Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

After witnessing the one-sided beatdown, I had to quickly implement countermeasures against a unit the opponent had that was, quite frankly, problematic, to say the least.

Incredible strength, high durability, regeneration and a mean looking face to boot.

Since the fight was against goblins, I had no idea how my gorillas would fare against a troll. Sure, an orc or lizardman could kill it, but not before sacrificing some of their men, however.

Nicholas though… Wasn't he an A-rank Hunter back when he was still on active duty?

Anyway, since I had one enemy unit I knew would probably be a staple in the enemy's Dungeon, I had to devise some countermeasures.

And by countermeasures, I mean gorilla wall. No matter how strong a single troll is, a wall of giant iron would be enough to stop them in their tracks. The problem is with their regeneration. It doesn't matter if you can wound a troll, their regeneration will be up in a matter of moments and their wounds will close a few seconds later.

What I needed was either a one-shot kill, or something that could halt their regeneration, even if temporarily, and let's face it, a one-shot kill attack is impossible right now, unless you're Nicholas, or me with my [Canon Blow].

I refrained from sending another scouting unit, and focused on developing the defenses for my Dungeon. Since DP can not be used to lay traps in this simulation, I had the goblins, kobolds, and lizardmen create some new ones and place them around the area, since I had removed them when I first planned to create the monster city.

Who knew that decision would bite me in the butt in the future? Goddamn Murphy…

"For now, I'll just have to wait for an incoming attack and brace myself." I said to myself, since I was getting a bit unnerved by the silence of this room.

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It wasn't until about an hour later that an attack came from the opposing side, and it wasn't just a scouting troop. It was a fucking army…

Like, holy fucking shit served on a platter for guests at a wedding. Just look at how many they are!

A few dozen trolls, a bunch of goblins, some wolves, orcs, and kobolds. Counting all of them, they seemed to number about 500 or more.

Like what the fuck? I just started a few weeks ago! Don't come crashing down on my door when I was just starting!

Anyway, a major attack was incoming. I had some chimp archers stationed on top of the wall. Thanks to the mines, we had an ample supply of stones, so the walls were replaced with stone, although this was only applicable to the side facing the entrance.

We still need more time to replace the wooden walls with stone ones in my real Dungeon.

Anyway, on top of the walls where the chimp archers were stationed. I also placed some braziers so the chimps could fire some flaming arrows.

This was one of the contingencies I had thought of when battling against a horde of trolls. There was a lore about trolls being weak to fire in fantasy novels and books – most of them had the same weakness, mind you – and if it is true, then fire is a good bet.

I also had my replica self ready to cast some fire magic just in case the trolls overwhelm the archers.

I looked at the incoming attack force and was left jaw-hanging by what I saw.

'Is… Is he fucking serious…?' I wanted to facepalm… I really, really do… But… 'Is he underestimating me? Is he really fucking doing that?'

The trolls were at the front, all of them charging towards the city without nary a thought to themselves. The trolls blitzed past through the traps, and followed were the other monsters that were weaker than them.

'Holy shit… He is…' Now this might sound strange, but why would a charging force of 500 be called underestimating an enemy?

Well, it's because that's all they did. Charge and charge, with no self-preservation. Hell, some goblins, kobolds, and orcs were victims of some of the traps, reducing their previous number from more than 500, to just a little bit more than 400.

That's at least 100 killed, and they're still charging…

'Welp… No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.' I commanded the chimps to release their arrows and watched the arrows fly. Even if I didn't want to, I had to, but hey, it was just a replica of my Dungeon, so there was no need to grieve for the loss I was about to commit.

And that loss was about dousing the entire forest in oil, and having the chimps fire at them with flaming arrows.

Needless to say, a veritable firestorm was conjured from the reactions of oil and fire, and it spread across the entire battlefield. Thanks to the efforts of the elf and Luke, we were safe from the raging blaze just a few dozen meters away from the city.

The trolls and the rest of the enemy, however, not so much. If they weren't outright killed by the traps, then they suffered a horrible and gruesome death by burning alive. There wasn't even a way back, not with the fire blocking their escape route, so all they could do was charge forward, and be burned to a crisp, or shot to death by an arrow.

The trolls and monsters had no other choice other than to fall down on the ground and screech in agony as they felt their entire bodies set aflame and pierced to death. I even ordered my replica self to add to the fire by draining about 50% of his mana to intensify the ongoing fire.

I watched the raging fire with dark amusement as I snickered to myself at the stupidity of my opponent.

'See? This is why you don't go charging straight at an opponent without a plan.'

"Congratulations, Dungeon Master Jionni. You have won the first event against Dungeon Master Tekkar." Uius voice caught me in a stump as my bindings were magically released. I, however, didn't move from my spot because of the sheer surprise and bafflement I was experiencing right now. "Follow the directions given to you and you will be redirected to the area where the next event will be held."

Uius' voice faded away, but my surprise and shock did not.

"What the fucking hell? Did the Dungeon Master seriously just charge in with that force…?"

I'm torn about whether I should laugh at his blatant stupidity, or be thankful that his incompetence gave me an easy win.

'… Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say…' I buried that thought deep within my mind and trudged through the now visible conjured for me, disappointed that I wasn't given much of a challenge.

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