After another fruitless trip, Lin Mo lay sprawled inside the "palace" Outpost 04 had temporarily arranged for him, its floor covered in thick animal hides. He was so dejected he felt like mushrooms might start growing on him.
Inner thoughts: "Damn it! When I read Swallowed Star, weren't the monsters all just easy experience and small fry? City Lord Luo cut through them like weeds, one slash taking out a whole bunch. So how come these damn things are so cunning and twisted when it comes to me?! They even know how to wage guerrilla warfare, use tactics, and play dirty?! This isn't how the story's supposed to go!"
The angrier he got, the harder he clawed at the ground, leaving several deep gouges.
Inner thoughts: "Is this the difference between a protagonist and a side character? Luo Feng looks at monsters and thinks: Oh, a bunch of walking contribution points and materials. I look at monsters and think: Holy crap, these bastards have become sentient! They even know the art of war?! This is really a dog's dinner! (Literally.)"
The frustration of being unable to put his strength to use while seemingly being outsmarted by a bunch of "beasts" made him desperately miss the days when he was filming. At least back then, he knew where the enemy was—the director and the camera—and what to do about them: strike a pose and act cute.
No, he couldn't go on like this! He had to change tactics!
Lin Mo sprang to his feet with a tiger's leap, caught Wang Keke's clothes in his teeth, and dragged along Wang Deshui, the Wind-Breaking Squad's captain, who looked just as troubled. Together, they headed straight for Outpost 04's command room.
Inside, Zhao Gang and several combat staff officers were also fretting over a