Chapter 303: Grey Spider (2)

Chapter 303: Grey Spider (2)

3.

Blood splattered.

-Kuh, Huk!

The Grey Spider indifferently looked down at the corpse. If one raised their head and looked around, they would find someone particularly frail, trembling like a windblown tree.

Isnt that an interesting sight?

The Grey Spider smiled.

-Shivering?

-Hik, Ah Hieek

-Why are you shivering?

The Grey Spider waved her hand. It was instantaneous. As if caught by an invisible hand, someone was pulled right up to the nose of the Grey Spider.

-Hi, Eeeek!

-You are a god, arent you? Gods shouldnt be shivering. You look more like a human when you tremble. The races that devotedly served you would be disappointed.

Ah.

The Grey Spider then tilted her head slightly to the left as if she just remembered something.

-Well, they probably wouldnt be too disappointed. Theyre all dead.

-Ple, please spare me! Spare me! Spare me!

-Yeah. I like that phrase. There are words and moments that never grow old, like when someone begs for their life at the brink of death. Right now, youre probably hanging onto my every word, arent you? Wondering if Ill spare you. Or kill you. Youre putting all your energy into listening to me.

This time, the Grey Spider tilted her head to the right.

-You should have done this earlier.

Blood splattered.

-Aaaaaaah!!

-Hey. I heard it from your comrade. Theres a separate world where you gods live, right? From our perspective, it should be called the divine realm. Id like to visit there, can you secretly tell me how to get there?

-Ah, uh, Ugh! Aaaaah, spare me, spare me!

-You really are a crybaby.

The Grey Spider lightly tapped the nose of what she held in her hand.

-Youre telling me now.

-. , .

-Hurry up.

-Stage S, Stage [Teleport]

The world was enveloped in a blinding white light.

Looking at the light, which wrapped around like tendrils, the Grey Spider laughed, realizing something.

-So this is how it is?

That day, a tower in a world burned to ashes.

The massacre was easy. The [Divine Race] had left the conquest to a handful of warriors. Apart from a few enemies, they could not use aura and were not adept at magic.

The Grey Spider was honestly disappointed. It was too trivial. Destroying the five races ruled by the [Divine Race] seemed more challenging than this.

-Its unprecedented, a ruling race being overthrown in a rebellion by the races they dominated, leading to their destruction.

Thump.

Footsteps sounded from behind. Turning around, there stood a child with platinum hair, hands clasped behind her back, staring intently at her.

-Who are you?

-Call me the Lady Who Walks the Mirage. Just Lady for short.

-I didnt ask for your name.

-Hmm. Im like a guide for those children.

The Lady pointed her finger down the mountain. The city was burning. It was a furnace. Magic-crafted earthen walls encircled the citys outskirts, within which every living being was being roasted alive.

-But now theyre all dead or worse. Well, cant be helped.

The Lady smiled brightly.

-Congratulations! From now on, you are the rulers of this tower!

-.

-Its an unexpected situation but not outside the rules. You havent broken any rules. Your witch race legitimately participated in the 40th floor stage, and now as the only survivors, you have the right to ascend to the 50th floor.

The Grey Spider remained silent.

It wasnt that she was flustered. It was just that an overwhelming amount of information had flooded in all at once, taking time to process. Combining the information gained from slaughtering the [Gods Race] with what the Lady just said, the Grey Spider easily reached the truth.

-Hmm.

However, there was a riddle she couldnt solve alone, so she asked.

-Are there other races being summoned besides us?

-Yes.

-Those who ascend to the stage, do they all reach the 50th floor like this? Making themselves out to be gods and using inferior races.

-Its not necessary, but it seems thats how its been.

-So, every human who reaches the 50th floor is treated like a god?

-Yes. At least until now.

Indeed.

A smile formed at the corner of her mouth.

-Thank you.

-Why?

The Grey Spider replied.

-Just now, I found a reason not to die.

Nobody.

Thousands of elites who had been chattering excitedly to distract me suddenly all fell silent, as if their earlier noise had been a lie.

Thats a wise choice.

Even as this happened, the battle continued.

Having a commander is just making them a target for sniping. Its better for each to act independently and attack me. Hmm. It does diminish the significance of gathering thousands of troops, though.

But the talk of me being Constellation Killer level is incorrect.

The magic bombardment from the northern spiders hit me. Bang! Boom! I carefully watched the blue magic cannons falling and dodged each one, step by step.

I am stronger than a mere dog.

A guerrilla force that had circled around the outskirts of the city attacked me from behind.

A total of 24 members. Specializing in assassination, the twenty-four members had their lower faces covered with masks. They swung their swords in a simultaneous, coordinated attack. Although it did not reach the level of a battle formation, it was nearly perfect in its execution.

What a pity.

I moved my holy sword with respect towards them.

If it had been me before reaching the 40th floor, this would have been enough to kill me.

Infernal Heavens Demonic Art.

First Form.

Sword of Starvation.

Suddenly, the surroundings plunged into chaos. From my shadow, ghostly hands surged up. These hands grabbed the spiders wrists, ankles, and necks, throwing them to the ground. Kerk! Huk! The spiders breaths were cut short.

Ive heard a lot about you all.

The touch of the shadow did not stop there. Hundreds of gestures spread out in all directions. They climbed up the outer walls of buildings and seeped into the cracks of windows. Ah, Kugh!? This cant be Spiders that had been lying in ambush inside the buildings, hiding their presence, fell one by one.

Witch race.

Flames blazed all around.

In any world, to ascend to the 50th floor, there is a common stage that must be passed. That is, the task of becoming a god and ruling over ones own race. You were originally a race that originated and lived in the world of the 40th floor In other words, a dominated race led by hunters.

Youre wrong!

One of the spiders within the range of my Infernal Heavens cried out. A strong one who had managed to repel the hands reaching out from the shadows five times.

We misjudged! Its not because he needed the power of the constellations to defeat us that he dragged them into this! Its the opposite, he drew us in so that, damn it! We become cautious of each other and restrict our range of attack!

But the hunters who ruled over you made a mistake.

Thud.

The five exchanges did not lead to a sixth. A hand struck the back of the spiders neck. The spider was knocked unconscious and fell into a deep sleep due to a targeted blow to her vital points.

Damn it! Is this silence meaningful?!

Thats precisely the point. They marked you all as scapegoats. Carefully nurturing the five races but making the Witch race play the hated role among all races, so that the anger and blame intended for the gods were directed at you instead.

Thats right! Staying quiet will just get us killed!

Push through with numbers!

That might have been a good strategy. However, they failed to consider the possibility that you might become strong, and then even stronger, to the point where you could annihilate the five races and even the hunters revered as gods.

Hes a monster

Bombardment! Start with a bombardment before charging in!

Optimists!

The spiderweb trembled. The spiders uttered a word, and I murmured five in the accelerated timeline. Though we were both in the same accelerated time, there was an insurmountable torrent flowing between them and me.

Wipe out that crazy guy completely!

What happened next was as follows.

The Falling Stars, literally those who fall from the sky, were exactly that. Wrapped in special magic, they plummeted from high above. Whether it was a suicidal attack or not, I couldnt tell.

Not knowing, I decided to deal with it first.

What-.

Kicking off the ground, whoosh, I immediately soared into the air. I locked eyes with the spiders just as they began their plummet. They were right in front of me, so close I could see their eyebrows quivering. I gently touched the forehead of the first falling spider, rendering her unconscious.

Infernal Heavens Demonic Art.

Third Form.

Sword of the Drowned.

All seven members of the Falling Stars were engulfed in the torrent of aura. Their momentary hesitation at their leader being struck was their fatal mistake. The Falling Stars lost consciousness and plummeted endlessly.

One must always consider the possibilities.

I landed on the ground first.

Thump!

I caught each of the Falling Stars one by one as they fell, carefully laying them on the ground. Already unconscious, they groaned as if tormented by nightmares.

The possibility that someone you thought was nothing might actually be stronger than you.

I dusted off my hands with a couple of light taps.

Isnt that right? Everyone?

You all make the same mistake. Its all about making mistakes, learning from them, and helping each other to improve where possible. Thats what life is about, I believe. Surely, we can help each other too.

Around me were hundreds of flames.

Hands shaped by aura writhed around me.

Death King.

Someone seemed to murmur.

No, more like a Great Devil.

Hmm.

I gave a sheepish smile.

Thats just propaganda and fabrication, you know?

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