"Load!" Enrigen spoke slowly as he watched four people load each slingshot.


    They had selected a tiny boulder as a projectile, twice the size of a human head, around thirty to forty kilograms in weight. The material was granite and its edges were rugged sharp.


    An stic Rope had been attached to the tiny boulder before it was loaded on the slingshot. Four Arachmen grabbed the stic Rope and pulled it slowly, careful of their steps. They were each equipped with Silk Shoes and Silk Gauntlet Skills.


    Thereby, they were able to calcte their grip to hold the stic Rope steadily while not losing their foothold from the stic tension that was being built up.


    Thanks to the two Skills, they could pull the stic Rope as much as possible, causing the stic arm of the slingshot to curve, stretching as long as four metres. The two wooden arms of the slingshot bent a couple of centimetres under the stress.


    Thankfully, the handle of the slingshot had been lodged deep enough in the ground, as a result keeping it stable. Once the rubber arms were fully pulled, the men announced to Enrigen.


    "Let''s start, shall we?" Enrigen smirked as a group of people moved at hismand. They set up logs of wood and hay. An Arachmen carefully brought in a box, within which was burning hay. They had been using conventional means to light it up, taking around ten minutes to do so.


    If the timing was wrong, they would have to do it again. And Enrigen ensured everything worked at the correct timeframe.


    The logs of dry wood caught fire, releasing smoke. A tub two metres in diameter was ced over the fire. In it was a Giant Tarant, alive, immersed in water.


    It seemed some sort of poison had been fed to it, preventing it from moving its limbs. But it was wide awake. Time gradually clicked as the water within the wooden tub reached boiling point.


    "Screeee!" The Giant Tarant screamed in pain as its body was being boiled. Some herbs were added to the water in the tub, releasing an aroma.


    "It stinks!" Enrigen covered his nose at the smell. It was unbearable for the Arachmen. But it was irresistible for the Giant Tarants; the stench was an aroma to their olfactory senses.


    In their state of hunger, the spiders began to drool, immediatelytching onto the two meat cocoons in their possession.


    The Dungeon Boss screeched in response. Even it was unable to endure its hunger, devouring the contents of a meat cocoon on its own. The second one was shared by the elites.


    A grudging sense of hunger enveloped their beings at the sounds their boiling brethren made. The elites were vastly more intelligent than the Giant Tarants.


    Creatures in a Dungeon had superior intellect while the Dungeon Boss could even converse with people. This was a fact verified in the forums already.


    And with greater intelligence came a fair share of baggage.


    Empathy! Pain! Honour! Sense of belonging beyond one''s person!


    And upon seeing their brethren being tortured for the fun of it, the Giant Tarant Elites seethed in rage, intending to destroy the Arachmen. But even more powerful than rage, they felt a rumbling sense of hunger.


    They had been fighting against the Arachmen, using the reserve of silk in their abdomen. To replenish that, they consumed food. But, that was a trap. Right as they consumed their reserve, Enrigen cut off their food supply.


    And as time passed, their bodies digested the food and replenished the silk in their abdomen. It meant they began to feel hunger already. Due to the pressure posed by the Arachmen, the Giant Tarant Elites had used up excessive amounts of their silk to increase the defensive webs in the cylindrical cave.


    It meant they used up too much of their strength and hence fell prey to hunger.


    A Giant Tarant Elite was unable to handle its anger and hunger anymore as it swiftly moved toward the bottom.


    "Aim!" Enrigen calmly shouted as the men behind a slingshot adjusted its aim.


    "Fire!" Once the Giant Tarant Elite was within range, theyunched the tiny boulder at it.


    The boulder smashed through manyyers of web and mmed dead centre on its body, sttering it upon impact. Only after tearing through fiveyers of webs did the tiny boulder stop. Following that, its weight began to wear down the respective web''s strength.


    As the initial impact already caused many minute tears to form on the strands of the web, due to the weight of the tiny boulder, the tears only worsened over time.


    Enrigen tied his stic Rope to a pebble and threw it with force, causing it totch onto the Giant Tarant Elite''s corpse and yanked it to the ground. He extracted its Invoker Crystal and yed around with it, disying a taunting face towards the spiders, his voice trailing off with a musical tone, "I''ming for you!"


    "Load!" At hismand, all eight slingshots were loaded, aiming at dense spots of web joints, "Aim!"


    The cylindrical cave''s structure meant all the aroma from the cooked spider moved up, concentrating more and more towards the top. Being there meant their sense of hunger only worsened.


    Therefore, even when they were aware, at least to avoid losing their sense of reasoning to hunger, the spiders instinctively came down. But that was only temporary as with time, the aroma only thickened.


    "Scree!" As more and moreyers of webs were destroyed by the tiny boulders, the Dungeon Boss screeched in fury as it rushed down.


    "They''re here..." Enrigen grinned as he motioned for the Attack Squad to be ready. As the spiders rushed to the bottom, he roared, "Attack!"


    ''Shit!'' The Dungeon Boss realised its mistake at his roar. But it was toote by then. As the spiders rushed toward the ground of the cylindrical cave, they noticed the trap.


    Hidden amongst the various paths leading to the cylindrical cave, masked from the view of the spiders at their previous spots were Arachmen, numbering three hundred. In their hands each was a fist-sized pebble.


    All three hundred Arachmen had poised in a throwing pose,unching the projectiles at Enrigen''s signal. Three hundred pebbles mmed into the spiders. Many missed but many more hit their mark, causing severe injuries.


    But, this was just the first volley. It was followed by the second, third, and many more.


    The spiders intended to flee back to safety, but the tiny bouldersunched by the eight slingshots cut off their paths by destroying multipleyers of webs. Moreover, the dozens of tiny boulders hanging from the webs dropped one after another, raining down onto the spiders.


    It was a three-pronged attack. And caught in the centre were the 62 spiders.


    "Got you!" Just as the Dungeon Boss intended to target the Arachmen with its Skill, the web-weaving organ''s entrance on its abdomen was blocked by Enrigen.


    He threw three Silk Bombs at the entrance, closing it up when they sshed open. He followed it up with some pebbles, forcing the stretched silk to pull the pebbles into the entrance, further blockading it.


    Unless the Dungeon Boss removed the silk, it wouldn''t be able to shoot its attack. The fastest way to ovee it would be to activate its Skill by targeting the silk covering its abdomen. But that meant it would waste one activation of its Skill.


    If Enrigen were to block it again, the Dungeon Boss would fall victim to a vicious cycle. Hence, it hesitated for a moment.


    Of course, having been nning for it all along, Enrigen didn''t miss its hesitation. Held in his hands each was an stic Rope, attached to a heavy rock. He rapidly spun them and mmed the rocks on the Dungeon Boss, targeting its leg joints.


    When it screeched in pain, he threw a couple of Silk Bombs into its mouth, blocking it. He threw another Silk Bomb at its leg and used the stic Rope Skill on it, causing it to expand into a rope.


    Ittched onto the Dungeon Boss''s leg, adding stic tension. When the Dungeon Boss tried to move, the stic Rope pulled its leg back, preventing it from taking a step forward.


    In a state of fluster, it tried to leap and mp his head using its mandibles. But a tiny boulder mmed into its abdomen at this moment, shredding it apart.


    "Your movements were obvious." One of the Arachmen behind a slingshotmented in pride. Enrigen''s actions had flustered the Dungeon Boss to the extent it intended to take him down with it.


    As a result, its only option was to leap straight at him, making its path predictable for the slingshot to aim.


    "Attack!" The Attack Squad targeted the injured Giant Tarant Elites as the Dungeon Boss dropped dead.


    Within twenty minutes, all the spiders had been wiped out.


    Equipping the Dungeon Boss''s Skill, Shrinking Net, Enrigen smirked, announcing in victory, "We have won against the spiders!"


    "Victory is ours!"


    Everyone at the scene rejoiced, "Victory is ours!"


    Following that, the Spades made camps throughout the Dungeon to systematically capture the spawning Giant Tarants and extract their silk periodically, transforming the entire Dungeon into a giant, silk-producing farm.