It had been two days since I had encountered those spiders.

However, I still hadn't found a way to leave this underground world.

I was still wandering around in this underground maze.

It had already been four or five days since I had entered this damned place...

I wiped my dry lips and wiped the sweat off my body.

I thought to myself, 'If it weren't for the fact that our team is special, one of us is a zombie while the other two are undead, someone would have probably starved to death.'

"I can't do it, I'm not walking anymore..."

I collapsed onto the ground. The long journey had exhausted me.

The long period of not seeing any hope left me exhausted.

"I can't walk aimlessly like this. I'm like a headless fly, I'll die in this underground world sooner or later."

My mouth was mumbling.

I knew I shouldn't walk aimlessly like this.

But...

Where should I go?

This underground world was complicated, and the terrain was exactly the same. There was no possibility of memorizing the route.

Other than bumping around and trying to find an opportunity like now.

What else could I do?

"Roar --"

"Roar --"

Just as I was vexed that I had no direction, a low and fierce voice woke me up.

This was...

This was... that voice? !

It was the voice I had heard on the ground.

A few days ago, when I had just entered the underground world, I had heard this voice.

I carefully listened to the direction of the voice.

The owner of this voice is a dangerous big guy.

I want to hear the specific direction of this big guy so that I can adjust my direction.

Wait...

I remember, when I first heard this voice, I spent the night in a small wooden house in the forest.

That is, in the earth world, the normal world.

Now, it was obvious that the owner of this voice was underground.

In other words, he (it) was like me, running from above the ground to under the ground.

Then, this guy definitely had a way out!

Therefore...

I can go out? !

After thinking it through, I immediately looked up with my eyes shining.

I began to tilt my ears, carefully listening to where the sound was coming from.

"Roar --"

"Roar --"

In order to confirm the direction of the sound, I repeatedly listened to where the sound was coming from.

Five minutes later, I finally confirmed the direction of the sound. It was coming from the left side of my current position.

After resting up, I stood up and led the two undead beside me towards the left.

Towards the direction of the sound, towards the direction of freedom...

One step at a time, unwavering.

I knew that meeting the owner of the sound in this direction would definitely be extremely dangerous.

However, I also knew that this might be my last and only chance to return to the surface world.

If I continued walking for a few more days, I might be walking deeper and deeper into this underground world.

At that time, I might not even be able to hear the voice. Then I would truly be lost in this place forever.

Moreover, I would only be taking a small risk to find the owner of the voice.

I've thought about it carefully.

The owner of the voice would probably roar once every two to three days.

In other words, this guy's schedule could be followed.

He (it) would repeat his previous lifestyle every two to three days.

And the free time in the middle of the few days.

He (it) is either sleeping.

Two or three days at a time.

Or going out to find food.

Which would also take so long time.

Either way, he (it) is too busy to care about all the things.

As long as I grasped this time interval, and then when I go out, stealthily careful.

Don't make any big noises which would alarm the owner of the voice.

I absolutely can, leave here without anyone knowing.

...

After making up my mind, I began to move towards my left.

Because I don't know, how far the distance between the two is.

The sound seemed to be distorted from where it came from.

Along the way, I moved lightly.

In order to reduce the sound, I even let the gargoyle carry the sword in his hand.

I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, I would meet the owner of the sound and bump into him.

Just like that, I walked awkwardly for nearly two hours.

I finally saw a light two to three hundred meters in front of me.

I knew that this should be the way out.

Because the light was completely different from the light from the plants I had seen in the underground world.

It was bright and dazzling.

It was completely different from the faint light from the plants.

From this distance, I can even feel the warmth of the distant light.

I can go out.

I can absorb the power of death from the outside world to my content...