Chapter 330: The World at the End (11)
The Tower of the End, the topmost floor.
A giant spider with black carapace was endlessly spewing out pipes.
‘Building the tower.’
‘Continuously, eternally.’
‘Until the tower fulfills its purpose.’
The spider, having long surpassed its designed operational lifespan, was falling apart.
Its eyes, shattered long ago, no longer reflected reality but showed a very distant past.
They were all nostalgic dreams related to the spider’s master.
[Well done. You’ve made a lot today too.]
[This is bad. We’re out of materials. We need to find more somehow.]
[How about today? Bearing the ‘eye’ must be difficult, but please endure a little longer. I’ll find a solution soon.]
[I’ve found a way. It’s from the records of ancient alchemists who worked with jade.]
[I’m sorry.]
[I’m truly sorry.]
But the dreams were fragmented, no longer able to be properly remembered.
Creak. Screech.
The spider, which had been endlessly producing pipes, suddenly stopped with a sound like grinding metal.
The halo resting atop the spider’s head flickered like a broken fluorescent light.
And it began to lose its light, growing darker.
‘Plunderer….’
Like Icarus flying towards the sun, the spider that had been endlessly building a tower towards the sky turned its gaze downward.
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