The sun sets below the rolling plains, reflecting the sky in a color of orange.

Kane stood on the palisade of Greenhaven, resting his iron battleaxe over his broad shoulder.

He ran a hand through his red hair and surveyed the quiet fields. Greta stood right beside him, her fiery red hair blew in the gentle evening breeze, and her ample cleavage was still very much on display in her tight leather top.

The blonde warrior flanked her left side with a spear held tight, glaring at Kane with obvious distrust.

Kane looked out at the sandy ridge and knew what was coming.

"They will be here soon," he told Greta, keeping his voice low and steady.

"You seem very sure of yourself," Greta smirked, crossing her arms to push her breasts up further.

"The sun just went down. The nightly raids usually don’t start until midnight."

"The east side is not safe," Kane replied, pointing his calloused finger toward the loose soil near the tree line.

"Are your guards posted there?"

"We always post guards on the eastern wall," the blonde warrior snapped, clearly annoyed by the question.

"Move your guards. That spot is a fucking death trap. If they stand there, the worms will drag them underground and fuck them apart in seconds."

The blonde warrior snapped, "Watch your filthy mouth-"

"Shut it and move them," Kane cut her off. "Unless you want to explain to their families why their guts got sprayed across the dirt tonight."

Greta raised an eyebrow but nodded to her guard to rearrange the patrols.

She was skeptical, but she was also desperate enough to let his barbarians take the lead for the night.

After all, humans without blessings are only capable of so much.

Kane stepped away from the women to prepare for the attack.

He needed tools for the upcoming fight, so he accessed his interface privately.

’System, open the shop,’ he commanded in his mind.

[Bloodfang Marketplace: Defensive Items]

[Current Gold Coins: 1,147]

[Iron Spikes bundle of ten: 15 Gold

Reinforced Nets: 20 Gold

Scent Bait vial: 10 Gold

Basic Detection Runes: 25 Gold

Wooden Barricades: 30 Gold

Oil Flasks: 12 Gold

Poison Coating: 40 Gold

Flare Arrows: 18 Gold

Smoke Bombs: 22 Gold

Healing Salve: 35 Gold]

He did some quick math in his head and selected two bundles of iron spikes, one reinforced net, two vials of scent bait, and a basic detection rune.

[Transaction Complete]

[95 Gold Coins Deducted]

[Remaining Balance: 1,052 Gold Coins]

A small flash of light deposited the items directly into his inventory.

Kane climbed down from the wall and gathered his vanguard.

He knew what kind of enemies spawned here because he had farmed this specific village defense quest dozens of times in the real world.

They were dealing with Sand Dwellers. Those creatures were ugly worms the size of pythons that swam through the loose soil and attacked from underground.

They were blind, but highly sensitive to vibrations and body heat.

"Listen up, you horny bastards," Kane growled.

"We’re fighting Sand Dwellers tonight, giant fucking python-sized worms that swim through the ground. They hunt by vibration and body heat. So keep your cocks soft and your mouths shut on the eastern ridge. We’re setting up the kill zone there."

Talking like this made them understand more easily. His men hurried to follow his instructions.

Kane personally led a small team outside the walls to plant the iron spikes into the soil at slanted angles.

They strung the reinforced net between two sturdy trees to create a bottleneck.

Kane then poured the foul-smelling scent bait over the spikes to ensure the beasts surfaced exactly where he wanted them.

With the traps set, Kane walked the perimeter for a final security check.

He rounded a shadowy corner between two small houses and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Brak had a busty human milf pressed hard against the wall. Her dress was pulled down, and Brak was greedily sucking on one of her fat tits, loud wet slurping sounds echoing in the narrow alley as he squeezed and kneaded the other breast.

The woman was biting her lip, moaning softly while grinding against him.

Kane cleared his throat loudly.

"Brak," Kane said, leaning casually against the wall.

"Ch-Chief!"

Brak pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop, saliva dripping down her breast.

"I know your cock is hard as fuck and you’re dying to pump this village slut full of cum," Kane said dryly, "but we’re in the middle of a goddamn monster raid. Put your dick away and get back to your post before I use your balls as worm bait."

The milf’s face turned bright red as she quickly pulled her dress up. Brak muttered a hasty apology and ran off, still adjusting his pants.

Kane shook his head with a smirk.

"Horny fucker..."

He understood the urge well enough, but he would not tolerate his men getting distracted right before a fight.

Kane walked back to the eastern ridge after dealing with Brak and the flustered village woman.

He found his designated spot right behind the trap line and settled into a firm fighting stance.

The night sky was pitch black, and thick clouds hid the moon from view, which made the air feel still and unusually cold against his bare arms.

He raised his hand high in the air, signaling every single warrior and village guard to stop moving.

Absolute silence fell over the eastern side of Greenhaven.

The men froze in place, afraid to even shift their weight. The only sound came from the opposite end of the settlement, where the decoy team was busy banging iron axes against wooden shields.

Dang... Dang... Dang... Dang...

The loud clanging echoed over the thatched rooftops, serving as a perfect distraction for the blind predators.

Thora stood by his left side, her posture rigid and alert. She closed her eyes and tilted her head down toward her chest.

The special bond they shared granted her a unique life-sensing ability, so she could actually feel things ordinary people could never notice.

She took measured breaths to calm her racing heart, her feet pressed flat against the cool soil, allowing her to catch any subtle vibrations traveling through the dirt.

Sira crouched on top of a low storage shed a few yards to their right. She had her new hunter bow raised and ready.

Her slender fingers pulled the string back tight, resting the feathered end of the arrow right against her smooth cheek.

She did not blink at all; her sharp eyes scanned the empty grass beyond the iron spike traps, waiting for the first sign of a target.

Kane stared intently at the ground just past the trap line, his grip tightened on the handles of his twin battleaxes.

’The scent bait is definitely working,’ Kane thought to himself, catching a terrible whiff of the foul liquid he poured over the iron spikes earlier.

’These blind bastards track body heat and vibrations above everything else. If anyone out here sneezes or drops a weapon, the worms will bypass the traps and go straight for the soft targets.’

He knew the game mechanics inside and out, but standing here in the flesh made the danger feel uncomfortably real.

A wrong move here would not just result in a game-over screen.

It would mean getting eaten alive by giant bugs.

Brak hurried back into the defensive formation, looking a little flushed from his recent alleyway encounter, but he gripped his spear tight.

The young barbarian stood shoulder to shoulder with a terrified village guard who was holding a rusty pitchfork.

Neither man spoke a single word.

They just watched the grass and waited in the suffocating silence.

Drops of nervous sweat rolled down Brak’s forehead, but he refused to wipe them away because he knew movement meant death.

Thora suddenly gasped and opened her eyes.

"They are right under us, Chief," Thora whispered, her voice barely carrying over the gentle wind.