Chapter 47: A New Bond

The tunnel was a blur. Adam pushed his Abyssal Glide to its absolute limit, his form a streak of darkness through the oppressive gloom. Behind him, the cacophony was deafening, the skittering of a thousand legs, the grinding of chitin on stone, and the occasional earth-shaking impact as the Creeper Queen bulldozed through any obstruction.His Hunter’s Tri-Sense was a screaming alarm in his mind, the Queen’s predatory focus a psychic brand seared onto his soul. He didn’t need to look back to know it was gaining. Its sheer mass and tunnel-adapted body moved with a terrifying efficiency his flight could barely match in the confined space.

"Hah, you now changed your name to creepers like it reminds me of something," Adam said that while thinking of a way to escape from this situation.

A desperate, half-formed plan had been his only option. But now, as the reality of the situation crushed down on him, he saw its fatal flaw.

’I can’t outrun it. Not forever.’ He glanced at his status, the numbers a cruel mockery. Level 38. Powerful, yes. A dungeon lord in his own right. But against this? This was a force of nature, an ancient horror of the deep earth. A direct fight was suicide. He had no terrain to exploit, no allies to flank with, no time to set a trap.

Despair, cold and cloying, began to seep into the edges of his consciousness, threatening to trigger his Iron Will. He was leading his own funeral procession.

’There’s no way... no way I can win this alone...’

And then, it hit him. A memory, sharp and clear amidst the panic. The journal entry from the adventurer he’d consumed long ago. The description of a "Void Horror" that had given birth to Alice’s kind. And the other great terror of the deep...

"...its webs could hold a dragon, and its hatred for rival powers was legendary..."

The Arachnowyrm.


The spider-god that had severed his tail, the final boss he was meant to challenge one day. It was a being of immense pride and territorial fury. It would not tolerate an incursion into its domain. Especially not by another Dungeon Lord.

A new, audacious plan snapped into place, fully formed. It was insane. It was suicidal. It was the only chance he had.

’I don’t have to beat the Queen... I just have to make it someone else’s problem.’

He changed his vector. No longer running blindly, he was now navigating. His Hunter’s Tri-Sense expanded, no longer just tracking the monster behind him, but seeking a specific, familiar psychic signature he had hoped never to feel again a cold, calculating, and infinitely patient malice that stank of old webs and poison. He pushed downwards, seeking the familiar, dreaded pathways that led to the Arachnowyrm’s lair.

The Creeper Queen, sensing its prey change course, let out a chittering roar that shook the tunnel and redoubled its pursuit. A blast of corrosive acid shot past Adam, eating a hole in the wall. He twisted, the acid grazing his tail, and his Volcanic Hide sizzled in protest.

’Almost there... I have to get its attention...’

He burst out of the tunnel network and into a vast, familiar cavern. The air was thick with the smell of dust and decay. And everywhere, glistening in the faint light, were the silken strands of the Arachnowyrm’s domain.

This was it.

Adam landed in the center of the cavern, turning to face the tunnel entrance. He planted his feet, coiled his body, and unleashed a defiant roar that challenged the very foundations of the dungeon. He poured all his rage, his fear, and his will to survive into that sound. It was a direct provocation.

The Creeper Queen exploded from the tunnel entrance, its true form revealed. It was a centipede of mythic proportions, its segmented body a fortress of gleaming, acid-etched chitin, its head a nightmare of rotating mandibles and faceted eyes. It saw him, its marked prey, standing defiantly in the open.

It charged.

But Adam wasn’t looking at the Queen anymore. His eyes were locked on the shadows high above, where a shape was beginning to move. A shape of impossible, spindly legs and a bloated, hated abdomen.

The Arachnowyrm had noticed the uninvited guests in its throne room.

As the Creeper Queen closed the final distance, a spear of hardened web, faster than sound, shot down from the ceiling. It wasn’t aimed at Adam. It slammed into the Creeper Queen’s flank, punching through its chitin and anchoring it to the floor.

The Queen shrieked in surprised agony, its charge halted instantly. It twisted its massive body, its mandibles clacking in fury at this new attacker.

High above, multiple clusters of eyes glowed with cold, ancient wrath. The Arachnowyrm descended, its presence an avalanche of predatory intent.

Adam didn’t wait. The moment the two titans locked onto each other, he used Phantom Onslaught, vanishing from the epicenter of the coming storm and reappearing at the cavern’s edge, slinking into a narrow fissure in the wall.

He was safe. For now.

He watched, hidden, as the two Dungeon Lords sized each other up. The Creeper Queen, a force of primal consumption, versus the Arachnowyrm, a master of patient, entrapping death.

His plan had worked. He had brought the war to the spider’s door, and it had answered.

Now, he just had to survive the aftermath.

"That Cendepide seems to have finished evolving.... that’s why she was asleep when I sensed her, I hope they both fight to the death"

Thank whatever gods exist for a perfect memory. Remembering the Arachnowyrm’s distinct, cloying scent and the precise layout of its territory had just saved his life.

The cavern had descended into pure chaos. The Creeper Queen, though pinned by the initial web-spear, was far from defeated. It thrashed violently, its acid spittle melting through the stone floor.

But from every shadow, smaller, dog-sized spiders swarmed, leaping onto the Queen’s segmented body, sinking their fangs into the joints of its chitinous armor. The Queen roared, a sound of grinding rock and fury, and from the ground beneath it, its own children—the smaller Cavern Creepers—erupted to engage the spider swarm. It was a full-scale war between two ecosystems.

Adam used Deep Camouflage, his obsidian scales melting into the dark rock. He needed to find a way out, now. But just as he began to move, a spike of alarm from his Hunter’s Tri-Sense made him freeze. A group of the smaller spiders had broken off from the main fight and were scuttling directly towards his hiding place. Their multi-faceted eyes were locked on him.

’How? My camouflage is perfect!’

There was no time to ponder. He had to move. He burst from the fissure, using Abyssal Glide to zip along the cavern wall as a hail of web projectiles and acid globs flew around him. The entire chamber shook as the two titans clashed; the Arachnowyrm slammed its legs down like spears, while the Creeper Queen tried to coil around its body, its mandibles seeking a hold.

It was an impossible battlefield. There was no clear exit. Every potential tunnel was either blocked by webbing or swarming with combatants. His only choice was to go deeper into the Arachnowyrm’s lair, a thought that filled him with dread.

Spotting a large archway woven thick with silk, he dove for it, a Cyclone Cutter shredding the webs barring his path. His Web Immunity allowed him to pass through the sticky aftermath without issue. He found himself in a network of tunnels, all lined with the same thick, glistening silk. This was the heart of the nest.

The sounds of the battle grew slightly muffled behind him, but the air was thick with the smell of old kills and venom. He moved quickly, his senses on high alert. The tunnels opened into a wider chamber, and what he saw there made him pause.

This was a larder.

Dozens of web-wrapped cocoons, large and small, hung from the walls and ceiling. Some were fresh, still dripping faintly. Others were desiccated husks.

The Arachnowyrm had been busy.

And then he saw it. One cocoon, off to the side, was different. The silk wasn’t the usual greyish-white, but a pure, almost luminous white. And the creature trapped within wasn’t completely wrapped. It was a spider, but unlike any he had seen in this lair. Its body was a pristine, pearlescent white, its legs slender and graceful rather than brutish and barbed. It hung limply in its bonds, too weak to struggle.

But its eyes were open. Multiple, crystalline blue orbs focused on him. And as he met its gaze, a faint, broken sound echoed in his mind, a telepathic whisper so weak it was almost carried away by the din of the distant battle.

’...help... please...’

The intelligent, desperate plea cut through Adam’s caution. This was no mindless monster. He slithered closer, his voice a low whisper. "Was that you? Did you speak to me?"

’Yes... yes, it was me,’ the white spider’s telepathic voice was a fragile thread in his mind. ’Please... I am to be sacrificed at the next feeding. Help me.’

Adam let out a mental scoff that wasn’t entirely unkind. "Lately, it seems every monster I meet wants to talk. Do you also wish to form a bond? Is that the price for your freedom?"

’Yes! A bond, a pact, anything!’ the spider pleaded, its crystalline blue eyes wide with fear. ’Just do not consume me. I do not wish to be eaten.’

Adam’s mind raced. An albino, mutated spider. Intelligent. It had lived its entire life in this nest. It would know the Arachnowyrm’s patterns, its weaknesses, the layout of its domain. ’Nice’

An opportunity to gain the ultimate insider against his most hated foe.

"Very well. I’ll free you," Adam said. He turned and used his powerful fangs, carefully slicing and tearing at the unique white silk, his Strength making quick work of the bonds.

But a sudden, earth-shaking THUD echoed from the entrance chamber, followed by a wave of pure, venomous rage. The Arachnowyrm was back. And it was coming this way.

Adam froze. ’Why is it back? Did it already kill the Queen? That was too fast!’

The white spider let out a psychic shriek of pure terror. ’SHE’S HERE! SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS YOU’RE HERE!’

"There’s no time!" Adam hissed. He abandoned all care, using his bulk to forcefully rip the remaining strands. The white spider, newly freed, tumbled to the ground, its legs shaky and unsteady.

The thunderous footsteps of the Arachnowyrm were now unmistakable, growing closer.

"Get on!" Adam commanded, lowering his body. The spider hesitated for only a second before scrambling onto his broad, obsidian back, its delicate white legs clinging tightly to his rough scales.

"Hold on!" Adam roared.

He didn’t flee away from the approaching horror. Instead, he surged forward, charging deeper into the nest, directly toward the source of the enraged vibrations.

’Why are we going towards the Big Mother?!’ the spider screamed in his mind, its terror palpable. ’This is the way to her inner sanctum! We will be trapped!’

"Just trust me!" Adam bellowed back, weaving through the silk-shrouded passages at breakneck speed, the wrath of a god close on his tail. His plan was insane, but it was the only one he had.