Priam walked through the forest as quietly as possible, thinking how beautiful this world was. For the first ti since he arrived, he was really looking around, identifying trees, plants, insects, and birds. The colors around him were vibrant. Almost alive. It was partly due to his superhuman perception but primarily to the aether. Everything, from the living to the inert, from matter to energy, was impregnated with aether, giving them a touch of... Magic.
The young man felt that his body was also adapting. He was increasingly "touched" by the aether and gradually felt accepted by this world. Sothing in the atmosphere he breathed or in the light that bathed him seed to envelop him tenderly and reassure him. It was an unforgiving world, yes, but a beautiful one.
As Priam smiled while moving forward carefully, he felt sothing. Like a new sense that was trying to tell him sothing. A whisper. An instinct. Nearby, perhaps a little to his left, was a higher concentration of aether.
Priam began to move towards the source he sensed. As he went along, his vague feeling beca clearer. After a hundred ters, there was no doubt: sothing was here. He advanced another hundred ters before stopping, hidden awkwardly behind a tree.
He held a sharpened stick in his right hand, the remnant of a dead tree, which he had painstakingly made sharp by rubbing it against a rock. The makeshift weapon wouldn't kill a bear, but it was better than fighting with his hands. Currently, he was using it to push aside the vegetation and observe what must have intrigued his instincts.
There, only a few ters away, was an abandoned tower. The dilapidated-looking stone building appeared to have been a military installation. Narrow openings, reminiscent of the loopholes in castles, were present in the walls. The ruins of a massive wooden doorway could be seen at ground level. The height of the door must have been no more than one and a half ters. The builders were small. Or maybe they didn't walk upright...
The stone, gray with black flecks, looked like nothing he had ever seen before. The roughness of the material told Priam that it was not tal. Besides, does this new world have the sa tals as on Earth? The sa periodic table? I'll think about that later... Priam had always been curious, but he knew his curiosity sotis played tricks on him. It reminds of when I put laxatives in my cousin's food. I was five, she was eight, and she kept telling that girls don't poop. She was lying... Sorry Jade, I never got to look you in the face again.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Priam refocused on the tower. I shouldn't forget that I'm in mortal danger anyway. Maybe that's more important than stirring up old, horrible mories!
Although the original occupants seed to have disappeared, the ruined tower was still inhabited. Scarlet webs covered part of the outer walls, blocking holes and windows. On closer inspection, silk threads were strung between the trees closest to the tower and would undoubtedly raise the alarm at the slightest touch. Priam hadn't gotten close enough to disturb them, but he was now in a cold sweat. The spiders - or their monstrous cousins - must not have settled here for long, or the alarm system would have been perfected by now.
Okay, let's back up calmly and without haste. The little spiders of Europe don't scare , but their exotic cousins are repulsive. I have a feeling that giant spider monsters will not be my cup of tea... And that they will want for a snack...
New Quest: Hunter
Being a prey is a tiring condition. But even prey can sotis beco the hunters. Exterminate the 34 Trichonephila Aether clavipes.
Reward: A scarlet silk ball. Potential 50.
Difficulty: dium
Maximum ti: 7 Days
Is this a joke?
Priam paused. The System was not wrong. Being prey was not a condition he enjoyed. But he was not yet a hunter, and he knew it. He thought about the problem.
The tower is full of spiders, and they have recently settled in. There are thirty-four of them at the mont, and each one could kill quickly. Then eat ... But if I decide to do this quest, I have several advantages. First of all, the preparation ti: I can beco stronger, develop new skills, think of a plan of action, etc.
Priam looked coldly at the situation, assessing his possibilities.
The spiders are inside a building, which seems to be filled with web. If the web is flammable, it can be elentary to win. But I would rather not have to burn the web. If the reward is a silk reel, that silk must be valuable and useful. I an, they don't know I exist. I should be able to lure them individually with their own alarm.
One of the silk-sealed openings began to shake and then to stir. Holding his breath, Priam pressed closer to the tree to observe. A spider slid out of the silk trap. It was about forty centiters high, which was quite frightening to see. To think I always laughed at Ron Weasley. He was courageous to take on giant spiders for his mate. He deserves to marry Hermione!
[Identification]
[Trichonephila Aether clavipes]- A spider easily recognized by its golden color and the feathery enlargents on the segnts of each of its legs. Low in venom, it is not very aggressive. Its silk is exceptionally durable and resistant to physical forces.
Taking a slow breath and ntally noting the ruin's location, Priam turned and continued on his way. He had made his decision.
"A week of preparation? If the quest exists, it is possible. I can do it. But not now. Other points of interest must exist..."
Weaving along the tower as if to insulate the interior from the weather, the spider did not detect the visitor. Unfortunately, it was not smart enough to access the System quests. So it would not receive a defensive quest. This one might have warned it of the coming tragedy. Stretching its legs, the mindless beast continued its monotonous work.
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