Chapter 6 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Roland had always been a fan of horror and mystery movies. He had also fantasized a lot what he would do when he encountered monsters or ghosts.

In his fantasy, he was brave and determined. Even though he was badly wounded, he could still struggle to escape.

However, when he was faced with a real monster, Roland realized that fantasy was just an ungrounded daydream that could easily be wrecked by the hammer called reality.

Besides, what he was faced with was not exactly the hammer of reality. It was just a game.

The spider did not see Roland. If Roland were to flee, he should be able to escape, but when he saw the three kids who were crying and trembling in fright, he found it impossible to turn tail and run.

One can find ten thousand excuses to be weak, but one only requires a single reason to be brave.

Roland squatted and found a rock and a broken branch. He twisted the front end of the branch to make it pointy.

“I’m a player. This is a game. I don’t need to be afraid.”

Roland murmured to himself. At this moment, the spider crashed into the tree again. Even though he was a dozen meters away, he saw the cracking bark of the tree and felt the earth tremble.

The three kids on the tree were nearly thrown off, which made them even more scared. They screamed and shouted, tears and snot all over their faces. They couldn’t have looked more wretched.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

Roland grabbed the rock and hurled it out. He roared, “Monster, check this out!”

While Roland did not have great aim, the spider was too large for him to miss. The rock hit its body, causing a strange metallic noise, before it was deflected elsewhere.

Sensing the attack from behind, the giant spider moved with its eight legs and turned around quickly.

Roland gasped at the abominable appearance of the spider. It had more than a hundred red complex eyes on its head. Patients with trypophobia would’ve lost the courage to fight it.

Even more horrifyingly, it had a pair of black sickles that extended from the two sides of its mouth. They were long and spiky, with thorns at the ends. It was not hard to imagine what terrible wounds the sickles could cause.

It was a cla.s.sic predator.

Roland was of a mind to use magic. He remembered that, apart from Language Proficiency, he had two level-one spells, namely “Inferior Fireball” and “Hand of Magic,” which he learned when he created the character.

However, since his head might explode if he failed to cast the spell, Roland gave up the idea. If the would-be hero died first, there would be no hope for the three kids.