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Chapter 36. The Spider
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 02:13:54 +0000 UTCJust give up.
Seriously.
There are moments in life when the situation becomes so utterly hopeless that all you can do is accept it. When the walls close in, when every path leads to a dead end, when fate itself seems to have written your final chapter - sometimes, the only peace comes from simply saying "it is what it is" and letting go.
Finding yourself in the depths of a dungeon, woefully unprepared, staring into eight crimson eyes that seem to pierce your very soul - eyes belonging to a monster that could snuff out your life as easily as snuffing out a candle - well, that's certainly one of those moments.
It was simply too much in one day.
The morning had started so perfectly though. He'd slept better than he had in years, the kind of deep, restful sleep that made him feel truly alive again. The pancakes had been golden, the bacon crisp, the tea rich and dark. For one brief, beautiful moment, everything had felt right with the world.
Then, two hours ago, he'd been drowning in water that wasn't quite water. An hour ago, he'd been dragging himself through black sand while desert worms hunted beneath his feet. Thirty minutes ago, he'd been fighting for his life against scaled predators that could turn invisible at will.
And now this...
Adom wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or both.
What was even the point? Fight one monster, only to face another. Survive one death trap, only to fall into the next. The universe had made its position clear - he wasn't meant to walk out of this dungeon alive.
Maybe it was time to accept that.
Maybe...
The spider moved closer, its legs making no sound as they touched the stone. Its mandibles clicked together.
...This did not feel right.
To be quite honest, he was getting tired of having these profound moments of acceptance. Twice in one day was pushing it, even for him.
No.
Fuck acceptance. Fuck fate. And especially fuck this overgrown arachnid with its symmetric eyes and fancy patterns.
Fight.
Yes. That was more like it.
Fight with every fiber of your being. Fight like each breath could be your last, because it probably will be. If death wants you, make it work for its prize. Take that eight-legged bastard with you if you can, or at least leave it with scars so deep that every time it looks at them, it remembers the human who did this.
[Indomitable Will] blazed to life.
[Spiteful Fighting Spirit] answered its call.
And Adom was on fire. Literally and figuratively.
It started small - a desperate spark of [Flame] that caught on a single strand of webbing near his wrist. For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the web caught.
The fire raced along the silvery strands like lightning through storm clouds, transforming the pristine white into angry orange in the blink of an eye. The heat hit him first - not unbearable, but present, like standing too close to a forge. Then came the smell: acrid, chemical, nothing like normal spider silk should smell like.
[-1 Life Force]
The burning sensation wrapped around his neck where the web had been particularly thick. Adom grit his teeth, forcing more power into the flames. If some burns were the price of freedom, so be it.
The spider recoiled, its massive form backing away from the expanding inferno. Its movements were precise, calculated - no panic, just... assessment. Those eight eyes reflected the dancing flames like blood-red mirrors, and Adom could swear he saw something like surprise in them.
[-2 Life Force]
The web around his thigh caught next, and this time the pain was sharper, more insistent. But with it came movement - the strands were weakening, turning to ash. Each breath brought in smoke and the taste of burning chemicals and desert walker, making his eyes water and his lungs protest.
The cave's ceiling disappeared behind a veil of black smoke. Good. Let it burn. Let it all burn.
[-1 Life Force]
More webs caught fire, spreading across the cave's intricate network of strands like a wave of destruction. The spider's carefully crafted trap was becoming its own prison, forcing it further back, away from the heat that threatened to singe its limbs.
Adom's arms came free first, then his torso. The web around his legs took longer, and each second felt like an eternity of controlled burning.
[-1 Life Force]
His throat was raw from the smoke, his skin angry and red where the burning web had touched it. But he was moving. Free.
The smoke billowed and swirled, but not randomly - it danced towards the far corner of the cave like an arrow pointing the way out. Basic dungeon knowledge: follow the draft, find the exit. Simple. If only.
Between coughs that threatened to tear his lungs apart, Adom spotted the massive silhouette shifting through the smoke. The spider was positioning itself between him and freedom.
I need a plan...
His mana reserves were limited, and the worst thing that could happen was to have them depleted after a powerful spell, without being sure it would actually hurt the spider. He noticed the flames had not even burned it, but it seemed afraid of them.
Pure strength? Against something that could probably bench-press a house? Not likely. Running? Those legs weren't for show, and he'd seen how fast it could move. He needed time. Space. A distraction.
The idea of the golem knight in his inventory suddenly felt very promising.
Cavalry it is, then.
The golem materializing in a flash and charged forward without hesitation, its heavy footsteps thundering against the cave floor...
...and then it was flying. Not charging, not running - flying. Like a child's toy thrown by a giant. The golem knight sailed past Adom's head so fast it was barely more than a silver blur, crashing somewhere in the darkness behind him with a sound like a thousand pots and pans falling down a flight of stairs.
Suffice to say, this was a bad situation.
The smoke was getting thicker, each breath more shallow than the last. His eyes burned, his vision swimming with tears and dancing black spots. No choice then. Precious mana or not, he needed to breathe.
[Wind] took shape between his hands. The air around him exploded outward, carving a sphere of clarity in the choking smoke.
A lightning spell tempted him - oh, how it tempted him. But with only 207 mana left in his pool, anything he could weave would barely tickle something of this caliber. Level 69 monsters didn't get to that level by being careless with adventurers throwing spells around.
Besides... it wasn't attacking.
The spider just... stood there. In the dying light of the flames, Adom could finally see it properly. All the attributes he had previously seen were there. But there was something else - something he'd never considered before.
Its breathing.
How had he never wondered what a giant spider's breathing sounded like? This one's was deep, rhythmic, like distant thunder trapped underground. Behind it, the charred remains of what used to be its web still smoldered, the desert stalker's corpse now nothing more than a smoking husk.
Maybe if he just moved to the right, slowly...
The spider shifted. Not moved - shifted. One moment it was there, the next it was already blocking his path, so fast his mind barely registered the movement. A gasp escaped his lips before he could stop it.
Backing away seemed like the next logical option, but the moment his weight shifted backward, the spider coiled forward, its front legs rising slightly. The message was crystal clear: Don't even think about it.
Adom's mind raced. This wasn't normal predator behavior - not even for dungeon creatures. Yes, they'd covered this in Advanced Monster Theory at the Academy. Higher-level dungeon denizens could match or exceed human intelligence. Professor Vale had been particularly insistent on that point, right before warning them that these were often the cruelest encounters.
But this... this felt different. The spider wasn't toying with him - it was... studying him? Containing him?
What could something like this possibly want from someone like him?
Pride aside, slowly, deliberately, Adom raised his hands, palms outward - the universal gesture of 'I yield' that worked with most intelligent beings. Whether it meant anything to an arachnid, even one of clearly superior intelligence, remained to be seen.
The spider's head tilted slightly, a disturbingly human-like gesture. Two of its front legs lowered fractionally, though the rest maintained their ready stance. That rhythmic breathing continued, unchanging, like a counterbeat to Adom's own racing heart.
Those crimson eyes studied his hands with particular interest. Was it checking for signs of spell-weaving? Looking for hidden weapons? Or was he just projecting human thought patterns onto something fundamentally alien?
A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, stinging the burns there. The air still tasted of smoke and chemical residue.
The spider's mandibles moved slightly, producing a soft clicking sound that seemed to have a pattern to it. Was it... was it trying to communicate?
Adom then frowned as he heard a high-pitched ringing, like a distant bell that somehow rang inside his skull. Then-
Pain.
WHITE-HOT, ALL-CONSUMING PAIN.
"Argh!"
Adom collapsed, his knees hitting the stone floor as his hands clutched his head. It felt like thousands of needles were being driven into his brain simultaneously, each one carrying its own unique agony. His screams echoed off the cave walls, mixing with the sound of his body thrashing against the ground.
The voices came next. Hundreds, thousands of them, all speaking at once. Some whispered, some shouted, some sang in languages he'd never heard. They cascaded through his mind like a waterfall of broken glass, each syllable cutting deeper than the last.
[Indomitable Will]
He started pushing back against the invasion. The pain began to recede, the voices growing fainter until...
[You have successfully resisted potent mind control!]
Mind control? That thing had tried to- The spider's shriek cut through his thoughts like a physical blow, sending him sprawling backward onto his bottom.
It was an ugly sight, but it's mouth was wide open.
A plan formed quickly: a concentrated fire bullet, just like with the desert stalker. If the carapace was too tough, aim for the mouth, right between those clicking mandibles-
His right hand was suddenly pinned to the ground by fresh webbing before his fingers had even twitched to begin the spell weaving. Not his whole body - just the exact hand he'd been about to use.
It knew. Somehow, it had known exactly what he was going to do before he did it.
But how? Mind reading seemed the obvious answer, but hadn't he just resisted its mental invasion?
The spider clicked its mandibles again, but this time, no mental assault followed. Instead, it... watched. Just watched, with an intensity that made Adom's skin crawl.
Around them, the last flames from his escape attempt still flickered, the dancing shadows casting on the cave walls. The spider's eyes reflected each tiny fire like eight blood-red mirrors, and then...
One of the small flames suddenly wavered, as if caught in a non-existent breeze. Then another. And another. The fires didn't go out - they just... moved. Twisted. Like something was trying to grasp them, to control them, but couldn't quite manage it.
"What are you..." Adom's voice trailed off as the spider tried again. And again. Each time, those eight eyes fixed on him with an expectation that felt almost... frustrated?
Then it hit him.
"Oh God," he whispered, the realization striking him as his eyes widened. "You're trying to weave magic."
The spider stopped mid-attempt. The silence in the cave became deafening.
The sheer impossibility of the situation made Adom's head spin. A giant spider had just tried to break into his mind, nearly caused him to be burned alive, tossed his golem around like a ragdoll, and now it was... practicing magic?
The spider's mandibles clicked rapidly, and the remaining flames all wavered at once, as if to emphasize the point.
Well, that explained why he wasn't dead yet. But it didn't make him feel any better about his chances of staying that way for long.
"Can you... understand me?" Adom asked carefully, the words feeling strange in the silent cave.
The spider's legs stilled their movement. All eight eyes fixed on him.
"Move to your left if you can," Adom said, his mouth dry.
The spider took a deliberate step to its left, its movements unnaturally precise. Then it moved slightly closer, mandibles clicking in what almost seemed like... eagerness? Its front legs spread in what could have been a peaceful gesture, but Adom noticed how they still kept him carefully cornered.
During the mental assault, beneath the searing pain and violation, he'd experienced... something. Not quite a feeling, not exactly thoughts either. It was like catching glimpses of shape and shadow in murky water - impressions that defied description. For lack of a better word, he had 'felt' its essence, its intent. And whatever it was he'd sensed hadn't been anything close to benevolent.
Now, watching it try to manipulate fire, those shadowy impressions crystallized into understanding. That alien hunger he'd glimpsed hadn't just been for knowledge - it had been deeper, darker. More final. And if a creature like this wanted him as a teacher...
And suddenly he remembered one of Professor Vale's lectures about high-level dungeons, backed by countless stories he'd heard from adventurers in his past life, when the World Dungeon first appeared.
The internal politics of dungeons weren't static. Sometimes, a particularly cunning monster would grow strong enough to challenge the dungeon's boss. If it won and consumed the dungeon's core, it would become the new ruler. He'd seen entire dungeon ecosystems changing overnight when this happened.
He assessed his situation coldly. He was exhausted, injured, and in no condition to fight something like the spider. Even if he somehow managed to slip past it, he was still deep in a dungeon. He'd be dead within hours, if not minutes.
But if he taught it... taught it slowly, carefully, perhaps even incorrectly in crucial ways... he could use it. At least in this cave, he'd only have to watch his back against one monster, dangerous as it was, instead of the constant threats lurking outside. Not ideal, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
He had a little more than a month before the first symptoms. Time enough to find a way to kill it before it killed him.
The spider clicked its mandibles again, taking another step forward. Its front legs gestured toward Adom's hands, then to the remnants of flames still flickering around them. The meaning was clear enough - 'show me.'
"I... I can't right now," Adom said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need to heal first. Magic requires focus, and..." He gestured to his burns and injuries. A lie, of course - he'd cast plenty of spells while worse off than this. But it didn't need to know that.
The spider went still for a moment. Then came a sound.
A horrible sound.
It started as a wet, gurgling noise from deep within the spider's body, like someone stirring a pot of thick stew. Adom was still trying to peel the stubborn webbing off his hand when-
SPLAT!
Something wet hit him full in the face, chest, arms, and legs, thoroughly drenching his entire body.
"WHAT THE F-" Adom screamed, thrashing backwards. The substance was clear, oddly odorless, but thick like gel. It dripped down his face and- "IT'S IN MY MOUTH!"
He spat frantically, wiping at his face with his free hand. "What did you- what the hell did you just-" His thoughts churned through all eventualities, each worse than the last. Acid? No pain yet. Poison? How long until-
[+3 Life Force]
[+7 Life Force]
[+4 Life Force]
"Huh?"
He lifted his hand, staring at the burn marks from the web fire. The angry red patches were... fading. Not just fading - healing. He could actually see the skin knitting itself back together, like watching a week's worth of recovery compressed into seconds.
"What in the..." He touched his neck. Smooth skin met his fingertips. Even the soreness in his lungs from the smoke was dissipating.
The spider clicked its mandibles again, almost... smugly? It had just... healed him? With spider spit?
"You could have warned me," Adom muttered, still wiping the healing goo from his face and glasses. "A little gesture, a sign, anything besides just..." He made a vague spitting motion with his hand, then immediately felt foolish for trying to teach manners to a giant spider.
The spider's legs gestured emphatically at the dying flames again, its movements becoming more insistent. The message couldn't be clearer: Show. Magic. Now.
Adom's throat went dry. The healing substance might have fixed his wounds, but it did nothing to calm his racing heart. This wasn't some friendly exchange of knowledge - this was a predator temporarily staying its hand. The moment he ceased being useful...
He forced himself to speak, careful to keep his voice steady. "I can't right now. Magic requires a full mana pool, and mine is severely depleted. I need to sleep, recover my strength." He swallowed hard, watching those eyes for any sign of aggression. "Then I can show you properly. Tomorrow."
The spider went completely still.
Adom's muscles tensed, ready for... well, not ready at all, really. What could he possibly do if it decided-
The massive arachnid suddenly moved. Adom squeezed his eyes shut, certain this was it - but the killing blow never came. Instead, the spider brushed past him, its carapace barely inches from his face.
The sound of rapid web-spinning made him open his eyes again. The spider was... sealing the cave entrance? Layer after layer of silvery web created an intricate barrier. Was it protecting him?
No - protecting its investment, more likely.
When finished, the spider positioned itself by the sealed entrance, settling into an alert stance. Guarding. Waiting.
Well. Apparently his request for rest had been granted.
There was something almost... reasonable about all this. Deadly, yes. Terrifying, absolutely. But also methodical, considerate even. A silver lining, if you could call it that.
Though that thought did little to comfort him as he tried to find a position to rest, knowing those eight red eyes would be watching his every move during his sleep.
Freak.
*****
Consciousness crept in like an unwelcome guest. The hard ground beneath him felt wrong - his bed had never been this uncomfortable. Adom's sleep-addled mind tried to make sense of it, grasping at the familiar while pushing away the unfamiliar.
Just five more minutes...
Then reality clicked.
His eyes snapped open, heart lurching as eight crimson ones stared back from across the cave.
"Oh," Adom whispered. "Not a dream then."
The massive spider remained at its post by the webbed entrance, patient and terrifying as ever. His scattered brain tried to process it all - the dungeon, the chase, the fire, the deal. Being forcibly recruited as a magic teacher to a giant spider.
Said like that, it still sounded like it should have been a dream. But the cold stone floor beneath him and those unwavering red eyes suggested otherwise.
He wasn't even aware he had fallen asleep, which made it all the more confusing.
The spider covered half the cave in two fluid steps, its movement so graceful it seemed to defy its massive size. Those eight eyes fixed on Adom with an expectant intensity that made his skin crawl.
"Right. The lesson." Adom's throat felt like sandpaper. "But first, I need to..." He gestured vaguely at himself. "Food. And... other necessities."
The spider's thorax twitched, that horrible gurgling sound building up again.
"No!" Adom scrambled to his feet, hands raised. "No spitting! I have food. I just..." He patted his stomach. "And I need to... you know."
The spider's head tilted slightly.
"I need to relieve myself," Adom said, face burning. Never in his life had he imagined having this conversation with a giant arachnid.
One leg extended, pointing deeper into the cave. Several tunnels branched off from the main chamber, disappearing into darkness.
"There?"
The spider remained motionless.
Adom took a careful step forward, eyes scanning the cave walls. The tunnels seemed roughly hewn, natural rather than carved. Some sloped upward, others down. Possible escape routes, assuming they didn't lead to worse threats. Or dead ends.
He moved toward the nearest tunnel, but the spider materialized before him with impossible speed. Adom yelped, stumbling backward.
A different leg pointed to another tunnel, the gesture somehow managing to seem both insistent and threatening.
"That one. Got it."
The redirected tunnel was shorter, ending in a small chamber. Empty. No other exits. No hidden passages. Just a dead end that served its immediate purpose.
It's guarding something in that first tunnel, Adom thought as he took care of business. Something important enough to risk showing its hand by stopping me. He filed that information away carefully.
The spider waited at the tunnel entrance when he returned, its patience somehow more unnerving than aggression would have been.
"I need to eat now," Adom said, reaching into his inventory. The wrapped candies he bought at the weird stuff store were still there. As a breakfast, they felt... absurdly inadequate. As he unwrapped it, a thought struck him.
Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the absurdity of his situation making him reckless. Or maybe it was just scientific curiosity.
He held out a second candy toward the spider. "Would you... like one?"
The spider's eyes shifted focus, all eight zeroing in on the small wrapped candy with an intensity that made Adom's outstretched hand waver slightly. Its front legs lifted, minutely, then stopped.
For a long moment, nothing moved.
Adom's arm started to tire, but he held still, watching.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, the spider backed up one step. Its legs settled back into their previous position. The message was clear enough - no.
"Fair enough," he muttered, pocketing the rejected candy and finishing his own. His stomach wasn't exactly satisfied, but it would have to do. Something clicked in his mind though - the spider's refusal wasn't casual. It had its own strict feeding system, that bizarre goo... If it wouldn't even accept normal candy, trying to poison it would probably be pointless. The thing seemed too methodical, too set in its ways to accept food from others.
He filed that thought away carefully, crossing one potential escape plan off his mental list.
Now short of excuses, Adom took a steadying breath. Teaching magic incorrectly would be a delicate balance - too obvious, and the spider would know. Too subtle, and it might actually learn something useful.
"Magic," he began, choosing his words with care, "flows through specific channels in the body." His hands moved in a deliberate pattern, one he'd seen street performers use to impress crowds. "These channels must be properly aligned before any spell can be cast."
The spider's legs shifted, mirroring his movements with disturbing accuracy. Adom fought to keep his expression neutral. The creature's ability to replicate complex motions was... concerning.
"Good. But remember - precision is crucial." He deliberately altered the pattern, making it slightly more complex. "The preparation stance must be perfect, or the mana will disperse." A complete fabrication, but one that played into the spider's apparent methodical nature.
Those crimson eyes tracked every finger movement, every shift in posture. Adom could almost see the creature committing each useless detail to memory. But he couldn't rely solely on physical misdirection.
"Now, for flame magic specifically..." He paused, letting anticipation build. "We begin not with creation, but with control." His hands moved over a small patch of ground. "May I?"
The spider's slight nod felt like permission and threat combined.
Adom cast a simple fire spell - the proper way, hiding the true mechanism behind his elaborate gestures. A small flame sprouted between them.
"Observe. Before we can create fire, we must learn to sense it." He moved his hands around the flame in sweeping motions that did absolutely nothing. "Feel how the heat responds to your presence. Like sensing the vibrations in a web, but with thermal energy."
The spider's front legs moved through the air above the flame, mimicking his movements perfectly. Too perfectly. Adom's heart skipped a beat - he needed to complicate things further.
"No, the movement must flow through all limbs for proper mana distribution." The lie came smoothly, born of desperate calculation. "Each appendage must maintain its own mana cycle while contributing to the whole. Like this..."
He demonstrated an impossibly complex series of gestures that would require the spider to coordinate all eight legs differently. The creature paused, processing this new challenge.
Minutes stretched into hours as Adom layered deception upon deception. Each "lesson" built upon the last, creating an intricate web of misconceptions that would hopefully take time to unravel. He introduced arbitrary rules about mana preparation, invented elaborate safety protocols that would waste energy, and emphasized the importance of perfect form over actual results.
"Remember," he said, watching the spider attempt a particularly wasteful series of movements, "magic requires patience." And he prayed his own patience would last long enough to find a way out of this cave.
A distant screech echoed through the cave, interrupting their lesson. Adom's blood ran cold - he knew that sound. Desert stalkers.
Another screech, closer. The spider's head snapped toward the entrance, legs shifting into a lower stance.
How close were they? The sound bounced off stone walls, making it impossible to-
His stomach lurched as the ground disappeared. "Whoa!" Something wet and sticky pressed against his back, and then he was rising, watching a bone spear whistle through the space he'd occupied seconds before. It struck the cave wall with a crushing sound, embedding itself deep in the stone.
"This is-" he squirmed against the webbing, feeling it stick to his clothes, his hair, "-absolutely disgusting."
Dark shapes materialized at the cave entrance. The stalkers' scaled skin caught the torchlight, one of them looked like the alpha from last time, black eyes reflecting nothing. Another one of them touched its torch to the webbed entrance. Flames raced up the strands.
Three stalkers entered. Then eight. Then thirteen.
Adom's mind shifted from disgust to rapid calculation. The cave was small, cramped for this many fighters. His mana had recovered somewhat during his rest. The ceiling placement, while humiliating, gave him a perfect vantage point.
If he timed it right...
He could use a burst of force magic to break free, propelling himself toward the entrance. The spider would be occupied with the stalkers. He could launch fire spells from above, then seal the entrance with a barrier spell once he was through. With luck, the collapsing cave mouth would take out several stalkers - and possibly the spider too.
The only wild card was those other tunnels. The spider might retreat rather than fight, but Adom's primary concern was escape. This might be his only chance.
He flexed his fingers carefully, mentally preparing while trying not to draw attention. Below him, the stalkers spread out in a practiced formation, and the spider... waited.
The first stalker's head hit the ground before Adom could blink. The second followed. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Blood sprayed in graceful arcs across stone walls.
Five seconds.
The remaining stalkers screeched, finally registering the threat. More poured in through the entrance. The spider moved.
No. Movement wasn't the right word.
Limbs blurred. Bodies fell. Blood painted the floor in expanding pools. One stalker lunged forward, lance extended - and met empty air. The spider was already behind it, legs piercing through scale and bone.
Adom's escape plan died in his throat. He'd be dead before reaching the entrance.
A stalker broke right, weapon raised. No - that was wrong. The spider had already moved to intercept its true path left, legs punching through its chest before the feint was complete.
How?
Three more stalkers attacked in formation. The spider flowed around their strikes like water, dealing death with mechanical precision. More bodies. More blood. The pile grew.
Wait.
A stalker charged straight ahead. The spider shifted left - before the stalker had even begun to turn that direction. As if...
[Flowing Perception] activated without conscious thought. The world slowed. Adom's vision sharpened, catching details his normal sight missed.
[+2 Flowing Perception]
Another stalker died. Adom squinted, trying to understand. The spider moved before the attack came, but how? He focused harder.
A second death. There had to be something he was missing. His [Flowing Perception] caught the usual tells - muscle tension, weight shifts, the flow of movement through air. But the spider was reacting before even these appeared.
Third death. Fourth. He forced himself to look deeper. Not at the attacks. Not at the movements. At the moments before.
[+1 Flowing Perception]
There - a stalker's hand twitched. No, before that. The spider was already moving. Earlier still. What was he missing?
[+2 Flowing Perception]
Ah.
The next death made it click. Just before the stalker's muscles tensed to attack, before its brain had even fully formed the command, its body made microscopic adjustments. Preparing for a decision not yet consciously made. The spider wasn't reading minds or seeing the future - it was reading the body's betrayal of its owner's intentions.
Simple. Mechanical. Like a leaf trembling before the wind actually hits it.
His [Flowing Perception] caught these tells after they formed. The spider caught them at their source, in that razor-thin moment between thought and action.
An armed stalker charged in, sword and shield probably scavenged from some fallen adventurer.
It effortlessly got flatened.
Metal scraped against stone as it stumbled - and for a split second, the spider's movements faltered. Another stalker's claw caught a fallen blade, sending it ringing across the floor. The spider's strike missed, just barely, before it compensated with terrifying speed.
The slaughter continued. Each death taught him more. Every spray of blood revealed new patterns.
When it ended, forty-three bodies littered the cave floor. No survivors. No escapees.
The alpha's severed head stared up at him from a pool of its own blood, black eyes now as lifeless as glass beads.
Then the spider ate them.
Digestive fluids darkened the nearest corpse. The spider's mandibles worked methodically, liquefying flesh and bone. Adom winced as it slurped the resulting soup through its mouthparts.
That could have been him.
Three bodies disappeared this way. The spider moved to the others, spraying them with webbing and some viscous fluid. The corpses went rigid, suspended in a grotesque cocoon. Food storage, then.
The web holding him suddenly gave. Adom dropped, catching himself with a grunt. His clothes stuck to his skin where the webbing had touched.
The spider turned back to their practice spot, stepping over scattered limbs and congealing blood pools. Its leg tapped the ground twice - the signal to resume their lesson.
Just like that. As if forty-three deaths meant nothing. As if they weren't standing in a charnel house.
Adom wiped sticky hands on his pants and took position. The copper stench of blood filled his lungs with each breath.
Class was back in session.
*****
Adom stopped counting the days after the seventh.
No sun, no moon - just endless stone and the spider's unwavering presence. Looking at his remaining time would only crack his fragile grip on sanity.
The candies ran out on day three. The spider dropped a fresh stalker leg by his feet that evening. The meat was grey-green beneath the scales, with a texture like spoiled fish mixed with wet sand. He retched three times before keeping it down. The aftertaste lingered - metallic and sour, like licking a rusted coin. But hunger won. Always did. The stalkers, he discovered, packed enough nutrients to keep him going. Small mercy.
A underground stream provided water, crystal clear and sweet. He'd watch the spider drink sometimes, its method methodical and alien. They shared that water source, at least.
The magic lessons stretched on. He taught slowly, carefully - honest about the time needed, dishonest about his methods. On the fourth day, the spider made his conjured flame flicker. Just a tiny manipulation, but Adom's heart nearly stopped. The creature could use mana. Had always been able to. What else could it do?
Between lessons, he explored. All tunnels open except one - forbidden, the spider made that clear. The rest of the cave system became his library. Every spare moment spent watching, learning, trying to understand the spider's precognitive combat ability.
[Flowing Perception] activated constantly now. He studied his own movements, the tiny tells that betrayed intention. The slight shoulder tension before casting. The weight shift before stepping. Could these be suppressed? Hidden?
[+3 Flowing Perception]
[+2 Flowing Perception]
[+4 Flowing Perception]
On the fifth day, something changed. Mid-observation, the skill pulsed.
[Flowing Perception is evolving...]
The tests began small. A deliberate shift of weight during practice. The spider's head would turn, tracking the motion before it happened. Scratch an itch - those legs would twitch toward the movement. Even thoughts of movement drew reaction.
Days blurred. Better not to count.
He layered his experiments. During magic practice, he'd create a flame while planning to move his hand left. The spider would orient itself left before he moved. Sometimes he'd abandon the planned movement entirely - studying how long the spider maintained its predictive stance.
More complex tests followed. Multiple planned movements. False intentions. Real ones hidden beneath. The spider caught them all, though sometimes... sometimes there was a delay. Microseconds between his deepest-hidden intentions and its response.
He watched it hunt. Every stalker that entered became a lesson. The green bastards were either very stupid for coming still, or very brave, or both. It deserved some respect. Useless, but to be respected.
The spider's movements weren't random. They followed flows - air currents, muscle tensions, the subtle symphony of pre-motion tells.
[Flowing Perception] strained with each observation. The skill grew sharper, more refined. He started seeing not just current movements, but their origins. The way a stalker's neck muscles tensed before its arm moved. How weight distributed before a step.
Sometimes, during lessons, he caught himself moving in response to the spider's motions before they happened. Brief moments of anticipation that felt more like instinct than thought.
The spider watched him too. He sensed its scrutiny. Hopefully it saw only a teacher teaching magic, not one dissecting its every move.
Time passed. How long? Don't think about it.
Then, one day, after a lesson, something clicked. His mind emptied of everything except pure observation. The spider stood before him, demonstrating a mana manipulation.
Right, he thought absently, his hand supporting his head. It moved right.
Left. Left.
His eyes widened as consciousness caught up to instinct. The system message appeared:
[Flowing Perception] is evolving into [Flow Prediction]...
[Acquired: Flow Prediction (Rare) (Active/Passive)]
[Ability: Perceive and analyze pre-movement patterns and intent]
[Current Level: 01]
[Warning: Skill effectiveness heavily dependent on user's focus and physical condition.]
His heart raced. He forced his breathing steady, face neutral. Don't let it show. Don't let it know.
The lesson continued.
*****
Don't check the time. Don't check the days. Focus.
Adom had been tempted to do it a few times, but, he knew it would distract him from what he was about to do.
The spider's latest attempt at mana control made Adom's stomach clench. Not just flickering flames now - it could dim them, spread them. Progress too fast. Much too fast. Soon it would connect the dots between mana control and actual spellweaving.
Then he'd outlive his usefulness. Simple math really.
His mana pool now sat at 750, full and ready. The wrist had partially healed, though phantom pain still lingered.
The stalkers' meat kept him strong, even if every bite still made him gag. Physical strength maintained. Mental strength... well, he was still sane enough to plan. Had to count for something.
The golem sat in his inventory, retrieved during one of his "bathroom breaks." The spider never followed him there, at least. Small mercies.
In that dark, damp cave, he'd carefully pull out the broken pieces of the Wakey Bird - the same one he'd destroyed in frustration back at the Academy. His hands would move slowly, methodically, trying to minimize any sound of metal against metal.
Ah, the Academy. It felt like a lifetime ago now. He'd hated the monotony then, the endless lectures, the strict schedules. What he wouldn't give to be back in those sun-filled halls, complaining about morning classes and bland cafeteria food. Everything to return to that simple life where his biggest worry was passing the next exam.
But here, in this cave that reeked of stalker blood and spider webs, those memories served a purpose. Each time he went to "relieve himself," he'd work on reassembling the construct, making small modifications to its design.
He had an idea - not fully formed yet, but growing clearer with each session. The runes needed to be perfect. The mana circulation had to be completely silent. One wrong click, one metallic scrape too loud, and all his careful planning would be for nothing.
He'd watched the spider's sleep patterns. Every rest period, there was a window - about an hour in, when its legs would go completely slack. The twitching that usually responded to nearby movement would slow, almost stop. Deep sleep. As deep as something like that could manage, anyway.
The plan was simple. Had to be. Complicated plans died fast against something that could read your moves before you made them. But even pre-cognitive combat had limits. You couldn't dodge what you couldn't sense coming.
Adom decided he would strike tonight.
...Or today. There was no sun or moon to know which was which.
He would strike soon. Yes. Better.
Just had to wait for those legs to go slack.
Comments
Ace_the_owl
I promise the dungeon arc will make sense by the end of it, it really ties into the main plot
Storyflower
Obvious thought. That would be nice before moving toward a totally new unrelated tangent.
CommodoreCaptain
I’d like to see our boy bond one of the spiders babies which is what I’m assuming is hidden in the cave path he’s not allowed in.
EsZeus
My main problem, currently, is: I kinda want to wait for 20+ chapters to be released and then read through it. Chapter by chapter, I feel stressed out. At least currently. Too much excitement, and not enough agency of the MC.
EsZeus
Agreed. Currently I feel kinda "stressed out" by the story, just because of the pace/jump from one encounter or situation to the next. And at the same time, it feels all like "fate" and the MC has less "real" agency. Then we add, sometimes, the lack of "power" through knowledge or planning he should have, and then we are here ^^
Mark
It's possible the system lied to motivate the MC, but then why hasn't the MC questioned their growth rate?
Mark
I agree. For instance, I doubt everyone that learns how to box takes a flat amount less damage, that's system shenanigans, which the system clearly stated it doesn't do. Not even gonna talk about identify or his storage space.
Arthur Oliveira
I completely agree with you. Considering that the author already had well-structured contingency plans, he could have waited to implement them. I understand that reading about unpredictable situations is interesting, but the feeling of disconnection with the immersion in the story can occur when the developments are too abrupt. I would like to make it clear that I see great potential in the story and that the writer has great topics to explore. Because I believe in the development of the narrative, I will continue to follow it.
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter! I mean this all seems interesting but I at the same time am obviously way more interested what comes "after", because while interesting it feels kind of like a "foregone conclusion"? A bit similar to the Labyrinth Arc of course probably the end chapter will have something wider reaching for the rest of the plot, but well most of these and similar Arcs is largely "survival and training" and thats fine but I have admit it feels a tiny bit like we'll in the future just get "normal outside story intwined with some training and fighting" and "special super hardocore training and survival Arcs". I think part of that is how this thing started... Both the Labyrinth and the Dungeo or even the fight before at the trade with Cisco weren't in his plans, he was "forced into them by fate" so to speak^^ And of course especially in a world of Magic with powerful enemies (or friends) things like that aren't automatically "forced Author plot development" because a relatively weak MC can't control nearly everything, but when it happens twice in a "row" kind of and then also aren't short 1-2 chapter situations but several chapters with nothing "outside" in them... I kind of find myself much more considering how he will deal with the implications of "You went missing from out of the Academy after spacial magic destroyed the room you were in and now reappear weeks later???". Because we can't predict such an Arc anyway... Never before was it mentioned Dungeon monsters could chose to cooperate with Humans in fact Dungeons were painted as the ultimate naturak desaster and enemy of civilization... So how to predict something like that? Now you have by all rights shown us a Monster that is quite literally impossible to kill for Adom... I mean how would he do that? We know that is pure speed is literally fast enough to look like teleporting to him, Fluid empowerment or not he would NEVER be able to even leave the cave without it catching him (since his plan was to seal it inside) and well we don't know how good its senses are in its sleep so its kind of useless to speculate about the exact fight... Either this works or it doesn't and Even then... Exthausted after killing/escaping the Spider he should by all rights also just be dead in the Dungeon Desert right? No Food camoflaging Enemies who have proven they can appear right next to him and improved flos prediction or not are simply way too fast and strong for him to fight melee without Mana... Right now It feels like once again Adom is in an impossible situation in fact it feels similar to the "Golem Race" (Or the other "impossible challanges he just proceeds to straight up solve) in the Labyrinth: The Golem was literally almost as fast as Bob only seconds slower to the items... Bob however was way faster than Adom and Adom was almost dead from exthaustion but he STILL suddenly was fast enough to win the race and kill the Golem... I understand the purpose of building suspension and that to have the MC complain and contemplain the impossible strengths of their Foes and of the situations does that well but it also feels like a cheap trick if overused too much. Stories where every fight is described as "impossible, nobody in his position could ever win, but then he did the unimaginable and pull of this one move to still make it out lol". I think so far this story has tread that balance well (though as I said specifically with the Golem scene it was closer to the Edge of "well he won because he has too even though I said it was impossible" than I normally enjoy in stories) I think its just a risk especially for Regressor stories^^ Since they for some reason usually tend to feature MCs who just love seeing everything as "Well in the last timeline this guy was so strong and I in my age couldn't have killed him!!!" but wouldn't it make much more sense for the literal regressor to focus on the fact that "I know everything about these kinds of opponents and am much more capable than in that timeline so its possible I just need manage: X, Y, Z". The last thing is probably personal preference though. I just enjoy much more being told/given hints actual important information that the MC also has and then try to think and predict on my own how he may solve it rather than just being told "the MC is faced with overwhelming power and terrible odds but... "insert the extreme effort he had to go through to find the unexpected small edge nobody else considered to let himself still win/survive". Ok this escalated into a huge deluge of text... In case thats a clear case of "tldr": I enjoy reading this story in general and learning about new aspects of it "Dungeons", "intelligent dungeon monsters" and seeing Adom develop his skills and powers. But right now with it basically being clear he WILL survive probably without crippling injury or something like that, I as a reader am much more invested for all the other plotlines outside (Gang war, is Valiant dead? What about the academy, Gale, and proffesser Kim and of course Eren? Are his Parents smashing the undertow in search for him or something? And how can he solve this mess without telling people "I broke the most fundamental law of magic haha please don't kill me because me saying that should prove I am insane!") to wrap up/continue :)
Samuel McCarren
Good story mate! Dungeon chappys good! (Only the system that seems abit disjointed.. sometimes it feels like it just reflects improvements but sometimes it seems to drive them e.g. iron lungs / quests - can other mages develop iron lungs, Indomitable Will, Boxing(?) if so maybe a more organic explanation involving mana patterns or inspiration based mind techniques would read better and account for qualitative step changes in capabilities (or just remove notifications and limit to status changes when checked).. otherwise really good storytelling!)
Bookworm bibliophile
One thing I am sure of is mc hatred for vampires. Like dam they ruined everything for him
Angel
Great chapter...was honestly more invested in what will happen in the real world outside of the dungeon. This feels more like a place holder. It would be great if he can gain his healing or some badass fighting reward in this dungeon arc.
Ace_the_owl
The dungeon arc will not last more than 5 more chapters, unless I have to do more edits. Curious to see what you guys think of it. I really enjoyed writing it. Currently editing the next ones, and I'll release them as I go. Happy reading!
