"Wait, could it be because of...!"
A realization flashed through Greg's mind, and he whipped his gaze toward the Spineback Lizard's slowly cooling corpse nearby.
"Shit! I knew it! Just because my luck isn't below zero doesn't mean I'll actually get lucky!"
He understood the cause in an instant.
It had to be the malfunctioning Screech Magic Device prototype inside the lizard's belly, constantly emitting noise at that particular frequency.
Not only could that noise repel low-level monsters, but to a regional lord with keen senses and a fiercely territorial nature, it was also a constant, unbearable provocation and source of noise pollution!
That damned thing had dragged the Eight-Legged Lady out of the nest she should have stayed in!
Without hesitation, Greg raised his hand and fired several Fireball Spells, setting the lizard's corpse and any remnants of the Magic Device inside its belly ablaze and burning them to charcoal.
Yet the heavy footsteps and thunderous sounds of rock being crushed and collapsing, coming ever closer and growing ever louder from deep within the cavern, showed no sign of stopping.
Greg's expression turned utterly grave.
His original plan had indeed been to kill the Eight-Legged Lady.
But that had been based on the boss remaining inside her boss room-a nest filled with tough spider silk and unusual terrain.
The strategies he remembered included using the nest's flammable spider silk to launch a fire attack, exploiting specific terrain to avoid lethal skills, and even making use of mechanisms in the boss room...
All of them depended on that particular battlefield.
Now that the Eight-Legged Lady had left her nest and entered this relatively open stretch of the ordinary lower levels, with its complex terrain, nearly all those clever strategies that relied on the boss room were useless.
Although he still