27 Chapter 27: Crossroads (1/2)

Wilhelm disregarded his much-needed sleep and continuously dug at the ground with his dagger. It didn't matter how much time passed, the ditch would only get deeper, and no other creatures dared to trespass in the spiders' domain. The massive amount of blood and innards was a grim reminder to the lurkers that something dangerous was present.

The fact that Wilhelm was severely injured didn't matter in the slightest; the other creatures were far too hesitant to approach. The giant spider had defended its position within the dungeon for a long while, and it's presence had long been respected by the other monsters. Naturally, If another creature killed it, then said creature would rightfully take the spiders place as the next guardian.

Unfortunately, however, Wilhelm was unable to appreciate his new position. The determination he had shown in the past gradually faded the more he dug, losing all form of purpose. It was similar to cleaning an absolutely filthy house, but you weren't the one who made it dirty. Not only would it be rage inducing, but also, you would constantly question the integrity of the world.

Such thoughts and sentiments were corroding Wilhelm's mind as he begrudgingly uncovered the gravel. It wasn't until the next day, twenty-four hours later, that the hole was just barely bulky enough for the spider to enter. Bags had formed under Wilhelm's eyes, and his thin lips were deathly chapped.

It was a burial fit for hundreds of standard bodies, yet Wilhelm completed it within one day. His body was exhausted, and now he was forced to drag the decaying eight-legged corpse into the grave. Unlike the ants he had tugged previously, its weight was undoubtedly much more abundant.

There wasn't even enough time to inspect his new attributes, even though he possessed no magic spells. He heaved one of the eight legs over his shoulder and stood there with an absent look. The excessive weight caused his feet to become deeply embedded into the ground, and his joints creaked painfully.

The absence of sleep weakened his already injured condition, but since the ground was wet with blood, the spider was a tad bit easier to slide across the ground. He grunted painfully as the huge corpse was pulled across the ground. Such a scene would be miraculous back on earth, but Wilhelm didn't have time to admire his superb strength; his skin on his right shoulder was slowly serrating.

Blood fell from his upper body and dripped down his back, falling to the ground. His skin was weaker than usual due to the lack of nutrition. However, he still managed to hurl the enormous spider into the considerably large hole. Furthermore, there was enough room for the other dozen or so beasts that he had killed prior.

After carrying the fatass spider, the other monsters felt like feathers. They were easily thrown into the ground, resulting in a half-way finished burial. The huge lumps of debris and sand at the side were then pushed into the grave, successfully covering up the carcasses.

It wasn't until he fell on his behind and gasped for breath that the system notifications finally rang in his ear. His eyes glittered expectantly as he paid close attention to the robotic voice, forgetting even to breathe.

[Minor Arachnid has been successfully buried, 1000 experience rewarded]

[Group of hybrid monsters has been successfully buried, 750 experience rewarded]