The Acromantulas truly lived up to their reputation as the tyrants of the Forbidden Forest, they were terrifying on their own, and paired with their overwhelming numbers, they became the nightmare of every other creature living within these woods.
Unfortunately for them… today, the bully ran into someone even worse.
These creatures who bullied everything that could fly (other than flying broomsticks), and everything that could run (other than Hagrid) had finally encountered their natural enemy, Allen, who hunted them.
All their advantages were perfectly countered by the Shuriman inheritance, sand soldiers had no fear, no poison, no pain.
It took less than ten minutes for the extremely one-sided battle to reach its end. When the final group of larger spiders were pinned into the ground by sand spears, Allen walked out from the center of the battlefield without a scratch.
Unfortunately, the elegant scene of a swordsman wiping blood from his blade or a general praising victorious soldiers did not occur.
Instead, the victor of this grand battle squatted down on the ground without a shred of dignity, eyes burning brighter than before, and desperately began searching for loot.
What followed next was the echo of a boy named Allen screaming in anguish.
Azir was an incredibly powerful hero.
And his inheritance was currently the one Allen had developed the most, after destroying Voldemort's lingering soul, the system converted Voldemort's vast magical understanding into further keys to the Azir inheritance, allowing Allen to reach an extremely deep understanding of this hero.
However, until he ensured he could escape Dumbledore's surveillance, Allen absolutely didn't dare use this power freely, mainly because Voldemort had used this inheritance and then fought Dumbledore with it. ¹
But holding a power you can't use… was agony.
Walking around in brocade robes at midnight, as the saying goes.
So when facing the spiders, Allen unleashed Azir's power without hesitation. Half the reason was because it was his strongest ability… the other half was because he'd been suppressing the urge for way too long.
And so, Allen very elegantly fell into a trap of his own making.
The battle wasn't just flashy, it was expensive.
No, not metaphorically expensive.
Actual gold, actual Galleons, had just been burned away.
What was the most valuable part of a giant spider?
Their venom, sold at a sky-high price of 100 Galleons per pint.
And how did spiders attack?
They bit the target and injected venom.
Which would've been fine if not for Allen's attack method, sand soldiers continuously regenerating, repeatedly stabbing and killing the spiders while being immune to poison.
But here lies the problem…
Does sand absorb liquid?
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The last time he worked with Fawkes , the raven swarm killed the spiders instantly, allowing Allen to collect large quantities of venom afterward.
But now, Allen stared at the seventh bottle he had just barely managed to fill… and fell into deep existential despair.
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?
Who am I?
This was tuition.
And the most expensive kind!!!
He had finally figured out why Acromantula venom stayed so rare, most of it was always wasted or destroyed during battles.
Life was too hard… such a good opportunity… completely wasted!
But Allen currently had no method to separate venom from the mix of sand, rotted flesh, and mud.
All he could do was silently watch piles of potential gold in corpse form lie there, only to be cheaply recycled by the system, though at least the fragments gained would unlock more of the Spider Queen's inheritance.
Allen grumbled to himself, waiting for the system's collection. Once everything was absorbed, the fragment count would almost be enough to open her inheritance fully.
Which was why Allen's eyes turned toward the deep pit nearby, down below was the first generation Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, along with its loyal guardians.
Adding them would guarantee completion.
But just as he looked toward the nest, the old Aragog, though blind, instantly sensed the outcome of the battle. And once again in its long life, it felt the presence of death so vividly, the last time this happened was when it was just a spider kept in a cupboard.
That expression, that very specific terrified spider expression, finally made Allen give up the idea.
Not to mention, spiders continued reproducing.
This was basically a living Galleon generator.
Who would kill a golden goose?
Even better, Aragog would live until Harry's sixth year, and Voldemort would cause trouble every year.
A scapegoat secured.
A renewable income source secured.
How could Allen not harvest some wealth from Hogwarts?
So, after confirming his plan, Allen happily decided to leave.
This was a precious source of money, after all.
He sincerely hoped Aragog would continue to work hard, give birth to many, many spider children, and always remember its dear friend.
Though not completely satisfied, the future profits were enough to improve Allen's mood.
After saying farewell to a colony of spiders that absolutely did not want to see him again, Allen realized something…
The Polyjuice Potion still had ten minutes remaining.
What was he supposed to do now?
Finding Hagrid would be inconvenient.
Finding Voldemort was impossible.
Going back early would be even worse.
If Filch caught him sneaking back early during their scheduled patrol night, there would be no forgiveness.
Finally, after waiting out the remaining potion time, Allen sighed in relief.
He had found his destination for the night.
Hagrid's hut.
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