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The wild boar dug for a full hour, claws flying and dirt spraying everywhere, until he had carved out a pit five meters deep. Still, there was no sign of the land activator. Not a hair. Not a scrap. Not even a whiff.
At last, he clambered out of the hole, panting. He flopped onto the wasteland, belly heaving, planning to rest his aching limbs for just a moment.
That was when he saw her.
A slender woman slowly rose halfway out of the ground nearby. She had lifted her upper body upright and was calmly grooming herself, using more than a dozen arms at once. Some brushed powder onto her face, others dabbed rouge onto her cheeks, while a few more fussed over her hair, patting and smoothing with practiced ease.
She was a centipede. An old acquaintance of the wild boar.
The wild boar roared, stamping the ground in fury. "I haven't even left yet! How dare you barge in already?
The centipede burst into laughter. "Old Boar, open your eyes and look properly. I've still got one foot outside the boundary. That means I'm not inside the plot. But honestly, you've been crawling around here all night. Isn't it about time you let someone else have a turn?"
Old Boar snorted, breath steaming. "What's the hurry? There's still most of the day left!"
According to the rules laid down by the local land deity, a single plot of land, no more than half a kilometer in diameter, could only host one nonhuman challenger at a time. Each challenger was allowed to remain in the wasteland for no longer than one day and one night.
Before that limit was reached, there were only two ways for the wild boar to be forced out early.
The first one was the land activators losing against the wild boar. They would be wiped out completely, and the wild boar would walk away with a clean and glorious victory.
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