The night is very long.
Not only above ground, but underground as well.
Playing with the sharp dagger in his hand, there were no fluctuations in the eyes of the man in the shadows.
He leaned against the wall of the Underground Ruins behind him, removed the cigarette that had burned to the filter from his mouth, and flicked it to the wall opposite.
The cigarette butt rolled into a large pool of blood and extinguished immediately.
The flames of the torch flickered, and the man gloomily looked at the dozens of Lizardman corpses opposite him, and the Copper Treasure Chest soaking in the blood. He took out a crumpled hardback notebook and began writing with an oil pen.
"Day 29, 33 Lizardmen, two Copper Treasure Chests."
After writing, he looked at the several numbers above.
"Day 29, 107 insects, 12 wooden treasure chests."
"Day 28, 82 insects, 8 wooden treasure chests, 47 Lizardmen, three Copper Treasure Chests."
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