Hua'er Daji felt like a felled tree, standing rigidly in place, filled with frustration he had nowhere to vent.
Three days. Three whole days. Like he was playing Minecraft, he had spent three days punching trees in the woods near the swamp.
At first, chopping trees had been a novel experience.
By the second day, Hua'er Daji had started finding less enjoyment in the repetitive labor.
On the third day, he had become thoroughly averse to chopping wood. He only stuck it out because he thought he would finally get to play with the Snake-Men in the swamp on the fourth day.
After finally making it through, he joined the bustling road construction effort on the fourth day. He had been swinging his shovel for less than half a day when a shrill whistle sounded... "Construction suspended! Await further orders!"
Hua'er Daji nearly crushed his shovel handle. He was as agitated as a burning haystack, an inexplicable anger surging within him.
Was Diu Ni Leimu screwing with him?
Logging, roadwork-did I come here to experience life as a bottom-rung laborer?
What Hua'er Daji wanted was excitement, combat, and the sheer exhilaration of hacking enemies apart!
The irritation inside him was like the swamp's miasma, pooling in his chest all night, fermenting and swelling.
When he logged in the day after construction stopped, he looked at the sinister, mist-shrouded region in the distance marked as the high-risk Snake-Man Swamp, and his rebellious streak finally erupted.
"Wait? Wait my ass!"
He spat viciously.
"I'll do it my damn self!"
He immediately started roaming around the Military Camp, recruiting a few hotheaded fools who were equally bored or unafraid of dying. He hastily formed the Snake-Extermination Vanguard Suicide Squad, and they rubbed their hands together, ready to charge into the muddy, foul-smelling swamp.