MTLNOVEL Chapter 57: Ghoul Ambush?
The bullet struck the bull right in the middle of the skull. Its body jerked as it fell to the ground, just a few mere inches from Quagmire. With the bull landing just a few feet before him, he breathed a sigh of relief. If he were a tad bit late, he would have been pummeled to death by those deathly horns that would have definitely pierced and killed him.
With another breath of relief, he glanced from right to left, observing his current location, as the attack and counter by the bulls definitely should have made a lot of noise around, which might already have compromised his position. Thus, he needs to be in a position to escape at a moment's notice.
He lowered his rifle and moved behind a bush just a few meters from where he had engaged the bull earlier. Looking over his shoulder, he observed the dead bull near him, and the cow and another dead bull a few dozen meters before him. Then he turned towards the surrounding area. He waited for a few moments, and when he finally decided to come out, he breathed a sigh of relief.
With the pistol at hand pointed at the ground, he moved out of the cover with a guard stance, ready to engage at a moment's notice. This time, he had the rifle stashed earlier and brought out the pistol, which is more flexible in this kind of situation and would allow him to move faster against the ghouls in a close-quarter battle.
With big striding yet silent steps, he moved over to the bull that had its head cracked from the bullet. He observed the bull and was quite shocked at how big the bull was. He was sure that if he alone ate it, it might just take an entire month or even more to finish the entire thing. Thankfully, things like these get preserved in the spatial inventory.
Unfortunately, as his first sons are about to be born, he would need to create a refrigerator, or a cooling area to preserve the meat, so that even if he were not there, they would be able to acquire and butcher the meat. However, it would also start the process of rotting. No matter how preserved a meat is, if it's been dead a long time, you can taste and smell it, and it is pretty disgusting.
Not only that, but he would also have to teach those kids proper manners and etiquette. No matter how intelligent they may be. Nothing could beat a cultured person. They can make all the scientific progress in the entire world, and be isolated at the same time. After all, socialization and community are the most important. Without it, man is nothing.
That is why he would need to have his sons and the future humanity have a class befitting of their intelligence and hard work as a civilization; it is also a way for him to honor his past home. By glorifying his civilization in a distant star far from home.
With a firm sway, he extended his arm and had his palms at the top of the bull, and within a span of less than a second, the body of the bull disappeared, gone forever from the very world. Only to come back later as cooked beef.
Within a few moments after he stashed the body into the spatial inventory, he had already stashed the bull and the cow into the inventory too. Right now, he had caught a lot already, a few cows and a few bulls, a lot of beef to the point that they, or just he, might get tired of eating it only. Surely, he would need to find a more flavorful spice, although the adjutant gave him some, he must ration it, and its selection is rather limited. So there are not a lot of taste buds he could experiment with.
Well, no matter what, he is still happy that he has enough food to stay for a long time, a bed, and a roof over his head. Which he should be grateful for, considering the living conditions of some inhabitants of this world.
With an optimistic mindset, he shifted his focus from hunting game or food. He felt like these would be enough for the children and him during the next few days. Surely they would not be able to fit an entire cow into their stomach, right? Considering how little they are compared to those.
With that in mind, he stood up, put the gun in a resting position, and proceeded to scout the surrounding area.
After walking for a few more moments, he encountered a single ghoul. Fortunately, this ghoul seems to have been staring in front of the tree. Quagmire saw an opportunity and instead of firing his gun and risk attracting a horde of ghouls before him.
Thus, with a slow and steady movement, he crept up towards the ghoul. His heart started to beat much faster as it anticipated the thrill and excitement that was about to unfold. Unfortunately, his excitement turned into one of those who faulted him.
With his knife in his hand, he crept ever closer, and when it was time to attack, he brought his knife upward and brought it down as if it were a heavenly punishment. Unfortunately, before he took action, he was about to be stabbed.
The ghoul heard it, and with a menacing call, it shouted with the most harrowing sound he had ever encountered in his very life. Quagmire was stunned by what was happening, fortunately, he snapped out of it. The longer the creatures cry, the more ghouls will arrive en masse.
With a firm decision, he quickly readjusted his body and face, and immediately plunged the knife down its head with a force of threat and arms. The ghoul were killed instantly, but before something happened, he glanced around and saw that the bushes had moved everywhere.
His heart was beating to the heat of the battle, as tears of sweat struggled to ever pierce his face which includes his vision of the battlefield ahead of him.