25 Chapter 25: Battle
The spider rested atop a massive spiral of webs, its spear-like legs comfortably hanging off the edge. At the side, all sorts of unusual creatures were stuck inside rather compact cacoons, devoid of life. A few ants, grottenburgs, and even several unidentified beasts presented themselves, causing Wilhelm to squint his eyes cautiously.
The dome-like area was perfect for combat, but it was also riddled with traps and webs. The spider wasn't even yet aware of Wilhelm's small figure as he trodded carefully, avoiding the floor littered with bones and carcasses. He tightly clasped his daggers, sweat trailing down the palm of his hands as he stealthily approached the eight-legged beast.
His body was slouched down ever so slightly, bending his back as he crept, like an assassin. With both his inhuman strength and dagger expertise, he wasn't too worried about failure. Nonetheless, as a human who used to live on earth, such a situation was absolutely unnerving. Even with the absurd amount of time he had spent in the dungeon, he was still not used to such colossal-like creatures.
His quiet approach continued for a total of fifteen seconds until he arrived around three meters away from the huge figure. The closer he got, the more magnified its features became. A strange, green liquid trickled down from its skin and a small entrance within the cave was at its back. A few of the trapped ants which were still alive wiggled happily as they observed Wilhelm approach—every animal wanted to survive, it was in their instincts.
The abrupt movement resulted in the spider to open up one of its eyes, inspecting the prey it had acquired the other day. With that one movement, the surroundings became dead quiet. The eye scanned the room and soon landed on Wilhelm's solitary figure, who was only around a meter or so away from it.
Immediately, Wilhelm broke into a sprint, surging toward the unprepared spider. The ground caved in under the pressure, and it took Wilhelm only a mere second to appear in front of one of the spiders eight eyes. Both of his daggers were thrust downward; not a single shred of hesitation was reflected in his remaining eye as he resolved himself to battle.
Slish! Blood spurted into the air and painted Wilhelms body green with grime, also causing the spider to painfully awake from its slumber. The eight legs writhed painfully as a wail escaped from its lips, deafening the surroundings and rupturing Wilhelm's ear. It shook its body and flung Wilhelm off, regaining its position and confidence.
It gazed at Wilhelm with unparalleled hatred, grinding its furry legs together in a threatening manner. Unfortunately for the spider, Wilhelm was already under the influence of immense adrenaline. No meager threat could waver his current determination. His blades whirled in the palm of his hands as he slumped down again, preparing to charge.
His eyes darted across the room, looking for a route to ensure victory. In a quick second, a small, but dangerous plan formulated inside of his head. A wry smile appeared on his lips as he launched off the ground, once again charging toward the spider.
Six of the spiders eight legs suddenly propelled toward Wilhelm in a disorderly fashion, some faster than others. They streaked across the cavern and hurled a bit of wind, fluttering Wilhelm's loincloth. His eye dilated as he shifted his body to the left, barely dodging the first leg and kicking off it.
However, that wasn't the end; the spiders' coordination was much better than he expected. The other five legs came in tow, following him through the air. He was forced to flip within the air and block one of the legs by crossing his daggers in front of him, causing sparks to fly out. Alas, the next four legs never stopped, inching closer and closer.
With a click of Wilhelms' tongue, he dropped his guard and moved his head to the left, letting one of the spider legs scrape his right shoulder. He fell to the ground and didn't even bother blocking the other attacks, allowing them to scrape against his body.
Blood spouted from his body as he leaped onto one of the extended legs, running across it as fast as he could. The spiders other two legs immediately moved to retaliate. However, Wilhelm already anticipated such a development. He used his dexterous body to droop downward, raising both of his daggers and placing them in front of his face. His entire figure became very arrow-dynamic, similar to a torpedo.
Both he and the two legs gradually moved closer and closer until they were only about five inches away from each other. Time seemed to stop as Wilhelm lightly hopped off the spider leg he was standing on, using his daggers to parry the other two legs at the same time. Sparks flew into the surroundings, and just the sheer power behind the spider caused Wilhelm's left shoulder to become dislocated. His left arm drooped, but Wilhelm ground his teeth and persisted on; the spider would soon regain its superior position.
Using the short amount of time he bought, he once again hopped onto the overextended legs and ran forward. All of this happened within a few seconds, and the spider was left entirely unprotected. Wilhelm would not waste this hard-won chance, he relentlessly continued forward, not caring about his physical body in the slightest. The green acid-like mucus that surrounded the spider suddenly started to congeal into a ball, shooting at Wilhelm—the spiders' last-ditch effort.
A glimmer of cold light escaped from Wilhelm's eyes as he gladly met the ball of acid, face to face. He turned his body at the last second and let his left arm take the full force, dowsing half of his body in painful acid. Even with all of his agility, he had no time, nor was he fast enough to evade. He let his superior stamina handle the rest as he finally leaped onto the spiders' prosoma, his silver dagger raised overhead.
In response, the spider stopped using its legs and opened its mouth wide, attempting to swallow Wilhelm whole. The large mouth was covered in small, serrated teeth, and a foul stench emanated from it. Wilhelm scrunched up his nose as he threw his rusted dagger at one of the eyes whilst in mid-air.
This entire confrontation was a considerable gamble. Whether or not the colossal spider reacted and protected its own eye was the key to victory. Thankfully, like most brainless animals, it closed its mouth and moved its head downward, evading the lethal blow, but also letting Wilhelm land on top of it.
As if he was waiting for this moment all along, Wilhelm stabbed into the monsters thorax with his silver dagger. He then used his entire weight to jump off of the spider while holding on to his dirk, cutting the spiders entire gut open. Its whole body shook, causing small rocks to fall from above, but Wilhelm grit his teeth and continued.
Green blood painted his entire body as he slid down, staining his white skin. The acid also burned off a part of his left arm, causing it to blister. The pain was almost unbearable, but Wilhelm wouldn't let go until the spider stopped moving.
He let out a loud battle-cry as the time seemed to tick. The beasts entire gut was just about spilled; innards fell to the ground, and the spiders' eyes gradually lost their light. It had just been enjoying a nice rest, but now, it had died to something the size of an ant.
Wilhelm wasn't able to rest just yet, he quickly escaped from the collapsing body and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His entire body was riddled with wounds, not to mention his dislocated shoulder. Even breathing hurt, let alone movement.
[Minor Arachnid has been slain; you have acquired 3050 experience]
[you have leveled up and received one allocatable stat point]
[Title: Insect marauder has been acquired—lesser insects will innately fear you (only one title can be equipped at a time)]
Wilhelm was soothed by the robotic voice, but there was only one thing he could think about at the moment.
"H-how the hell am I going to bury this thing?"
The dome-like area was perfect for combat, but it was also riddled with traps and webs. The spider wasn't even yet aware of Wilhelm's small figure as he trodded carefully, avoiding the floor littered with bones and carcasses. He tightly clasped his daggers, sweat trailing down the palm of his hands as he stealthily approached the eight-legged beast.
His body was slouched down ever so slightly, bending his back as he crept, like an assassin. With both his inhuman strength and dagger expertise, he wasn't too worried about failure. Nonetheless, as a human who used to live on earth, such a situation was absolutely unnerving. Even with the absurd amount of time he had spent in the dungeon, he was still not used to such colossal-like creatures.
His quiet approach continued for a total of fifteen seconds until he arrived around three meters away from the huge figure. The closer he got, the more magnified its features became. A strange, green liquid trickled down from its skin and a small entrance within the cave was at its back. A few of the trapped ants which were still alive wiggled happily as they observed Wilhelm approach—every animal wanted to survive, it was in their instincts.
The abrupt movement resulted in the spider to open up one of its eyes, inspecting the prey it had acquired the other day. With that one movement, the surroundings became dead quiet. The eye scanned the room and soon landed on Wilhelm's solitary figure, who was only around a meter or so away from it.
Immediately, Wilhelm broke into a sprint, surging toward the unprepared spider. The ground caved in under the pressure, and it took Wilhelm only a mere second to appear in front of one of the spiders eight eyes. Both of his daggers were thrust downward; not a single shred of hesitation was reflected in his remaining eye as he resolved himself to battle.
Slish! Blood spurted into the air and painted Wilhelms body green with grime, also causing the spider to painfully awake from its slumber. The eight legs writhed painfully as a wail escaped from its lips, deafening the surroundings and rupturing Wilhelm's ear. It shook its body and flung Wilhelm off, regaining its position and confidence.
It gazed at Wilhelm with unparalleled hatred, grinding its furry legs together in a threatening manner. Unfortunately for the spider, Wilhelm was already under the influence of immense adrenaline. No meager threat could waver his current determination. His blades whirled in the palm of his hands as he slumped down again, preparing to charge.
His eyes darted across the room, looking for a route to ensure victory. In a quick second, a small, but dangerous plan formulated inside of his head. A wry smile appeared on his lips as he launched off the ground, once again charging toward the spider.
Six of the spiders eight legs suddenly propelled toward Wilhelm in a disorderly fashion, some faster than others. They streaked across the cavern and hurled a bit of wind, fluttering Wilhelm's loincloth. His eye dilated as he shifted his body to the left, barely dodging the first leg and kicking off it.
However, that wasn't the end; the spiders' coordination was much better than he expected. The other five legs came in tow, following him through the air. He was forced to flip within the air and block one of the legs by crossing his daggers in front of him, causing sparks to fly out. Alas, the next four legs never stopped, inching closer and closer.
With a click of Wilhelms' tongue, he dropped his guard and moved his head to the left, letting one of the spider legs scrape his right shoulder. He fell to the ground and didn't even bother blocking the other attacks, allowing them to scrape against his body.
Blood spouted from his body as he leaped onto one of the extended legs, running across it as fast as he could. The spiders other two legs immediately moved to retaliate. However, Wilhelm already anticipated such a development. He used his dexterous body to droop downward, raising both of his daggers and placing them in front of his face. His entire figure became very arrow-dynamic, similar to a torpedo.
Both he and the two legs gradually moved closer and closer until they were only about five inches away from each other. Time seemed to stop as Wilhelm lightly hopped off the spider leg he was standing on, using his daggers to parry the other two legs at the same time. Sparks flew into the surroundings, and just the sheer power behind the spider caused Wilhelm's left shoulder to become dislocated. His left arm drooped, but Wilhelm ground his teeth and persisted on; the spider would soon regain its superior position.
Using the short amount of time he bought, he once again hopped onto the overextended legs and ran forward. All of this happened within a few seconds, and the spider was left entirely unprotected. Wilhelm would not waste this hard-won chance, he relentlessly continued forward, not caring about his physical body in the slightest. The green acid-like mucus that surrounded the spider suddenly started to congeal into a ball, shooting at Wilhelm—the spiders' last-ditch effort.
A glimmer of cold light escaped from Wilhelm's eyes as he gladly met the ball of acid, face to face. He turned his body at the last second and let his left arm take the full force, dowsing half of his body in painful acid. Even with all of his agility, he had no time, nor was he fast enough to evade. He let his superior stamina handle the rest as he finally leaped onto the spiders' prosoma, his silver dagger raised overhead.
In response, the spider stopped using its legs and opened its mouth wide, attempting to swallow Wilhelm whole. The large mouth was covered in small, serrated teeth, and a foul stench emanated from it. Wilhelm scrunched up his nose as he threw his rusted dagger at one of the eyes whilst in mid-air.
This entire confrontation was a considerable gamble. Whether or not the colossal spider reacted and protected its own eye was the key to victory. Thankfully, like most brainless animals, it closed its mouth and moved its head downward, evading the lethal blow, but also letting Wilhelm land on top of it.
As if he was waiting for this moment all along, Wilhelm stabbed into the monsters thorax with his silver dagger. He then used his entire weight to jump off of the spider while holding on to his dirk, cutting the spiders entire gut open. Its whole body shook, causing small rocks to fall from above, but Wilhelm grit his teeth and continued.
Green blood painted his entire body as he slid down, staining his white skin. The acid also burned off a part of his left arm, causing it to blister. The pain was almost unbearable, but Wilhelm wouldn't let go until the spider stopped moving.
He let out a loud battle-cry as the time seemed to tick. The beasts entire gut was just about spilled; innards fell to the ground, and the spiders' eyes gradually lost their light. It had just been enjoying a nice rest, but now, it had died to something the size of an ant.
Wilhelm wasn't able to rest just yet, he quickly escaped from the collapsing body and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His entire body was riddled with wounds, not to mention his dislocated shoulder. Even breathing hurt, let alone movement.
[Minor Arachnid has been slain; you have acquired 3050 experience]
[you have leveled up and received one allocatable stat point]
[Title: Insect marauder has been acquired—lesser insects will innately fear you (only one title can be equipped at a time)]
Wilhelm was soothed by the robotic voice, but there was only one thing he could think about at the moment.
"H-how the hell am I going to bury this thing?"
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