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‘Beodeukto will definitely come.’
Having raided the Jungle Fortress hundreds of times gave me this certainty.
He didn’t perceive this place as a mere field dungeon, but as a training ground, a stepping stone for his growth. He was an unusual boss with a burning ambition.
A monster dreaming the impossible dream of world domination.
A being driven by the simple, straightforward goal of devouring humans to gain strength.
‘His purpose is clear and straightforward.’
The reason I destroyed the Jungle Orc barracks wasn’t just to eliminate them quickly, but also to showcase my potential.
If he believed he could grow stronger by devouring powerful humans, he would see me as a tempting morsel.
And that belief would naturally lure him out of the Jungle Fortress.
‘He doesn’t view the Jungle Fortress as his sanctuary, just a stepping stone.’
A being harboring ambitions of world conquest wouldn’t be content ruling over mere orcs, goblins, and kobolds.
Beodeukto would undoubtedly be eager to devour me, even if it meant sacrificing his entire army.
After all, the monsters would respawn endlessly as long as the boss monster lived.
This meant I was effectively facing the entire Jungle Fortress army in a full-scale war.
‘It’s deviated from the plan, but it can’t be helped.’
Originally, I intended to power up before taking on the boss, but that would take too long. I decided to proceed with both simultaneously.
With Pephais by my side and a safety net prepared, I judged the risk to be manageable.
‘There’s nothing more to gain here anyway, other than the spirit itself.’
The Jungle Fortress had already given me more than just Pephais.
I’d learned how the “Too Fond of Honey” penalty worked, and I was about to acquire Weaving. Even if the dungeon reset now, it was a profitable venture.
Thump, thump, thump.
“The sound came from that way!”
“But isn’t that the cliff area?”
“The human survived by hanging from the cliff! It might not be as steep as we think!”
Focusing on the surrounding sounds, I confirmed the monsters were approaching.
With preparations complete, I launched myself into the trees, looking down at them.
Thump.
“Hello.”
Pephais’s flames illuminated the area, revealing my position and imprinting my face in their minds.
Simultaneously, I identified Beodeukto’s location, along with the Monkey Goblins and Banana Kobolds.
While revealing myself wasn’t strictly necessary, I did it for one specific reason.
“That’s him! That’s the human!”
“Monkey Goblins, pursue him! The rest, spread out! And absolutely! Do not kill him without my permission!”
Beodeukto, already salivating at the prospect of devouring me, immediately commanded his troops.
His eyes, fixated solely on the outcome, blinded by greed and obsession, bored into the back of my head.
As the monsters pursued, I left Pephais behind and leaped through the trees like a firefly.
“Catch him! Catch him, I say!”
Thud thud thud thud thud.
I could hear them frantically chasing behind me.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they blindly followed, their speed so intense it felt like they could extinguish a torch just by running past.
‘They don’t even realize they’re running in circles.’
I knew they’d seen me signal near the cliff and would naturally assume I was leading them there.
To hide this, I had to distract them completely.
I carefully adjusted the distance, keeping them just close enough to think they could catch me, always a hair’s breadth away.
Like racehorses with blinders, they focused solely on the chase, oblivious to their surroundings.
The monsters on the ground stumbled over roots, yet continued their pursuit. Those in the trees got their eyes poked by branches, but kept moving towards the light.
Pephais’s flames served as their guiding beacon.
The only light in the pitch-black darkness, obscured by the dense canopy.
Just as they began to think the cliff would never appear, their suspicions lulled as they blindly followed…
BOOM!
Disaster struck.
“What?! What’s happening?!”
“The ground! The ground’s collapsing!”
At the cliff’s edge…
I detonated the pre-planted explosives, triggering a landslide that sent the pursuing monsters tumbling down.
A competent commander would have retreated with the remaining troops to regroup, but not Beodeukto.
“Don’t retreat! He’s at the bottom of the cliff! Everyone, jump! He’s dug his own grave!”
At the moment of the explosion…
Beodeukto, seeing me leap down, ordered his entire army to commit suicide.
His eyes, filled with the conviction of a fanatic, showed his certainty that sheer numbers would overcome any trap.
“Human! Now you die!”
His cliché villain line, something I would have skipped countless times with the enter key in the game, reached my ears.
“You should be looking elsewhere.”
“What?”
He was free to glare, but the situation wasn’t on his side.
“GYAAAAAHHHHH!”
“General! General! Below! Spider webs! Spider webs!!!”
“We’re being cut to pieces!”
As the monsters fell into the spider web I’d woven below, their bodies were sliced apart.
The agile Monkey Goblins shooting poison needles, the Banana Kobolds throwing boomerangs from afar…
In a space where they couldn’t gain their footing, they were nothing more than livestock in a slaughterhouse.
Unlike the Jungle Orcs, they lacked tough hides and wore no metal armor.
Like dust being sifted through a sieve, they were dismembered as they fell through the web.
If Uberak had been alive, he might have joined Beodeukto in tearing through the web, but he was long gone.
The only one who could properly respond was Beodeukto.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. You have nowhere left to run!”
Trusting his tough hide, he stepped onto the layered spider webs.
With debris falling and his subordinates dying around him, maintaining balance on the swaying web would be difficult, yet his determination was impressive.
Beodeukto glared at me, hanging from the cliff, certain that victory was within his grasp. He believed I’d exhausted myself setting the trap and would be no match for him in direct combat.
His thinking was incredibly simplistic.
“I was about to say the same to you.”
He’d fallen for every trap I’d laid outside the Jungle Fortress. Who was he to call me cornered?
The massacre had completed all my preparations.
[You have achieved surprising results using spider silk.]
[You acquire the hidden skill Weaving.]
[For fighting like a true spider, you are granted the title Spider – Second Leg.]
Sizzle.
The grotesque, mangled finger on my hand bore a new mark—the spider’s second leg, etched like a tattoo.
With Weaving acquired, I no longer needed to visualize complex spider silk manipulations.
[Weaving activated. Intermediate steps for spider silk creation are now bypassed.]
The web connecting the cliffs instantly transformed into a net ensnaring Beodeukto.
While the first spider leg enhanced cutting power, the second leg boosted durability.
“What?! Why won’t it break?!”
Beodeukto’s predictable line confirmed that even a boss monster couldn’t easily tear through my fully powered spider silk.
“Fall.”
With no support, Beodeukto plummeted to the ground.
I swiftly descended, reorienting his falling body headfirst, then secured him firmly to prevent any unexpected movements.
A cliff-top piledriver.
An instant kill move, regardless of whether the target was a boss monster or not.
As a precaution, I’d even planted explosives where he would land. The outcome was inevitable.
“GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
“Farewell.”
BOOM!
Just before the explosives detonated, I used spider silk to escape the blast radius.
[Jungle Fortress Tustosta cleared.]
[Congratulations! You have achieved the first solo dungeon clear. Additional rewards will be provided. Please check the detailed message for further information.]
The clear message rang out.
‘Now I can finally go back.’
I prayed things hadn’t gone too wrong at the Academy.
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Coo.
The clear sky above Mirinae Academy.
“Kyahahahaha! Die! Die!”
“It’s fun to crush sprouts! It’s fun to crush sprouts!”
Students, oblivious to the impending doom, laughed and chatted.
Coo.
“Today’s research… is almost complete.”
“Just a little more and the prototype will be finished.”
Researchers, sacrificing their present for the future.
Coo.
Above their heads…
“Kyahahahaha! Kill them all! Kill them all!”
“It’s fun to crush sprouts! It’s fun to crush sprouts!”
Disaster was falling.
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