Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 111: Spyder

When most soldiers except for those on guard had left the scene, which was quite late into the night. Ark returned to the scene, holding a particularly large backpack.

He creeped across the field, moving over the field of blood until he got to a particularly large pile.

They were to burn the corpses of the smaller spiders, leaving only the giant ones since they were valuable, but even though the rain had lowered to a drizzle, it was still wet so they had not burned the pile of beast corpses yet.

Which was perfect for Ark.

He unzipped the backpack he had with him and began stuffing one of the large spiders into it but he failed miserably, the beast was just too large.

Thankfully, he had come with a countermeasure. He pulled out a very large nylon and wrapped it around the beast to make it less visible and then he grabbed onto its leg and began to pull.

Ark continued this way until he arrived at the apartment, no one except Damian had the right to question him so although he looked rather suspicious, he managed to drag the body back to his apartment and into his room.

"Alright!" Ark removed the coverings from the corpse and stared at the magnificent specimen.

It was just too perfect, he had no idea how it had died but whoever killed it did so perfectly.

"Maybe electric shock?"

It seems like the most plausible cause, that was until Ark saw a bullet hole that went right through its head.

"Let’s get started."

Ark made sure to lock his door this time to prevent accidents as well as wrap a cloth around his wrist.

Normally, his plan was to only focus on possessing skeletons but the opportunity was just too good to pass up on.

A spider that could walk on walls with ease as well as blend with the night... was the perfect spy!

His goal for the night was to both practice as well as investigate the shelter.

The technicians had definitely been manipulated via the ability of a curse bearer, it was not any of the military curse bearers since the military kept a file on all their abilities.

No one among them had a curse capable of doing something like that. It was an external factor, and Ark could bet his dinner that it also had something to do with the ghosts as well as the hole in the wall.

They were all connected somehow, he just did not know how.

Ark sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, once again focusing on that dark sting in his consciousness.

When he tugged at the string, he suddenly felt extremely cold, like a corpse. Once again, in front of him was his own body, rising up to its feet.

He had expected to see multiple images but all images from the spider blended into one extremely clear one with a very wide range of vision, so much so that he could almost see behind him.

Ark tried to stand up but ended up tumbling to the side.

’Oh eight legs...’

He tried once more and somehow managed to get up. Everything about this body felt weird, from the low point of view, to the body anatomy down to its vision.

When he possessed the Skeleton strangely, he felt at home, but now everything felt foreign.

Still, it seemed the contract was not entirely useless because he got a hang of it a few seconds later.

He was not perfect but at least he could properly move.

Ark stared at his body and gave it a mental command.

’Don’t cause any trouble and stay here unless someone needs help.’

His body looked to the side as though offended by his words but Ark did not care, he simply scurried to the window and jumped right out of it.

His spider body clung to the wall like glue and he effortlessly scurried up the building, making a mockery of gravity.

Now standing atop the building, Ark enjoyed the view for a moment, staring at the entered shelter around him.

"Where should I go first?" His words came out as nothing more than a hiss.

Ark’s eyes landed on the control room but he turned away from it, the real culprit would avoid the scene of the crime.

And so he looked south, at the buildings farthest from the gates.

’Let’s see what is hiding over there.’

He leaped over the building, feeling the air blow against the multiple spikes he had on his body.

Landing with a screeching sound, Ark’s eight legs went to work, propelling him forward at an amazing pace.

He clung to the darkness to avoid being seen by anyone as he barreled across the streets. Sometimes he would cling to buildings and circle around them in seconds and other times he would stay low on the ground.

The only time he slowed down was when he got to the end of the shelter, this time he began to creep around, paying attention to any single sound he heard.

When he passed one of the buildings, Ark heard some suspicious sounds and so he creeped closer to the window and peered through it.

Inside the room were about five soldiers laughing while they drank beer over a game of cards.

’Drinking on duty, how foolish.’

Ark scurried over to the next building and peered through it only to immediately look away.

’Love is in the air...’

He continued moving from room to room up until he stopped at a particular street, from where he stood he could see the shadows of two figures cast down the street, but he could not get a good view of them, not without getting caught.

Instead, Ark stuck close to the wall and listened closely to their conversation.

"I told you not to contact me." Came an annoyed feminine voice.

"Come on, don’t be like that. This is just a friendly meeting after all."

The second voice was a male voice, most likely around his age.

"There is nothing friendly about this meeting, what the hell do you want?"

The boy laughed, the wind carrying his laughter to Ark’s ears.

"Nothing much, just a message."

From the tone of her voice, Ark could tell that the woman was getting frustrated. "A message from who?"

"A message from ####"

Before Ark could hear the name there was a sound of clanging metal followed by the meow of a cat.

The cat darted forward, about to turn to where Ark was hiding when a dagger tore right through its fragile body, instantly ending its life.

Ark heard the boy’s voice moments later.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate cats? Obnoxious little fur balls."

Blood slowly began to drift down the pavement, the steel dagger glinting under the moonlight.

This bastard!’