Chapter 60: Love for Talent (Ask for April monthly ticket) After two nights of exploration, Lumian discovered that there were not as many monsters in the outer areas of the Dream Ruins as he had imagined. After he got rid of the skinless monster, the shotgun monster, and the monster with black marks, he went around in a circle but did not encounter any targets for hunting. He only found a few pieces of flesh that were still moving to a certain extent. Their only function is probably to serve as food. Lumian had already discovered that he didn't need to eat in his dreams. Every time he came in, he was full of energy and didn't feel hungry. After exploring or fighting for a while, as his spiritual energy was consumed and fatigue deepened, a state similar to hunger would appear, but it was quite mild and did not require additional energy replenishment. By the time this hunger becomes too much to ignore, Lumian's spiritual and physical strength is usually exhausted, and he is very tired and needs to get out of the dream. After actually eating and "resting", the next time he entered here, he was undoubtedly full of energy and had no feeling of hunger. During the exploration, Lumian observed the environment while searching the collapsed buildings, and he found some coins, but not many, and the total amount was no more than one gold Louis. The only things with text on them were a few small blue books.
As a last resort, Lumian tried to go deeper into the ruins. He slowly went deeper into the light gray fog, the dark environment, and the collapsed or remaining walls. Suddenly, he found a set of shallow and strange footprints. It is even difficult to say that these are footprints, because the one on the left is normal, while the one on the right corresponds to the mark left by a palm pressure. Another monster? Lumian followed the footprints quietly, not forgetting to look around and imagine the most suitable battle scenarios for different environments. Finally, he heard some movement, so he stopped moving forward, made a slight detour, climbed up to the top of a collapsed building, and used the messy and heavy stones to cover his body. Then, Lumian cautiously poked part of his head out and looked towards the place where the sound came from. It was a clean wasteland without any debris, and in the middle stood a guy who was not sure if he could be called a human. At first glance, “he” looks like a human, but upon closer inspection, he is full of inconsistencies: Two eyes are located where the nose should be, with a mouth above and a pair of ears below. The nose is embedded in the edge of the temple, a leg and a hand appear in the area corresponding to the shoulders, and there is also a leg and a hand below the waist. The whole thing seems to be made up of different parts of a human being randomly pieced together. This made Lumian instantly understand why the footprints he was following looked like that. At this time, the monster was wearing a brown short jacket and dark blue trousers commonly worn by the lower class people of Intis, with no shoes or hat, and was walking back and forth on the wasteland. Lumian was in no hurry to hunt, but observed patiently. Soon, the monster raised its arms and posed with its body bent backwards and its head touching the ground. Very good flexibility, suitable for dancing...Lumian sneered in his heart. As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the monster actually started dancing. Its movements are sometimes sonorous and powerful, sometimes beautiful and gentle, and sometimes weird and outrageous, but they are all very rhythmic. More importantly, this guy seems to have no bones. His arms can be folded backwards behind his back, and his legs and arms below can even be entangled with each other. As the prankster of Cordu Village, Lumian immediately thought of what nickname the other party could have: Noodle man! Based on what he had just discovered, he had a corresponding plan for the next battle:
"Don't think you can dodge an attack by hiding behind the target. Noodle Man can be consistent... "Be careful of snakes... "I'm not sure if it has any vitals, but since it has a head, I'll cut it off first..." While he was lost in thought, the monster's dance became more and more intense. From time to time, it would stretch out its arms and legs and jump upwards as if to embrace the sky. Lumian was a little bit infected and wanted to twist his body and jump along. He couldn't help but play a melody in his mind that his sister often played: Move and hit, move and hit… Suddenly, Lumian felt a little heat in his left chest, and there were faint and unreal words echoing in his ears. This made his scalp slightly tingle and his body tremble slightly, as if he would hear the mysterious voice that would make him on the verge of losing control in the next second. Uh... Lumian quickly used his free left hand to open his leather jacket, unbuttoned his gray-white cotton shirt, and looked down at his chest. He saw that the black thorn symbol that locked his heart appeared again, and a blue-black symbol that looked like eyes and insects slowly emerged and pressed on the former. Lumian was startled at first, and then thoughts came to his mind one after another: "I didn't even meditate, let alone maintain that state for more than a few seconds... "Inspired by the dance of 'Noodle Man'? “His dance involves mysterious realms and contains extraordinary powers? "Fortunately, when the thorn symbol is activated in this way, the horrible sound is almost inaudible, so I am not on the verge of death or completely out of control. It's just that my head hurts from time to time, and my body trembles slightly. Uh, my mind is also a little confused..." After becoming a "Hunter", Lumian has not tried to meditate in dreams again to show his own specialness, because he feels that the risk is much greater than before. Before, he was just on the verge of death and he would be fine after recovering. But now, in the dying state, there is a high probability that he has lost control and he cannot be saved! Moreover, he suspected that if he listened to the mysterious and terrifying voice too much, even if he was lucky enough not to die or lose control and turn into a monster, he would still suffer from an incurable mental illness. It's not that there is no other way, he won't take the risk again. Just two or three seconds later, Lumian was no longer surprised or stunned by the thorn symbol inspired by the dance of the "noodle man", and he felt indescribable joy in his heart. He can totally bear this bad condition now! "So, is there a possibility that I can learn this 'Noodle Man' dance, and when I hunt powerful monsters, I can dance a section in advance to stimulate, uh, not completely stimulate the specialness in my dream, and then rush towards the shocked target and kill it in a few moves? “Even if I rely on dancing and the ‘special’ cannot be fully activated, it should still have some effect. I don’t expect the target to give up resistance directly like the shotgun monsters, but it is enough to greatly weaken them…” Lumian’s thoughts rushed, and the more he looked at the dancing “noodle man”, the more he liked him. What's the point of having eyes placed at the nose position, a mouth high on the forehead, and arms acting as legs? How can this magical dance be good to watch? In an instant, Lumian had a strong desire for talent and found a reason: "Aurore said that we can't use uniform standards to select talents, so why must it be humans and not monsters?" He decided not to hunt the "noodle man" until he had learned that dance, and he would come to watch several times every night, trying to master it as soon as possible. Of course, he now plans to use the other party as an experiment: He wanted to try what effect the "special" that was not fully activated would have on the monster! Lumian made a quick decision. Without buttoning his clothes and exposing his left chest, he bypassed the obstruction and jumped from the collapsed house to the wasteland. The dance of the "noodle man" suddenly stopped. It began to tremble. It turned toward Lumian and crawled down to the ground. Lumian stopped and no longer tried to get closer, maintaining a safe enough distance.
The "noodle man" didn't move. Lumian nodded slightly and said to himself: "Even when facing an incompletely activated 'special', these lower-level monsters will simply give up resistance and surrender... "I don't know what will happen to those at a higher level or with extraordinary characteristics... "It's definitely not that effective..." Lumian looked at the Noodle Man and smiled. "Come on, do another dance." The "noodle man" didn't dare to look up, and he didn't know if he understood what Lumian said. Seeing that his gentle words didn't work, Lumian raised his tone: "Quick, dance another one for your grandpa!" The "noodle man" was trembling all over, but still crawling. Monsters don't understand human language? So how can we communicate with them? Lumian was a little helpless. He used the few words of Hermetic language he had just mastered to speak: "I. "need……" Lumian didn't say anything after that, and started to dance with his body movements. The monster didn't even look at him, and pressed its face against the wasteland soil. "Are you an idiot?" Lumian couldn't help but curse. He himself felt that his scolding was unreasonable. After all, among those monsters before and after, which one of them was not stupid? The most intelligent shotgun monster is also suppressed by human IQ! Just then, Lumian felt the slight warmth in his chest disappear. He instinctively lowered his head and saw that the thorn symbol and the blue-black symbol had disappeared at the same time. Almost instantly, Lumian turned his gaze to the "Noodle Man". The "noodle man" just raised his head and looked at him with his eyes where his nose should be. The man and the monster looked at each other, and both were stunned for a second. With a bang, Lumian turned around and ran away. The "noodle man" jumped up and chased after him ferociously. Lumian was very familiar with the surrounding environment and his running speed was faster than the uncoordinated monster's legs and hands. He easily got rid of it, went back to the wasteland, and hid in his original position. He didn't run away because he was afraid of the other party, but he was worried that if a fight really started, he wouldn't be able to stop. He didn't know if he could find another "noodle man" who could dance in the ruins of his dream. He had no intention of hunting this strange monster until he had learned that mysterious dance. After waiting for a while, Lumian saw the "Noodle Man" return to the area. He nodded and said silently to himself: "Sure enough, monsters all have their own 'territory' and are accustomed to moving around in a certain place or patrolling along a certain route...
"This is very similar to a wild beast..." Next, Lumian waited patiently for a dance that might or might not happen. Nearly two hours had passed, and he had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy and felt a little hungry. After resting for a long time, the "noodle man" walked to the center of the wasteland again and raised his arms and legs. PS: Asking for monthly ticket in April~ (End of this chapter)