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Chapter 549 I'm Sorry for Being Born Groudon

Animal Name: Giant Spider

Animal Introduction: The giant spider is not actually a spider, but a genetically modified giant insect, about the size of a bear. Designed for heavy work and combat, its thick chitinous exoskeleton makes it difficult to kill, while its long, serrated blades make it extremely deadly.

Daily nutritional requirement: 0.56

Meat yield: 108

Toxin sensitivity: 0%

Trainability: Intermediate

Movement speed 3.60 grids per second

Wildness: 95%

Speed ​​of immune acquisition: 100%

Minimum comfortable temperature: -40 degrees Celsius

Maximum comfortable temperature: 60 degrees Celsius

Life expectancy: 6 years

Armor - Weapon: 27.0%

Armor - Blunt Weapons: 18.0%

Melee damage per second: 2.83

Melee Armor Penetration: 18%

Melee block chance: 10%

Remote interception probability: 5%

This strangely shaped unidentified creature is the very thing we found deep inside the mine.

If the design concept of the insect nest is based on the social structure of ants, then the cave-dwelling cricket is similar to the existence of worker ants, responsible for daily cave digging and cleaning. Although its body has a deadly stinger, it has a significant weakness...

That's territoriality.

As worker ants raised in the nest, the cave-dwelling ground beetle's activity range is greatly restricted by the nest. If we don't approach the nest's warning range, causing the nest to secrete defensive pheromones, the cave-dwelling ground beetle will simply stay in place and do its work obediently, without even considering taking a break to defecate, and completely ignoring our presence.

Coincidentally, due to the narrowness of the mine shafts, these insect nests were arranged in a long, winding line, with their areas not overlapping each other. Therefore, it only took us a short time to figure out their detection range and we began clearing out the nests without any pressure.

The specific operation is the "luring monsters - pulling monsters" kiting tactic that I proposed, which involves silently dealing with them one by one.

Gotz asked me with surprise how I could use feints and dodges in the dark so skillfully, manipulating these monsters with deadly stings at will.

All I can do is smile.

As the saying goes, "Hairy is weak, big body is weak, fat is weak," this deeply ingrained princely strategy is muscle memory honed through countless humiliations, full of Miyazaki Hidetaka's scheming...

As we ventured deeper into the heart of the mine, we discovered this creature among the numerous insects—a creature with an unusual physique, seemingly a martial arts prodigy among the rare.

Based on the data, this bizarre creature, as large as a bear, is a soldier ant in the insect hive, specifically designed for combat. Its sharp, scythe-like arms, its thick chitinous exoskeleton, and its terrifyingly pointed tail all demonstrate its specialized combat capabilities.

To lure away the creature that was wandering back and forth, I decisively used the Lure Skull Cap technique, throwing out the unidentified gelatinous substance I had cut off, hoping to scare the monster away. Unexpectedly, after throwing it back and forth a few times, the Colonizer system suddenly emitted a notification sound indicating that the animal had been successfully tamed...

The surprise of getting laundry detergent after begging for food couldn't be better than this, right?

In conclusion, the threat posed by these underground insects has been completely eliminated.

In the end, in addition to cave-dwelling ground beetles and giant spiders, we also found a beetle with three pairs of compound eyes, about the size of a dog.

However, when I found them, all the giant beetles had already died near the nest, not a single one was left. Judging from their distribution, these giant beetles should have been the working class of the nest, responsible for supplying nutrients, so why did they all die without exception?

Is the inevitable end for overworked office workers to leave this world with a smile?

Have a safe journey, working class!

Beneath this mine lies a myriad of mysteries. Mysterious dead, brooding giant insects, and a murky history—I've racked my brains but can't find the truth.

According to the final statistics, there were 14 insect nests underground, which bred a total of 69 cave-dwelling worms, one giant spider, and countless dead giant beetles. Many of the insect corpses had been integrated into the gray-green colloid of the insect nests, becoming nutrients for the nests to cultivate new life.

This behavior, which seems somewhat cruel to humans, appears to be very clear in the design philosophy of the insect hive.

Initially, the insect hive required a large number of giant beetles to transport supplies and provide energy, enabling the hive to reproduce rapidly.

However, by the middle stage, the larger and more efficient cave-dwelling broad-footed beetle became the backbone, while the giant beetle was eliminated.

Within the destroyed insect hives, numerous burgeoning creatures were clearly visible, their appearance strikingly similar to giant spiders. It's evident that given more time, these hives will likely enter the giant spider era, breeding powerful combat creatures to continue their conquest.

So Gotz and I, with dark faces, destroyed the entire underground insect nest, smashed the core material inside to pieces with our tools, then piled it up and set it on fire.

As thick, acrid black smoke rose from the cave, Gotz and I emerged with the tamed giant spider, finally ending the mine infestation.

…………

Harris looked at me in shock: "Marcus, you really intend to keep this monster?!"

“I originally wanted to leave one of the insect hives as a subject of our research, but Gotz disagreed with my idea,” I said to Harris with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Gotz, however, said with a grave expression, "Marcus, it's not that I don't support your idea, but the plan is far too dangerous. We've all witnessed the horrors of the Zerg hive down there. If it were to rebuild, it would be another horrific disaster."

The most dangerous aspect of the Hive isn't just the monsters, but also its development pattern. When it initially ravaged Twin Towns, it was undoubtedly gathering energy resources to fuel its own growth. Judging from its gradual evolution, the insects driven by the Hive have progressed significantly from ordinary insects to giant insects with each step. It's hard to imagine where the limits of this evolution lie, and what terrifying creatures will emerge after the giant spiders?

Harris, still shaken, said, "This time I support Gotz! Such a terrifyingly prolific creature can be placed anywhere, but not in Mineral Town! Also, are you sure this monster behind us won't pose a threat?"

I patted the giant spider that was obediently squatting beside me, and I didn't see any threat in its three pairs of compound eyes. This genetically modified giant insect was originally instinctively to unconditionally obey the commands of the hive and protect the safety of its territory, but after the strong intervention of the colonizer system, the concept of the hive in its head had been completely replaced by me.

Putting everything else aside, just now underground, facing the swarming cave worms, the giant spider single-handedly stood in front of me and Gotz, slaughtering six cave worms in one go, leaving the ground covered in oozing blood and a foul stench.

It was this performance that convinced Gotz that I had tamed it and reluctantly agreed to let me keep it.

But Gots cannot tolerate the existence of the Hive. Otherwise, I always felt that we could rely on the characteristics of the Hive to create an invincible giant insect army using the colonist system.

Imagine if one day the scheming federal government wanted to "acquire" Mineral Town and sent a large number of troops to "persuade" them. At that moment, I could shout, "I am the swarm!" and countless ferocious giant insects would emerge from the entire island, fearlessly charging towards the oncoming armored troops, letting the invaders experience the horror of natural disaster...

"Groudan is a good kid, he'll be fine with me watching over him," I said casually.

Harris exclaimed in surprise, "Groudon? You even named it?"

Gotz covered his face and said, "That's right. After we wiped out the last monster, Marcus kept saying that it had leveled up, so he gave it a strange name."

The Pokémon in the Mineral Town region are truly unique!

Judging from the evolutionary path from giant beetle to cave cricket to giant spider, I have now reached my final evolutionary form!

I proudly said, "Just look at Groudon's physique and appearance. It's unique in the entire region, a true elite combat unit, clearly on par with Tanya and Mad Ivan!"

Even someone like the bald guy can be transformed into a powerhouse like "Yuri X" in my hands, truly making the most of his powerful hairstyle. Therefore, the giant spider in my hands will definitely be a legendary Pokémon with a base stat total of 770!

As for why it's not called any other legendary Pokémon but Grodora... well, it's because it can't fly!

Groudon is the only legendary Pokémon that can't fly. While other legendary Pokémon are flying around in the sky, even Kyogre, which originally couldn't fly, can now fly after reverting to its original form. But Groudon, after reverting to its original form, has only become heavier! Can you believe it?!

So every time the mythical beasts clash, this guy is always the only one standing alone in the sea, exchanging blows with them...

Isn't this sense of loneliness just like that of a lonely giant spider in an insect nest?

"Where are you going to put it?"

Harris still frowned, seemingly not having completely let his guard down.

But Gotz was in a much better mood, his cheerful smile returning: "Don't worry, Marcus's act of saving Mineral Town has already proven his ability, and this time he's done something we couldn't, hasn't he?"

...Götz's mindset changed so quickly?

I looked at Gotz with a full beard in surprise, and secretly marveled at how well the Gene Lock Level 3 lived up to its name. Maybe I should try to train myself.

But when I saw the look on Gotz's face—the relief of years of constipation—and his tattered clothes ripped from the blood release, it suddenly dawned on me…

Well, this guy just had a good fight and felt relieved, so he didn't want to think about it anymore!

No wonder that cheerful smile looked so familiar—it's the smile of a sage!

But the old bachelor Harris paused for a moment, then chuckled and touched his nose. "Alright, you're right. Marcus, instead of spending so much time explaining to us, you might as well do what you want and just leave us with your back turned."

The sun had already risen into the sky, and a thin mist rose from the lush forest, enveloping the ancient Maders Mountains in a pale white landscape. The warm sunlight shone on our faces, bringing a sense of warmth and happiness from the bottom of our hearts.

The two simpletons, Harris and Gots, walked side by side out of the mine and slowly made their way away along the mountain path.

"Oh no, I forgot to ask Harris first, who exactly is this Donald Morden..."

Once they disappeared from my sight, I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to do something important. Sure enough, the aura of idiocy is contagious; even someone as meticulous as me made a mistake. It seems I should stay away from those two old bachelors in the future.

"Gudora, let's go!"

With a wave of my hand, the enormous spider obediently followed behind me, moving to the side as I went.

This guy definitely can't be left on the ranch right now. After thinking it over, I can only put him in the Mads Mountains. And the safest place should still be my secret base.

When it gets dark, I'll take it to the ranch's warehouse to stay, just like I'm raising a German Shepherd. I'll have it guard the house during the day and keep watch at night. Wouldn't that be like having an extra free worker?

I'm a genius!

…………

When I arrived at the tavern, the television was broadcasting a program from the Federal Overseas Television Station, and the noise of a noisy crowd could be heard. I turned my head and saw that they were broadcasting a grand town celebration.

I pushed open the door and asked, "Boss, what kind of event is going on over there? It looks so lively."

Mr. Dart was not surprised by my sudden appearance. His style of dealing with people was always to keep his distance, so he went along with what I said and replied, "That's a summer seaside festival. Many wealthy towns hold such events, which fill the town with laughter and joy."

I asked curiously, "Does Mineral Town hold events like this? I don't think I've ever participated in one before. Wait a minute, are you guys trying to pull some kind of 'village-wide event' on me?"

"We just had a famine and an insect plague. Everyone's too busy taking care of themselves to have time to target you," said Boss Dart irritably.

After finishing his sentence, Boss Dart said with a touch of nostalgia, "It's been a long time since a town event like this has been held. I organized one when I first came here, and there are still many young people in town... Mookie's daughter and her family live in town, Dick's daughter hasn't left either, and Rod and Lilia are living happily..."

Those were truly happy days, especially compared to the current situation where every household is short-handed...

"Boss, is there a room upstairs available? Can I go up and take a shower and get some sleep? I'm exhausted today."

Even seeing my disheveled appearance, Boss Dart didn't even look up, calmly asking, "Marcus, don't always think you can solve everything. Maybe you can solve it this time, but what about next time? Faced with endless problems, people are always vulnerable, so don't deliberately let that vulnerability become a solitary experience."

My eyelids twitched. From what Mr. Dart was saying, it seemed that he had found out the inside story again.

"Boss... you know?" I asked tentatively.

Mr. Dart said without any attempt to hide his feelings, "They're all people who love to act recklessly, yet they trust no one but themselves..."