WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 60: A Slime
Ben’s eyes darted across the battlefield—it was already over. The skeleton stood no change agains them. ’So weak, does the ravager not that strong when the owne is alive?’ But than ben rembemr the conenctio nbetwen the ruin and the place owner,’ prbobaly teh trap jsut run out of mana, than it all maek sesne.’
The Krell had picked apart the skeletons like scavengers tearing through a corpse. Even the armored ones, the ones that had seemed tough at first, were nothing more than piles of shattered bones now. But this is strenght of f the trap one year after with no maintance. Ben face darkened as he start considering how strong they’re on their prim.
One last skeleton rushed at him, its spear thrusting forward—Ben didn’t even loop up. He caught the shaft mid-air, yanked the skeleton toward him, and drove his hammer into its chest with enough force to send cracks racing through the stone floor.
BOOM!
The skeleton burst apart in an instant. Then—silence. The last embers in the skeletons’ sockets flickered out. The battlefield was littered with broken bones and crumbling weapons. Ben exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Hmph. Tired of living?" He scoffed, turning away. "Let’s go." He had no reason to linger. This place had already given him what he needed.
But he wasn’t leaving empty-handed. His eyes flicked back to the shattered remains of the trap. Whatever magic fueled this thing, it had been strong enough to summon an entire undead battalion. He bent down, scooping up the remnants of the broken artifact, stuffing them into his pocket. ’Elvira’s gonna love this. If she could reverse-engineer this spell and create something similar…’ His lips curled into a grin.
Just imagine it—an empty fortress, seemingly abandoned. Invaders step inside, thinking they’ve found easy prey… and then— BOOM.
A hundred of these mines detonate at once. The ground cracks. The air turns heavy. A legion of undead rises from the earth, surrounding them from all sides. Ben chuckled to himself. ’They’d shit themselves.’ With that satisfying thought, he turned his back to the ruins, stepping over the remains without so much as a glance. He didn’t need to look back. The dead had already served their purpose.
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The journey forward was uneventful… but boring. A few beasts crossed their path, but the moment they laid eyes on Ben, they either bolted or dropped dead in an instant—picked off effortlessly by Krell Scout arrows.
Ben had underestimated the distance. From above, it hadn’t looked far. But now that he was walking the path himself, he realized just how much ground there was to cover. It took nearly an hour before he finally arrived. The moment he stepped into the area, something felt off. His brows furrowed. ’Isn’t a place near fresh water supposed to have more life?’ But this place was empty.
Ben had never gone hunting in his past life, but he remembered watching documentaries. They always said that water sources drew animals in. Even in dangerous zones, prey and predator alike still gathered to drink. Yet here? Nothing.
The thought crossed his mind—’maybe the plant itself is a trap?’ But that didn’t make sense. If it was, there should still be remains. Skeletons. Signs of past victims. Something. Instead, the area felt… untouched. His pace slowed as the plants finally came into full view. And now, he could see what lay beneath the towering mushroom trees.
It wasn’t just one. There were many. Dozens—hundreds—of the insect-like plants, clustered together like a pulsating field of alien growths. Their bulbous sacs swayed, brimming with liquid, their faint glow casting a sickly light over the ground. Tendrils twitched, curling and uncurling, as if sensing movement.
The scene looked straight out of a sci-fi alien movie. Ben wanted to check out the plant up close, but the tight formation of those bulbous sacs made him hesitate. The tendrils… something about them felt off. He had a gut feeling—if they could move, they could grab. And if they could grab, there was a good chance they’d try to drag him into that liquid. ’I might be able to dodge one… but if all of them attack at once?’
A disturbing anime scene flashed in his mind—one best left undescribed. "Yeah. No way in hell I’m ending up like one of those waifus." Shaking off the thought, he turned to his Krell Scouts. "Fire a shot. Ground only. No plants."
Swoosh!
An arrow pierced through the air, hitting the empty ground. The plants didn’t react.
Good. No automatic aggression.
"Next—aim for the liquid inside one of those sacs," he ordered.
Another arrow flew.
Thud.
The moment the arrow struck the liquid, something unnatural happened. It didn’t splash. Didn’t sink. Didn’t even ripple. Instead, it lost all momentum instantly, as if every bit of force behind the shot had been completely erased. The arrow just… settled into the liquid, perfectly still—like someone had gently placed it there by hand.
Ben’s eyes narrowed. ’What the hell is this…?’He needed more information. "Switch to sword and shield," he ordered the nearest Krell Scout, his fingers swiftly moving through the system interface to materialize the gear. "Move forward." The Krell obeyed, stepping toward the strange plant.
At first, nothing happened. The plants remained still. The tendrils didn’t react. Ben watched closely, suspicion creeping up his spine. It felt too easy. "Put your arm inside the liquid," he ordered.
The Krell didn’t hesitate, extending its clawed hand and submerging it into the strange fluid. Still—nothing. Ben frowned. One last test. "Try to scoop some out. See if it’s drinkable."
The Krell cupped its claws, lifting its hand to gather the liquid. The instant it tried WHOOSH!
The liquid exploded outward, moving like a living thing. Before the Krell could react, it was engulfed. Then—a reaction. A violent one. A hiss filled the air, the acrid sound of something dissolving. The Krell let out a bulbing screech as its enhanced carapace began to disintegrate, melting away like wax under an open flame.
Ben’s eyes narrowed. ’A slime?’
