Chapter 8: Targeting Triggered Abilities

Outside the door, cries rose and fell in an unending chorus.

When he first entered the shop, there were only three larval scytheflies outside.

Now, after several dozen minutes, the situation had grown increasingly unclear.

Judging by the sounds alone, the number of larvae seemed to have only increased.

Fortunately, inspired by Chen Hai’s suggestion to “let one in,” Lu Ming devised a clear plan for dispatching the larvae.

The repair shop’s entrance consisted of two layers: an outer roll-up shutter door that opened vertically, and an inner glass door that swung open inward and outward.

If he slightly cracked open the glass door just enough for a larva to pass through, then secured it firmly with chain locks, and finally raised the shutter door to a height that allowed only one larva to squeeze through—

He could create a simple checkpoint allowing only a single scythefly larva to enter at a time.

Then, standing on a chair and lying in ambush beside the glass door, he would wait for a larva to come in, using his own weight and the momentum of its fall to plunge the machete deep into its body, destroying the core and finishing it off.

Of course, this was the plan on paper. To carry it out so smoothly in reality, he had to consider the possibility of unforeseen variables.

The most basic concern was the glass door’s durability.

If a larva charged recklessly and shattered or toppled the glass, he would face a dire situation.

Yet time was short, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. He had to act swiftly.

Using a screwdriver and wrench from the toolbox, he locked the glass door slightly ajar with chain locks.

He removed a few data cables, twisted them into a rope, and looped it around the handle of the shutter door.

After testing the cable rope’s tensile strength and finding it sufficient, he moved a chair beneath and stood upon it, pulling the shutter door open just enough to create a narrow gap.

A loud scrape echoed sharply.

Despite his utmost caution, the friction of the shutter door was strikingly loud.

Outside, the cries abruptly ceased, immediately followed by the dull clang of something striking the shutter.

He had miscalculated.

Yet he refused to retreat—after all, no matter how he pulled, some noise was inevitable; better to break the jar and throw himself in boldly.

To prevent more violent collisions, Lu Ming forced the shutter door open about half a meter—the perfect height for a larva to enter.

In an instant, a pungent stench wafted in, accompanied by a plump larva diving headfirst inside.

Truly, even with mental preparation, facing such an alien creature made his heart race, adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Analyze.”

Holding his breath, pushing down his fear, Lu Ming activated the Eye of Truth.

The first larva that rushed in had its weak point fully exposed—it cunningly concealed it at the bottom of its abdomen.

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