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Original Translation: Blastron
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After my successful defeat of the first squadron, the wasps started attacking continuously. I wiped out the second squad they sent at me without any trouble, but after that, things started getting a little hairy. They started sending multiple squads at once. Nai wa! I mean, this is the right thing for the wasps to be doing, but, please look at it from my perspective! I don’t want this many wasps to come! I’m still totally safe in my nest, but there’s this constant feeling of pressure, you know! What am I supposed to do about all of these wasps constantly buzzing around me, day and night?
I sigh a little and look around me. Everywhere I look is wasps, wasps, wasps. Seriously, guys, what’s up with you? With this many of you this close, your buzzing is no joke! You’re seriously annoying! You’re so loud I can’t sleep!
On top of that, if I do manage to shoot all of you down, I can’t eat that much! Sure, my [Overeating] skill might let me eat more than I could before, but even that is nearing its limit! I was complaining that one of these things was too huge, and then I got five more. Eating all that brought [Overeating] all the way up to level three, didn’t it?
The worst part of this is that, while I’m being harassed by these wasps, work on my nest has stopped completely! My absolute top priority is escaping. Not dealing with wasps. But now, thanks to this unrelenting onslaught, my construction work can’t continue. I’d really prefer if they stopped attacking and left me alone… I already have more than enough food. Well, it’s not like they could understand that, anyway.
I really have no choice but to thread a little more work in between each attack. With the wasps being as vigilant as they are, leaving my nest is straight-up suicidal. The “charge straight to the top” plan I was thinking about before is definitely impossible. My speed may be 369, but I won’t get anywhere close to that amount when I’m charging straight up a wall. If I run into any wasps on my way up, it’s plain to see that I’ll be stabbed straight to death.
Ahhhhh, son of a bitch! I really don’t want to get slowed down like this! What happens if that Earth Dragon suddenly shows up? …If that Earth Dragon… suddenly…
A tremendous chill runs down my spine.
Wh… what? Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no!!!! This isn’t happening. This is not happening!! Ahhh, but it really is!!!
{Earth Dragon Araba – LV 31 – failed to appraise status}
The last guy I ever wanted to see has arrived. What’s worse, it looks like he is quite interested in my nest.
Wh… what do I do?! Wait, no, what can I do? Nothing. I can’t do anything. Not against an opponent like that. I have, basically, one option: pray with all of my heart that he is going to pass me by.
My prayers, however, are ripped to shreds.
The Earth Dragon opens its mouth. A dragon’s greatest weapon is, without a doubt, its breath weapon.
A thunderous roar splits the air. A blast of pressure rips forth. A terrible vortex of destruction swallows everything in front of it.
What happened next, I’m not so sure about. It’s pretty easy to put the pieces together, though. The big, sturdy rock I had used as the foundation for my nest simply vanishes, along with a huge chunk of the wall behind it. An enormous crack runs up the wall above the blast site. Chunks of the wall start to rapidly break off; a literal cave-in. In a single blow, the bottom half of my nest was destroyed. The remaining top half was soon swallowed within the collapsing wall.
I was in the top half, spared from the direct effects of that breath weapon. I fell, surrounded by my broken webs, unable to do anything. I helplessly fall to the ground below. Oof. My health meter empties in an instant, but I’m still alive somehow. I’m alive, but I don’t know for how long. Everything is up to the dragon, now.
I’m covered in layers of my own webbing. I’ll get stuck in it if I touch the sticky parts, even though it’s my own thread. That’s really not a problem, though, not now. This might actually be lucky. If I’m covered in a pile of thread, the dragon might not be able to see me amongst the wreckage. He might even think I’m a rock, if I had to take a guess! If I just lie perfectly still, maybe he’ll miss me entirely?
Seizing this faint hope, I hold my breath, and clamp down on the fear that trembles through my body.
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Acquired skill [Fear Resistance – LV 1]>
My trembling lessens by just a fraction, but I’m still scared. I am still quivering in abject terror! I’m scared i’m scared i’m scared i’m scared i’m scared i’m scared i’m scaaaared!!
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Stealth – LV2] has become [Stealth – LV3]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Fear Resistance – LV1] has become [Fear Resistance – LV2]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Stealth – LV3] has become [Stealth – LV4]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Fear Resistance – LV2] has become [Fear Resistance – LV3]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [HP Auto-recovery – LV1] has become [HP Auto-recovery – LV2]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Fear Resistance – LV3] has become [Fear Resistance – LV4]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Stealth – LV4] has become [Stealth – LV5]>
<Proficiency has reached the required level. Skill [Fear Resistance – LV4] has become [Fear Resistance – LV5]>
The, ahah, “Voice of Heaven” pulls me back together. Or, maybe, it’s the five levels of Fear Resistance that I earned while lying here trembling. I have no idea how long I’ve been hiding here. From the number of skill levels I got, it feels like forever. I check my stamina meter to see if I can tell how long it’s been by how much it’s gone down, but for whatever reason it’s still at max.
I use [Thread Control] to rip off the threads stuck to my body. From my earlier experimentation, I learned that I can use [Thread Control] to change the properties of my thread somewhat, even after I’ve detached it from myself. Now, I decrease the adhesiveness and peel it back, slowly crawling out from under the pile of webbing. The Earth Dragon is gone.
Oh man, I’m lucky.
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