All Jobs and Classes! I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All!

Chapter 540

When Ludger reached the third section, he wasn’t even surprised anymore.

Not really.

The labyrinth had already spent the last day proving that “normal” was a myth people told themselves so they could sleep. The transition hit like stepping through a border you didn’t see until it was behind you.

The rough, web-choked stone of the first section had been ugly but familiar, cavern-like, smoothed by purpose, buried under silk and eggs.

The second section had grown grand, columns and wide halls, fewer nurseries, more movement, the unsettling feeling of a place doing something other than “spawn and attack.”

The third section… didn’t even pretend to be a cave. The walls changed first.

Instead of carved stone planes, they were made of something like bricks, rectangular blocks fitted together in clean lines, stacked with precision, seams so tight they looked fused rather than mortared. The material wasn’t clay. Not exactly. It had the dense, matte feel of fired stone, but it carried a faint rune-like grain, subtle markings inside the blocks that caught light at the wrong angle.

The floor matched.

Brickwork laid in long patterns that guided the eye and the foot, like streets. Not cracked natural slabs, but deliberate construction. Even the ceiling, arched and reinforced, was brick-laid, forming vaulted spans that made the corridor feel engineered.

And the corridors expanded again.

Wider. Taller. More branching intersections. It wasn’t just “big for a dungeon” anymore. It looked like the beginnings of an underground city. Not a few halls.

A layout.

Multiple avenues. Side routes that felt like alleys. Open spaces ahead that hinted at plazas or chambers designed for mass movement. The air even changed, less damp cave, more dry interior, carrying the faint scent of dust trapped in structure.

Ludger walked forward, boots tapping lightly on brick, and felt a hollow amusement twist in his chest. He was underground. Under an island. He should’ve been beneath rock, saltwater pressure, and dead roots.

Instead, he was standing in something that felt like a buried metropolis, with spiders moving through it like workers and soldiers depending on what mood the labyrinth was in. Nothing made sense anymore.

Ludger stared down one of the wider corridors, straight, long, vanishing into dimness like a street at night, and let out a quiet breath.

“…Expecting anything else would be weird now,” he muttered.

Because at this point, the labyrinth wasn’t just bizarre.

It was insulting.

Like it was daring him to keep applying logic to a place that had none. He tightened his grip, eyes narrowing.

Then he kept walking anyway, because if the labyrinth wanted to show him a city, that only meant one thing:

Somewhere ahead, there was a center.

Ludger didn’t see anything. Not with his eyes.

The third section was lit only by what little ambient glow the labyrinth allowed, and the “streets” of brick stretched ahead in long, empty lines. No skittering. No hissing. No obvious movement.

But his Seismic Sense told a different story.

There were bodies everywhere.

Weights tucked behind boulders that didn’t belong in a brick-built “city.” Shapes pressed into the shadows of thick pillars. Clusters clinging to ceilings where the arches created blind wedges. Dozens, maybe hundreds, holding still with a discipline spiders shouldn’t have.

And the terrain was perfect for it.

Half-collapsed structures formed pockets. Brick buttresses created tight corners. Random stone lumps, too round, too placed, sat like decorative obstacles, each one a hiding place big enough to conceal multiple monsters.

They weren’t absent. They were waiting. Ludger narrowed his eyes and considered the easiest solution. He could erase the cover.

A few heavy mana bolts, a broad earth pulse, maybe a wind shear, smash the boulders, crack the pillars, bring the hiding places down and force them into the open.

It wasn’t impossible. It was just expensive… And he didn’t want to burn his reserves in a section he didn’t understand yet. So he did the cheaper thing. He gave them what they wanted. He started talking.

His voice carried down the empty corridor, calm and mildly annoyed—like he was addressing lazy trainees instead of an unseen army.

“This is the part where you jump out and try to look clever,” he said. “I can feel you. You’re not hiding. You’re just crouching.”

Silence.

His Seismic Sense picked up micro-shifts, tiny weight changes, the kind you made when you realized the prey was aware.

Ludger walked forward anyway, boots tapping brick with deliberate rhythm.

“You want an ambush?” he continued, almost conversational. “Fine. Do it. But don’t waste my time with the slow approach.”

A pulse of movement answered him. Not the whole field.

Just two points, close, too close, on his right.

A boulder there looked like it belonged in a plaza, smooth and rounded, half web-streaked. Ludger hadn’t liked it the moment he sensed the hollow behind it.

The “stone” shivered.

Then split.

A seam opened like a mouth tearing sideways, and two white shapes burst out in a blur of legs and pale chitin. They came fast.

Ludger’s body shifted into readiness automatically, weight lowering, hands loose, Wind Step coiled. Then he frowned. Because these weren’t like the others.

The lower half was spider, same pale body plates, same long jointed legs, same predatory speed.

But above the abdomen… They had human torsos. Not a rough imitation. Not a vague “humanoid shape.”

A full upper body, ribcage, shoulders, spine, rising from the spider’s front like a grotesque centaur. The skin wasn’t human skin, not truly. It was pale and glossy, more like stretched chitin shaped into muscle lines. But it was unmistakably built to resemble a person.

They had two arms.

Long, sinewy arms ending in hands that were almost human in structure, five digits, but wrong in detail. Fingers were too long. Joints bent slightly too far. Nails were not nails at all, but short hooked claws like polished bone.

Their “heads” sat on thick necks that looked human at a glance, until you saw the face.

No mouth in the right place. No lips. Instead, a vertical split ran from chin to throat like a sealed wound, and when it opened it revealed inner mandibles and a wet gleam of silk threads. Their eyes were clustered higher than normal, multiple black beads arranged in a tight crown across the brow, giving them a forward, intelligent stare that made Ludger’s skin itch.

And the torsos had markings.

Faint brick-colored lines, like the labyrinth’s own material had been etched into them, running across collarbones and down the arms in geometric patterns. Not runes he recognized, but structured enough to feel deliberate.

They charged together. Not like animals. Like fighters.

One came straight down the centerline, arms raised as if to grab his shoulders and pin him while its spider legs stabbed.

The other flanked left, wider angle, torso twisting mid-run. Its hands opened, fingers splaying, ready to catch, to pull, to hold him still long enough for a killing thrust. Ludger’s frown deepened into something colder.

“…So that’s what you were building,” he muttered.

The two hybrid spiders closed the distance, brick corridor echoing with the rapid clack of legs.

And for the first time since entering the third section, Ludger felt it clearly:

This wasn’t a dungeon throwing monsters at him.

This was a place experimenting, and now it was sending the results.

The first hybrid came in low and straight, spider legs stabbing in alternating rhythm, front-left, front-right, trying to force Ludger to backpedal into the corridor’s blind angles. Its human arms stayed up, hands open, not for show but for control, ready to latch onto his wrists, his shoulders, his scarf, anything that could interrupt Wind Step timing.

The second didn’t mirror it. It widened and angled off, using the boulders and pillars as cover, trying to create a pincer that would trap Ludger between stabbing legs and grabbing hands.

Ludger’s feet slid on a burst of wind and he cut sideways, refusing the centerline. A spear-leg punched through where his ribs had been. Another stabbed low at his knee.

He hopped, twisted, landed light, Wind Step catching him and throwing him just out of reach.

Then the hybrids did something that made him click his tongue in irritation. They stopped trying to simply stab and grab. They started using the environment.

A strand of web shot from the lead hybrid’s mouth, thick, bright line snapping through the air. It didn’t aim for Ludger. It aimed past him.

The webline slapped into a boulder with a wet crack and immediately hardened, fibers tightening like cable.

The second hybrid fired too, another webline anchoring into a pillar.

Then, like they’d practiced it, both hybrids yanked. Their human torsos twisted, arms pulling in coordinated motion, and the anchored boulder moved.

Not slowly. Not dragged. It lurched, web tension converting into a brutal swing as the hybrids used the strands like giant slings.

The boulder came around the pillar in a wide arc, a massive chunk of stone moving far too fast for something that should be “dungeon fauna.”

Ludger’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t jump back. Back was where the second hybrid wanted him.

He stepped in, Wind Step flaring, and slid under the swing by a hair. The boulder howled overhead and slammed into the brick floor behind him, shattering bricks and spraying dust.

Before the dust settled, the second hybrid did the same with its pillar-anchored line, yanking a different boulder into motion, sending it careening across the corridor like a battering ram.

Ludger twisted, ducked, and spun in the air, letting Wind Step lift him just enough that the stone passed beneath his boots with inches to spare. The boulder struck a wall and exploded into fragments.

The hybrids advanced behind their own moving cover, spider legs clicking faster now, torsos leaning forward like sprinters. Their arms weren’t just for grabbing, they were for control. One reached out mid-run and slapped a webline onto a new anchor point, reeling it in with both hands to reposition the next “swing.”

Troublesome. Not because they were stronger. Because they were smarter.

They’d taken the spider kit, speed, silk, stabbing, and added human leverage and human planning. The arms let them manipulate the battlefield instead of just attacking in it. A webline snapped toward Ludger’s waist.

He pivoted. Let it graze his scarf. Then severed it with a thin earth spike that popped from the brick seam like a knife.

The hybrid hissed and lunged, arms reaching now, trying to grab Ludger’s forearm.

Ludger slipped away, but the second hybrid closed in from the side, spider legs stabbing like pistons while its hands aimed for his shoulder.

Ludger spun again, using the motion to avoid the stab, then landed light, only to feel the first hybrid’s webline pull tight behind him.

It had anchored another strand to the floor. A trip line. Ludger’s boot caught it. For half a heartbeat, tension bit at his ankle. That half heartbeat was the opening they wanted.

The second hybrid surged, raising two spear-legs to impale and driving forward with its torso, arms ready to clamp him in place.

Ludger’s eyes sharpened.

There.

He didn’t yank away from the webline. He went forward.

Wind Step flared. He surged into the gap inside the stabbing angle, slipping between the raised legs before they could drop. At that distance, the hybrid’s long spear-legs were awkward, too long to retract fast, too committed to the strike.

Ludger was already in its space. He drove his fist into the human torso. Not a polite punch.

A brutal, compact strike aimed at the centerline, sternum, ribs, whatever passed for a chest plate in that hybrid anatomy.

The chitin-skin cracked.

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