"Well, well, little spider. I finally found you. Had anything to eat?"
Bai Mu arrived late, riding Zygarde.
Ignoring the wreckage all around, he planted a foot on the Man Faced Demon Spider's battered head and greeted it warmly.
"SCREEE!"
The Man Faced Demon Spider let out a roar of despair. Its equally battered body struggled to tear the human before it to pieces.
Thud!
Bai Mu stamped down, making the Man Faced Demon Spider lie still and rest once more.
"Sorry you've suffered so much. But I don't think it's quite enough yet, so hang in there a little longer. It won't hurt for much longer."
He remembered a saying: the angrier, more humiliated, and more desperate a Spirit Beast was before death, the more likely it was to drop equipment.
To improve the drop rate of the Eight Spider Lances, he decided to push this Man Faced Demon Spider's negative emotions to their limit.
He activated Jungle Healing and healed it a little.
Then he drew a dagger and explored art with the Man Faced Demon Spider, carving one eerie Spider Lily after another.
"SCREE—AH!"
With every cut, the Man Faced Demon Spider twitched in excitement, its shrieks thick with humiliation and hatred.
"Don't get too excited. We've still got time. Enjoy it slowly."
"Art can't be rushed."
Bai Mu's hands never stopped as he carefully carved an unspeakable fairy tale starring Milk Dragon and Peppa Pig.
Fifteen minutes later, the Man Faced Demon Spider's excitement had worn off. It was barely breathing, with nothing but bone-deep hatred left in its eyes.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm doing this for your own good!"
Bai Mu gently closed the Man Faced Demon Spider's last eye with his blade. Then his grip suddenly tightened.
"That should do it.