Chapter 11: I Give Up On Communication

Chapter 11: I Give Up On Communication

===A Certain Undead With Communication Disorder===

After being swallowed by the Giant Tarrasque, my body rolled around in the darkness, surrounded by the fishy smell of rotting meat.

The reason I could get a grasp of my surroundings, even in the pitch black,probably had something to do with being an undead.

That was why I could see the thick and sharp fangs that came down from above to stab me.

GAKINN!

Although it was unavoidable and exerted terrifying pressure on me, who was sandwiched in between, it wasn't enough to crush my body.

But still, it was strong enough to make my bones creak and even created a hairline crack in one.

Some of my muscle fibers in the soft parts of my body were crushed too.

But that was all it could do.

Even this Giant Tarrasque's fangs could only do this much on my body.

In addition, all the damage inflicted on me was restored in the next second.

I have this kind of overwhelming self-healing ability on top of my extremely tough body, huh.

I shook my body lightly and then quickly slipped out from the gap that was created between the giant fangs.

I walked on top of a soft and unstable footing.

I think it was its tongue

It felt like I was walking through a viscous bog.

The thickness of the air combined with the pungent odor made me sick to my stomach.

Suddenly, its tongue wriggled around and dropped me down to the inner part of its mouth.

I used my chance and strolled down a dark passage, stroking my hands against the meat wall.

Soon enough, I landed into a pool of mysterious liquid.

It was an extremely acidic and viscous liquid.

In short, a disgusting liquid.

Blergh This place must be its stomach, huh

That powerful acid completely corroded the last of my clothing covering my private parts.

And yet, it was completely ineffective on me.

What should I do now?

Although I didn't mind if this powerful acid melted my body and killed me as a result, the problem was I had no idea how long I'd have to wait for it to happen.

And like hell I wanted to spend a long time in this kind of disgusting place.

Come to think of it, there's that story about the dwarven hero. Even though he was swallowed by a giant monster, he managed to get out by messing around in that creature's stomach.

Thus, I made my way through the gastric juice and arrived at the closest meat wall.

When I tried to touch it, I felt that it was quite tough.

I heard that a dragon's insides were tough, but I had no idea that the same goes for a demi-dragon.

I tried to land a test punch on the stomach wall, while thinking about the actions of that dwarven hero.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

The meat wall burst open.

It looks good, don't it?

The gastric juice in the stomach spilled out from the hole that I just created.

Now I tried to infuse my punch with mana.

I started running until I built up enough mana in my punch, leaped up, and then punched at the meat wall in front of me.

ZUDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

I decided to give up on any attempt to communicate with them and just leave this city.

W-Was he just leaving?

We are safe?

I heard them muttering soon after I left them.

===A Certain Middle Aged Gold Rank Adventurer===

The white-haired undead came out from beneath the remnants of the Tarrasque Lord's shell.

Everyone felt a wave of despair upon seeing that unbelievable scene; some even fainted on the spot.

Although I managed to stay conscious thanks to my willpower, I wanted nothing more than to run away Or rather, I wanted to faint too, that way I wouldn't suffer an agonizing death.

Although the Tarrasque Lord had met its end, no one felt relieved at all.

If he felt like it, that undead could destroy this city with a flick of his wrist.

Guild master Barud, who gallantly sent that undead flying toward the Tarrasque Lord, had fallen on his rear, apparently losing all the strength in his legs.

Even that haughty Estina, the only platinum rank adventurer amongst us, looked like she was on the verge of tears.

That undead then approached Estina with an eerie smile on his face.

Barud heaved a sigh. Maybe he felt relieved since the undead didn't choose to approach him.

N- NOOOOOOO DON'T COME HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Not even Estina's childish wailing could stop the undead from moving closer to her.

On the contrary, his smile became even more ominous the closer he was to Estina.

Won't kill you

Hiiiiiiiiii!

Won't kill you?

Did he mean that not even death could save us?

That had to be the meaning behind that eerie smile.

Just what kind of suffering were we going to experience after this?

I didn't know what she was imagining, but seeing a certain liquid leak from Estina's crotch, I could hazard a guess.

It was incontinence.

But no one laughed at her, even after she displayed an extremely shameful figure unbefitting of a platinum rank adventurer.

On the contrary, as if that incident became the trigger, the undead's eeriness was even more evident, resulting in few of us peeing our pants.

Some fainted when it happened.

Everyone here would be killed sooner or later.

Everyone here, myself included, believed so, but that undead suddenly turned around and left.

W-Was he just leaving?

We are safe?

The most unbelievable thing happenedthat undead just left us behind to go to another place, completely ignoring us.

Did that mean we were so worthless, not enough to die by his hands?

Or was he so sure of his ability to kill us, he would take his time to hunt us down one by one?

Whatever the case, I couldn't understand his intentions.

Even so, there was one thing I was sure about.

Even if we had been spared now, there was no doubt we would all live in fear of that undead for the rest of our lives.

I gazed out on the back of that calamity, who strode away from us with a gloomy mood.