Chapter 11: I Give Up On Communication
===A Certain Undead With Communication Disorder===
After being swallowed by the Giant Tarrasque, my body rolled around in the darkness, surrounded by the fishy smell of rotting meat.
The reason I could get a grasp of my surroundings, even in the pitch black,probably had something to do with being an undead.
That was why I could see the thick and sharp fangs that came down from above to stab me.
GAKINN!
Although it was unavoidable and exerted terrifying pressure on me, who was sandwiched in between, it wasn't enough to crush my body.
But still, it was strong enough to make my bones creak and even created a hairline crack in one.
Some of my muscle fibers in the soft parts of my body were crushed too.
But that was all it could do.