Life Simulation: My Talent Is Wool-Chapter 5: Ocular Talent

Never in his life had Luan imagined himself hunting grasshoppers.

Some children from 7 to 12 years old looked like they had stepped straight out of that cartoon he used to watch in his previous life: going jellyfish hunting with nets and huge smiles plastered on their faces.

In another corner, another group of children was gathered.

Leading them was an older boy, between 12 and 13 years old, with a more robust body.

"Ready!?" The boy shouted.

"WE ARE, CAPTAIN!" The children shouted back.

"Prepare..." He dragged out the word and shouted very loudly: "Go!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeE!!!"

At the shout of "Go", the children ran off screaming with their nets raised.

’Looks almost like a school festival...’

Luan couldn’t help but think.

Putting that aside, he himself went to a higher area, and with his net, began catching grasshoppers, placing them in a large straw basket.

The basket was almost 2 meters tall and quite wide. Large enough to hold hundreds of thousands of grasshoppers.

He wasn’t the only one with such a basket; in fact, most people had them like that.

The old man who made the baskets was profiting a lot from this.

Although he wasn’t the only one making baskets to sell, because he had the straw creation talent Lv2, obviously he was the one who had the most to sell.

The baskets, although large, had backpack-like straps, easy to carry on the back.

Because of that, it became easy to move from one place to another.

Meanwhile, not very far from there...

"It’s Serena!"

"So beautiful!"

In the air, with a pair of red feathered wings, a woman with long red hair was flying while holding an immense closed net. Two ends were being held by two people on the ground, and the other two were being held by two other people at a distance.

Serena gained altitude, passing over the sea of grasshoppers, and soon she opened the net and released it. As soon as she released it, the two people at a distance who were holding the ropes began to pull, swallowing the sea of grasshoppers.

"Yes!" Serena celebrated when she saw that many grasshoppers had been captured by her team’s work.

"Go, Master Miller!"

From the other side, a shout echoed and an old man with long white hair tied back with a wooden hairpin was stroking his long white beard with one hand behind his back, looking at the sky.

"Hoho, it seems this old man still needs to show that he’s not dead yet." Laughing softly, with the voice of an elder, Miller’s eyes changed: "Eyes of Death!"

With a single glance, hundreds of thousands of grasshoppers lost their lives and began to fall from the sky, literally a rain of insects.

At the same time, sweat began to run down old Miller, but he maintained his posture.

On the ground, old Miller’s disciples had large baskets in their hands, and they picked up all the insects that fell from the sky.

While no one was looking; old Miller took a spray from inside his kimono, then sprayed it on himself.

Soon, several grasshoppers were attracted by the smell, flying toward old Miller.

"Come!" He shouted spiritedly.

His hands opened like shovels as he assumed a Kung-fu stance.

With agile hands, he began attacking the grasshoppers one by one, soon creating a small mountain of grasshoppers.

His disciples, seeing this scene, had tears in their eyes while shouting things like: "Wow!", "Amazing!", "As expected of Master Miller, so powerful!"

Of course, old Miller heard this, and even while trying not to let it show, the corners of his lips rose slightly.

The old Miller’s Eyes of Death might seem powerful, but the reality was that it didn’t even have the power to kill a Lv1 monster. Without killing, it didn’t even cause damage, meaning it was difficult to level up. Even weakened monsters didn’t fall before the power of the Eyes of Death, and because of that, he had been stuck at Lv1 for more than 50 years.

The only hope he had of ever leveling up was events like this one, but they were simply rare and, just like now, he tired easily after using it only once.

Old Miller thought: ’I don’t know how close I am to leveling up, but maybe this time...’

He didn’t stop himself from dreaming.

If his talent evolved to Lv2, inevitably the power of the Eyes of Death would strengthen; who knows, perhaps even Lv1 monsters would fall before his eyes. With that, he would have hope of one day even becoming a Lv3 expert!

In another corner, there was another ’expert’.

His name was Aizichi and he also possessed an ocular power.

Aizichi was almost 50 years old. His hair was short and black and his eyes were blue, but he had very narrow eyes, almost like closed eyes.

When his eyes opened completely, several grasshoppers fell in confusion, trapped in an illusion spell.

His ocular talent was powerful, capable of weakening enemies, but just like old Miller, Aizichi was not able to affect Lv1 monsters, thus making any advancement impossible.

However, although younger than old Miller, Aizichi had an advantage. His ocular power didn’t tire him as much as old Miller’s Eyes of Death, so he could use it more than once in a row.

And, just like old Miller, he also had his disciples.

"Wow!!!"

"Master Aizichi is the strongest!"

Several teenagers shouted in admiration.

At the same time, with large baskets, they picked up the grasshoppers that rained from the sky.

"Don’t lose focus!" Aizichi warned.

"Yes!" His disciples responded in unison.

And, when his disciples weren’t looking, he took out a spray similar to the one old Miller had used before, spraying it on himself, then from his waist, he drew a katana from its sheath.

"Haaa!"

With a spirited shout—whether intentional or not—many people looked in his direction and saw a swarm of grasshoppers heading toward him, only to be shredded by his katana.

His movements were agile and fluid, almost resembling a beautiful yet deadly dance.

His disciples who saw that had their eyes filled with admiration.

...

After hours, Luan had already managed to fill two baskets with grasshoppers.

With one on each side slung over his shoulders, Luan carried them home.

Initially he only had one basket, but he bought another thinking it would mean fewer trips back and forth to his house.

His goal was simple: kill them, gain EXP and, after storing them in a large empty water tank, return to capture more grasshoppers.

Unlike the ’experts’, Luan wasn’t as fast, but he also wasn’t slow because of his physical training. Not only had his strength increased, but so had his endurance. Thanks to that, he could run from one side to the other, carrying the large baskets full of grasshoppers.