
..
"You idiot! What are you doing?! Stop!! Go away! Useless!!!"
However, after digging just a few times, the voice of a middle-aged man echoed in Yahrum's mind.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His right hand gripping the hoe tightened.
...
"F*ck it!"
He stood still with a frustrated expression for a moment before throwing the hoe to the ground and turning his back on it without looking back.
He decided not to plant trees as the wall instructed and thought he would fight the monsters by himself.
He walked straight through the wooden shack's door and threw the cloth pouch back toward the wall with the texts, then slowly walked to the bed.
[Time before the first wave arrives: 2: 05: 06]
Before Yahrum threw himself down on the hard mattress, he saw the texts on the wall showing the time had changed, but he ignored it and threw himself down on the mattress with the flat, hard pillow.
"I have the sickle and the spade... no need to plant trees at all..... It would take forever for them to grow anyway....."
With both hands behind his head, Yahrum gradually calmed down and thought about what had happened.
He remembered that in the pile of farming equipment, there were a sickle and a spade that could be used as weapons, so he decided not to plant those trees like he was ordered to.
He thought about what had happened today, then about the memories from the past, and finally his thoughts wandered until he fell asleep.
.....
"Yah..."
"Yahrum..."
"Yahrum...WAKE UP! ... YOU USELESS KID! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO IF YOU'RE STILL BEING LAZY LIKE THIS?!"
...
"Why did I have to dream about that...."
Yahrum jolted awake from a nightmare. He laid still on the bed while his brain tried to analyze the dream and the current situation.
"Not a dream...."
He could still see the wooden wall in front of him like before.
The only thing that had changed was the view beyond the window in front of him.
Before he fell asleep, there was still some light outside, but now...
Dusk was approaching.
[Time before the first wave arrives: 0: 00: 20]
Yahrum got up from the bed and walked toward the message wall to check the time.
Seeing that his preparation time was very limited, he hurried to grab the sickle and the spade.
...
[Time before the first wave arrives: 0: 00: 10]
"Sh*t, the hoe is outside!"
Having just woken up, he suddenly realized that he had left the hoe outside before coming back in.
With barely any time left, he hurried to the door and went out to retrieve the hoe.
He didn't know what kind of monster was coming, but if it could use the hoe to demolish the shack, he certainly wouldn't survive.
[Time before the first wave arrives: 0: 00: 00]
[First Wave: Rabid Rats]
The moment Yahrum picked up the hoe and was about to run back into the shack.
On the wall appeared a message in crimson unlike the usual red text.
At the same time, Yahrum could feel the ground trembling from behind him.
Though the trembling wasn't as violent as an army of horsemen, it was strong enough for him to sense it.
Squeak squeak squeak squeak
When he turned back to look, he saw black rats in various sizes, some as big as an infant, some as small as his palm.
Seeing this, a corner of his mouth slightly curved.
However, before he could laugh even a bit, he noticed that some rats in the approaching swarm were drooling.
"F*ck!!"
Yahrum's brain immediately commanded his entire body to rush back into the wooden shack.
Whatever those slobbering rats were, his brain screamed at him to stay away from them.
Thud!
[First Wave: Rabid Rats]
[Time to clear the first wave: 04:53]
When Yahrum returned inside with the door shut loudly, he glanced at the wall hoping to discover something.
Then he froze, eyes wide, and speechless.
"Rabies..."
Throughout his life, he had never been wounded by an animal before, so he had never received a vaccine against this disease.
Nor had he had any interest to receive it as it proved unnecessary.
He didn't know much about this disease. He only knew that once the symptoms emerged, the mortality rate was almost 100%!
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch.
While Yahrum stood frozen, scratching sounds came from the window glass.
"F*ck!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Yahrum was terrified beyond measure. The hand holding the hoe weakened until it dropped down to the floor.
Both his hands clutched his head. His body slowly fell back to the wall as he gradually slumped down.
The young man felt hopeless and began to panic.
At first he thought, this was just the first wave, probably nothing difficult would emerge, so he planned to handle it himself.
Yes, if it's just small rats, he could manage it by himself.
But diseased rats! A disease with a survival rate of nearly zero!
He didn't want to risk it at all.
And the number seemed considerable.
They were too many. Even if he was careful enough and managed to kill the foremost ones first, there were too many to handle in time.
One way or another, he would definitely get bitten or scratched.
And then he would be infected...
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
While he was terrified of death, the damage on the glass seemed to grow larger, and worse yet, sounds and movements could be sensed at the corner of the shack.
Those rats were using their teeth to gnaw through the rotten wood of this shack!
"Just kill me already!!!!!!!!!!!"
Yahrum despaired as he saw death approaching. He shouted at the wall with all his strength.
If you're going to kill me, just do it. If he had to slowly die from being gnawed by rats, it would be a terror.
At that moment, a small hole opened in the wall in front of him. It wasn't far from the door.
A black rat with saliva and blood dripping from its mouth saw Yahrum and was running toward him.
Whack!
Yahrum quickly grabbed the hoe nearby, struck the rat, killing it instantly.
"There might still be hope!!!"
There's a saying that when a living being is pushed to the extreme limits of fear, only two outcomes will follow.
Accept the fate, or defy the fate.
For most living beings, when faced with inevitable death that cannot be avoided or resisted, they would choose to accept their fate and die.
But Yahrum chose to fight on!
Just like he had been doing in his entire life!
"Come on!"
With chemicals surging through his body and his courage returning, Yahrum roared loudly and fiercely.
Even if the shack was somewhat damaged, it didn't matter!
If the rats came in gradually through the holes, he could use that as a strategy!
And he would get through this wave one way or another!
However, what gave him courage also became his death sentence.
Crash! Crash!
Both window panes had shattered!
A vast number of disease-ridden black rats were pouring in!
Yahrum wanted to kill himself for shouting those words.
Slash! Slash! Whack! Thud!
In his panic, he used the hoe in his hand to chop down toward the floor, taking the lives of two or three rats with each strike.
And in his panic, sometimes he missed. He either struck the empty wooden floor, or some parts of the rats.
Besides killing the rats, he was also destroying the only defensive base he had right now!
While attacking, some rats jumped onto his back, shoulders, and arms.
Yahrum quickly shook them off, afraid of being bitten and infected.
"Ouch! F*ck!"
But it was to no avail. He only had two arms, and those arms were busy swinging the hoe to prevent more rats from getting closer.
Some that clung to his back and couldn't be shaken off climbed up to his neck and bit the back of his neck.
Since he got bitten, Yahrum's brain no longer had time to fear the disease. He quickly grabbed the rat on the back of his neck and threw it toward the window where it was cut by glass shards.
"Since I've already been bitten anyway, f*ck it!"
He resolved in his heart, before beginning to swing the hoe faster.
However, he began to feel that the hoe was no longer a suitable weapon in this situation.
Even though his strikes were useful, the number of rats didn't seem to be diminishing at all.
So he turned toward the wall where he had placed a sickle before going out to retrieve the hoe.
Slash! Slash! Whack!
Yahrum tried to swing the hoe horizontally. The main purpose was to clear a path. If the rats died in the process, that was a bonus.
However, the number of incoming rats was increasing, making it impossible for him to see the weapon he had placed there before.
By now, rats were everywhere in the shack.
Farming equipment, seeds, and even the large wooden bed were being pushed around by the rats.
"F*ck! I can't see anything!"
Yahrum continued to swing and sweep, even though his body was bleeding more and more from the rats' bites creating gaping wounds.
Now, he managed to stand in the middle of the shack, in front of the door.
However, he couldn't see any equipment or weapons in the original position.
"Sh*t!"
At that moment, a rat jumped at his neck from the front, startling him.
He quickly punched it with his left arm, making it fall to the floor, then immediately put that arm across his shoulder to protect his neck.
Crisis had arrived. He didn't have enough strength to use one arm to swing the hoe to clear the path.
However, his brain didn't have time to choose or think anymore. He followed his instincts.
He moved his arm from his neck to grip the hoe and swept it to clear the path as before.
He thought, if another rat jumped at him, he could just slap it away again.
Then a rat did jump and aimed for his neck.
Squeak!
He quickly used the back of his left hand to swat it away, however...
"F*ck!"
Another rat that was at his feet gradually climbed up his leg and jumped to bite his neck perfectly.
Fortunately, it could only bite shallowly. Yahrum quickly used his right hand to squeeze it tightly and throw it away.
Yes, his right hand.
Unfortunately, startled by the neck bite, his right hand instinctively released the hoe and reached to grab the rat, following the instinct of a right-handed person.
The rats swarmed in until the hoe was almost buried in their horde.
Whack! Squeak! Whack!
In his panic, Yahrum used his left arm to cover his neck again and quickly kicked the rat horde on the floor to clear the path to grab the hoe.
"Grrr!"
When he had a chance to grab the hoe, he quickly bent down to pick it up, but his hand was swarmed by the rats and got bit making him flinch and growl with frustration.
The pain in his back hadn't hit him yet, but the pain in his hand from the bites was stinging badly. The rats' teeth sank quite deep.
He had no choice but to use his left arm to pull the rats off again.
He couldn't use his right hand to shake them off because it was now firmly gripping the hoe.
While removing rats from his hand, more and more rats began jumping onto his back until his body was almost completely covered by them.
After pulling all the rats off his right hand, Yahrum followed his instincts. He reached his left arm to grab the hoe and swung it incircle to create space again.
Fortunately, he successfully removed the rats quickly, so his throat was still safe.
He was bending over, and with both arms extended, his neck was protected from both sides.
Although the upper part of his neck was at risk of being bitten by the rats on his back, at least that area was less dangerous than the sides and bottom one.
Thud!
When he created enough opportunity to stand up, he quickly backed toward the wall to deal with the rats clinging to his back, making a loud crashing sound.
Though some fell from his back, others still clung tightly.
He had no choice anymore.
He used his left arm to cover his entire neck like before, dropped the hoe in his right hand, and reached back to swat the rats off his head and neck while banging his head to daze the rats.
Thud, thud!
By now, all the rats on his back had fallen to the floor, but the survival wasn't over yet.
Although Yahrum had his back against the wall to prevent rats from climbing up again, in front of him, black-furred animals were climbing up to his face continuously.
In that life-or-death moment, he saw a long pole with something white covering its end near the window on the left wall.
He decided to run toward it immediately!
His left arm still covering his entire neck while his right arm raised to the head level, and use that right hand to cover the back of his head as well.
"Ugh!"
When approaching to the pole, he switched arms, using his right to cover his entire neck like the left one while his left arm reached down, grabbing the pole successfully then yanked it along with him.
After that, Yahrum jumped toward the window behind the pole with great speed.
The broken glass in the window had enough dead rats, crushed by their fellows during the entry, to somehow protected him from those sharp glass.
However, the broken glass at the top had nothing on it!
His right shoulder was cut by the sharp glass in a long streak, and small glass fragments were torn out along with his body.
Thump!
"Arghhhh!"
Yahrum's body successfully made it outside the wooden shack.
His body rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.
The object he grabbed earlier slipped from his hand while rolling, not far from him.
When he stopped rolling, he moaned in pain.
The long wound from the glass wasn't too painful yet, but the glass fragments that came out with him were embedded in his right shoulder down to almost his hand, making him feel like someone had inserted hot needles into his arm.
But there was no time to moan.
He quickly collected himself and looked back at the rats in the shack and the object he had grabbed earlier.
"F*ck!"
The watering can.
The long pole with white covering at the end was just his watering can!
Seeing it, he exclaimed in disappointment.
But there was no time to cry out anymore. He saw rats starting to pour out from both broken windows and the hole forming at the bottom of the door.
He hurried to grab the watering can. Even if he couldn't use it to kill them, at least he could use it to swat them away!
Besides, he was outside now, the area for evading and counterattacking was wider!
While the rats were pouring out, Yahrum quickly examined himself to see if there were any rats still on him.
Finding none when looking down, he used his left hand to grip the watering can's end and quickly swung it around to the back of his head and swept down to his back.
"Nothing there. Good."
He thought to himself after finding no rats remaining on his back.
His right arm was in extreme pain. He had only his left arm to fight now.
He gripped the end of the watering can firmly and struck it down on the ground, hoping to kill the rats that had reached him by now.
Thwack, thwack, thud! Splash, splash, splash
However, what he didn't expect was that while using the watering can to hit the rats, there was actually water inside it.
When he swatted the rats away, water splashed out all over the ground.
But he had no time to care about that now. More and more rats were streaming out!
"F*ck, how many more?!"
Seeing rats starting to swarm around him in greater numbers, Yahrum quickly looked for an escape.
He ran away to the side, hoping to lure the rats to follow him in one direction.
While running, he cursed inwardly. These rats seemed to be flowing endlessly, and he had no idea of their actual numbers.
...
[Time to clear the first wave: 01:34]
"Huff, huff!"
After running from the rats for a while, Yahrum began panting. His legs were burning all over and could no longer be lifted.
Though he exercised occasionally, he had never run continuously for this long before.
He ran in circles around the shack. Fortunately, the rabid rats lacked the intelligence to realize they were being led in circles multiple times.
"What kind of f*cking creatures are these, even more persistent than normal rats!"
Now Yahrum couldn't move his legs anymore. He stood panting at the front of the shack, not far from where he had started running.
Seeing the rats swarming toward him again, he cursed in bewilderment.
True, wild animals had more endurance, and some rats were visibly running slower due to fatigue, but Yahrum thought at least some should be unable to move their legs like him, yet why did those approaching still look fine?
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.
His heart was beating so rapidly it felt like it might burst from his chest.
He was breathing heavily and exhausted, his breath so hot it seemed like he could breathe fire.
"That's it..."
"At least... it was worth it..."
His legs collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. He had given up.
Yahrum slumped down because he had surrendered. If he continued running, he thought his heart would fail before surviving this wave.
Although it occurred to him that this wave had a time limit, he didn't think he would survive even if the time ran out...
The person who put him in this hell probably wouldn't be that kind.
At that moment...
Rustle
In front of him, a plant began to grow larger.
At first, a long single slender black leaf grew taller from the ground, but within seconds that single slender leaf began sprouting more leaves. The tips of those leaves curled down.
The moment after, a slender black but seemingly sturdy stem grew up from the middle of those leaves.
The tip of that stem split into five parts, before gradually blooming into a bright blooded-red flower.
That flower continued to bloom until it stopped within a few seconds.
The process of growth and blooming took about ten seconds.
And then...
Gulp! Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.
Yahrum's eyes suddenly widened.
He could see that flower in detail because it was as tall as him or perhaps even taller.
It looked like a normal flower, with a black stem and leaves though the veins were still visible.
The blood-red five-petaled flower at the top was beautifully terrifying.
However, what almost made him wet himself was the countless sharp yellow teeth that appeared in the center of the flower.
When it fully bloomed, the flower seemed to look down at the rats on the ground.
Then it snapped down to the ground so fast that Yahrum's body jumped with fright.
About a dozen rats were bitten and swallowed by the flower immediately.
Yahrum couldn't see whether the flower swallowed the rats like a real animal or not
because he was now behind it.
Yahrum saw new hope. He slowly got up and walked toward the strange flower.
However...
Gulp!
The moment he was about 4-5 steps away from it, the sharp-toothed flower turned to him and bit immediately.
The sound of it biting the air was so loud that it was clearly audible.
Fortunately, he was outside its biting range, so nothing happened except for a momentary startle.
"Does it bite everything that comes near it?"
He thought to himself, before shifting his gaze past the flower to what was behind it.
The rats were still swarming toward him as if they weren't afraid of that strange flower.
Gulp!
Yahrum slowly moved a bit away from the flower so it would focus on the rats instead.
When the rats came close again, about a dozen of them were snapped up and swallowed once more.
"F*ck, no time to daydream now!"
Although the strange flower could handle the rats,
its mouth was too small to deal with all the remaining rats.
Plus, the speed of each bite wasn't very fast.
Yahrum saw some rats swarming around the base of the flower, while the rest were rushing toward him.
A new plan of hope! He would run around the hut like before!
But he would circle close to the flower to let it bite too!
His legs started running with hope again!
"So this is what they meant by planting a tree!"
"Like that game!"
"Alright, you evil spawns I'll show you how I've survived for 24 years!"
While Yahrum ran around the hut, he kept glancing at the flower.
He saw hope that he could escape from this god forsaken place!
But suddenly.....
[Time to clear the first wave: 00:00]
Just as he was about to run past the flower,
all the rats in his sight vanished as if they had never existed.
They disappeared as if he had been hallucinating all along...
"What... the hell?!"
He stopped running and muttered.