After half an hour, Aaron gave up, his face gloomy.

He realized it wasn't easy to catch sea monsters.

Then a thought struck him, last time, he had used rotten, smelly monster meat. This time, the meat was fresh.

With a thoughtful look, he remembered that sea monsters like crabs could walk on land. What if he brought a whole monster corpse and let it rot on the beach? Would it attract those crabs from the sea?

The idea intrigued him. He couldn't wait to try it.

For now, he turned his attention to the lobster.

Without hesitation, he picked it up and headed to the secret garden.

The onions and other plants he had grown were still abundant enough to last him a week. But he wasn't satisfied.

Starting tomorrow, he would use Rapid Growth to expand the garden.

After eating the lobster, Aaron's stomach was full. He didn't want to eat anything else.

He looked up at the sky and noticed it was already evening. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Time passes so quickly. It's almost been a month since I came to Green Fort."

Then his expression froze. "A month's time… Damn it!"

He immediately rushed toward the village, heading straight to find Kelly.

Kelly was drinking water after finishing her task of recording contribution points. She rubbed her forehead, wishing someone could help her with the workload.

Just then, a voice startled her from behind.

"Kelly, you're here. I have something important to ask you."

She choked on her water, coughing for a few moments.

Then she glared at Aaron.

"Lord Aaron, can't you see I'm drinking water? And every time you come to see me, it's only when you have something important!"

Aaron rubbed his head, realizing he'd interrupted her again, "Okay, my mistake. I won't disturb you while you're drinking water."

He paused, then asked, "Kelly, what's today's date?"

Kelly hesitated, pulled out her logbook, and began counting the days. A few minutes later, she replied, "Lord Aaron, if my guess is correct, it's the 29th of the month."

Aaron sighed in relief. "Good. That's good."

Then his expression turned serious.

"Tomorrow is the 30th day of the month. You know what happens on the 30th, right?"

Kelly's eyes widened with understanding, "The undeads."

Aaron nodded, "Exactly. Tomorrow, I have an important task for you."

Kelly straightened up, "Please tell me, Lord Aaron. I'll do my best to be ready."

"Gather ten people, five men and five women. Have them roll cloth around the heads of Ballista arrows. Don't worry, I'll make sure the arrows are sent to you tomorrow."

"Understood, Lord Aaron," Kelly replied.

Aaron then went to find Torvald, who was in his wooden workshop, surrounded by newly crafted Ballistas and their magazines.

Seeing Aaron, Torvald stepped forward. "Aaron, how come you have time to visit my shop?"

Aaron's tone was serious. "Torvald, I came for something important."

Torvald's expression shifted. "Alright, tell me what you need."

"Tomorrow is the 30th. There's a chance the undead will attack. If that happens, we'll need fire to defend ourselves."

Torvald was stunned. He had nearly forgotten the threat of the undead.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Craft Ballista arrows, the same type you made before.

We'll wrap cloth around the arrowheads and light them on fire. That way, we can deal massive damage to the undead."

Torvald's eyes lit up. "That's a brilliant idea, Aaron. I'll have my team start immediately. We can produce at least 50 arrows by tomorrow. And before we had more than 100 arrows in store. You can also use them."

Aaron patted his shoulder. "Perfect. Kelly will send her guards to collect the arrows. Her team will handle wrapping the cloth."

"Got it," Torvald nodded, "Anything else?"

Aaron shook his head.

"Then leave us to it," Torvald said, already turning to issue new orders.

Aaron, meanwhile, headed off to find the Old Chief, it was time to discuss the undead threat.

Khumba had just returned to the village after inspecting the progress. The task of clearing the bushes had been completed. Next, he needed to report to Lord Aaron.

Just then, he saw Aaron approaching. A smile bloomed on Khumba's weathered face.

"Lord Aaron, I have good news to report. We've cleared a large area of bushes and also dealt with a few poisonous snakes and insects along the way."

Aaron nodded, "That's good. Old Chief, tomorrow the people don't need to work the full day. Just ask them to gather dry wood, pile it up, and prepare torches."

He paused, then added, "Old Chief, have you ever encountered an undead attack before?"

Khumba's face twisted in disbelief, "Lord Aaron… how could the undead attack?"

Aaron sighed, realizing it would be too troublesome to explain. Then his eyes lit up.

"You can ask Monga about it. Also, don't forget what I asked you to gather."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Khumba with a face full of confusion.

Khumba immediately went to find Monga, while Aaron returned to his tent, already deep in thought, making plans for the next day.

Nighttime.

The village was peaceful. People strolled through the paths, chatting softly among themselves. Lanterns glowed, casting warm light across their faces, flickering gently in the evening breeze.

Inside his tent, Aaron sat scratching his head, struggling to come up with a solid plan. The undead attacks were too random, their methods too unpredictable.

After a while, he gave up. There was no point in forcing a strategy that wouldn't hold.

With no clear defense plan forming, 

Aaron spent the rest of the time writing down training methods from his previous life, techniques, drills, and routines that could help strengthen the villagers.

Then, his thoughts shifted.

The Old Chief had informed him that the bushes had been cleared. It was time to utilize that space.

Aaron considered building a breeding ground there

perhaps capturing a few wild goats and placing them inside. But first, he'd need to ask the villagers to construct wooden walls around the area.

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