Looking into the bloodshot, crazed eyes of the Human-Headed Spider, Kurozawa felt indescribably conflicted.
Two months ago, they had been swordsmen from the same class. Now, he had been reduced to this state.
Thinking of the many swordsmen who had vanished on Mount Natagumo, then seeing this Human-Headed Spider's bizarre form, Kurozawa was almost certain that he was one of the missing swordsmen.
"A demon that can turn people into something like this must have a particularly vile nature."
Pitch-Black Aura surged and blazed, engulfing the Human-Headed Spider whole. Within a few breaths, it had turned to ash and scattered away.
This Human-Headed Spider gave Kurozawa one Potential Point, but strangely, no Power of Despair.
Without dwelling on it, Kurozawa decisively dealt with the Human-Headed Spider, surveyed the quiet surroundings, then stood still for a moment before taking out his flint. He snapped off a reasonably sturdy branch and lit it.
This time, he did not race through the forest at breakneck speed. Instead, holding the burning branch like a torch, he began wandering through the dark woods like a lost man.
Kurozawa felt that Mount Natagumo was not small. Finding the real target quickly through his own search alone would be difficult, so he lit a fire. The bright flames illuminating the dark forest could drive away wild beasts, but they could also draw predators fiercer and stronger than beasts.
The finest hunters often appeared as prey. Kurozawa was now luring the snake from its hole, waiting for prey that thought itself the hunter to deliver itself to his door.
The vegetation on Mount Natagumo was extremely dense, so the moonlight that filtered down was exceedingly dim. Once the torch was lit, it was like a tiny sun rising in the darkness—impossible not to notice.
As he walked and