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Chapter 542

Ludger stopped, but his mind kept working.

Negotiating with a labyrinth guardian wasn’t a normal choice. It wasn’t even a comfortable one. It was the kind of decision that sounded smart in your head and then exploded the moment other people heard about it.

On paper, it had advantages.

A guardian would know a lot of information, why only first-section monsters left, why the third section looked like a city, how the crows fit into the picture, whether last night had been deliberate or just a colony reacting like a hive. It might even know what lay at the end of the labyrinth, what “center” he was walking toward.

It should have answers. But Ludger’s first problem was simple: Would the answers be real?

A guardian wasn't bound to morals. It wasn’t bound by human honesty. It could tell the truth, half-truth, or a lie that sounded reasonable enough to lead him into a trap. Even if it didn’t intend to lie, its perspective could be warped, monster logic, instinct, territorial “truth” that didn’t match reality.

And if he acted on false information, the cost wouldn’t be “embarrassment.” It would be bodies. Then came the second problem, the one that made his jaw tighten.

Resources.

He could imagine it, clean and tempting: a deal for controlled harvesting. For silk production. For mana-rich materials. For a predictable output instead of raids and night attacks. For a stable “farm” instead of a chaotic dungeon.

It would be efficient. It would turn the labyrinth from a threat into a supply chain. And that was exactly why it was dangerous.

Because the moment he made a deal with a monster, it could blow up in ways that had nothing to do with claws and silk. Trust collapses fast.

His recruits and trainees had just bled all night to survive. They’d watched friends get pierced, watched the sky throw metal feathers, watched spiders swarm like a tide. If they heard he was “negotiating” with the thing that birthed those monsters, some of them would feel betrayed on instinct. Even if he explained it, the emotional equation would still be simple:

We fought and suffered… and now you’re shaking hands with it?

Even Viola and Rathen, people who understood pragmatism, could hesitate. Not because they were soft, but because they had reputations, alliances, and politics to survive. And trust, once cracked, didn’t heal with logic. Torvares and the nobles would weaponize it.

If word reached the wrong ears, it wouldn’t matter how careful the deal was. It would become a story:

Lionsguard has allied with a dungeon. Ludger is raising monsters. They’re hoarding resources under a guardian’s protection.

The Senate, the Regent, rival guilds, anyone threatened by Lionsguard’s growing influence, could use it as justification to “intervene.” To seize the gains. To strip contracts. To put Lionfang under oversight “for public safety.”

Even Torvares might flinch, not because he disliked profit, but because some deals brought heat you couldn’t buy off. Ironhand would react badly.

The entire claim rested on control and predictability. If a young vice guildmaster started “negotiating” directly with the source, Ironhand would smell a threat to their fame. Even if Ludger offered them a share, it would still look like he was bypassing them.

That meant sabotage, political pressure, or open conflict. And conflict on the coast was exactly what the Empire could exploit. A guardian’s deal is never enforceable by normal means.

Contracts between humans had leverage, law, money, reputation, hostages, enforcement. A guardian had none of that, and it didn’t fear it.

If it broke terms, what would Ludger do? March into the labyrinth and kill it? Maybe. But that assumed he could in the future given that negotiations would give them time to prepare, and that the labyrinth wouldn’t have contingencies.

The guardian could also obey the letter and violate the spirit, produce silk that degraded later, allow “accidental” attacks, manipulate monster behavior in ways that were plausible deniability.

And if he tried to punish it, he might trigger the labyrinth to escalate again, bigger waves, new monsters, worse nights.

Dependency is a trap.

If Lionsguard built a business on guardian-approved resources, then the guardian became a single-point failure in their entire economy. Suddenly Lionfang’s prosperity, migration, and influence would hang on the mood and stability of a monster under an island.

If that guardian ever changed, got replaced, got “woken” by something deeper, or simply decided the deal no longer benefited it, Ludger’s whole structure could collapse overnight.

And worse, enemies could target that dependency.

All it would take is one outside force disrupting the labyrinth and suddenly Lionsguard’s “monopoly” becomes “liability.”

It could taint everything they’ve built.

Lionsguard’s legitimacy came from being protectors and delvers, not monster partners. Lionfang’s growth came from stability, training, and hard-won trust. Ludger had worked for that, bled for that, and demanded discipline for that.

A deal with a guardian could stain it all in one rumor. Even if it worked. Even if it made them rich. People would start looking at Lionsguard differently.

And Ludger knew that kind of perception was how you ended up with assassins, “investigations,” and armies arriving with smiles.

He kept staring at the brick corridors, listening to the distant rustle of silk and the faint hum of the labyrinth’s mana.

The temptation was real. So was the risk. He didn’t hate negotiation. He hated losing control.

And a deal with a monster was the kind of thing that could take everything he’d built, Lionfang, Lionsguard, his alliances, and light it on fire… while he was still standing inside the building.

Ludger kept staring, but he ran the numbers in his head the way he always did. He could keep going like this.

He could treat the third section like a meat grinder, push forward, annihilate anything that moved, destroy nests, collapse cover, and eventually carve a path to the guardian chamber by brute force and stubbornness.

It would work. Eventually. But “eventually” was expensive.

His condition was already troublesome. Not because he was weak, because his body had limits that didn’t care about pride. He was exhausted from fighting through the night and then diving into the labyrinth without real rest and alone. His mana circuits still burned in places where the flow had been forced too hard. The ambient mana kept refilling his core, but it didn’t heal strain in muscle, tendon, or mind.

And the third section wasn’t empty.

It was built to delay.

Cover everywhere. Lines of sight broken by boulders and pillars. Hybrid spiders that could manipulate terrain, knit weapons, coordinate and retreat. A city designed for guerrilla fighting.

Grinding through it would take time, time he didn’t want to spend while his people were outside harvesting silk, loading the ship, and hoping the next night didn’t bring something worse.

Then a quieter realization settled into him, cold and clear.

He already had the answer he’d come for. Not the whole story. Not the details. But the core truth.

This labyrinth wasn’t just a dungeon following simple rules. A sapient monster was controlling it. That changed everything.

It meant patterns weren’t accidental. It meant the upgrades, human torsos, silk spears, weren’t random mutations. It meant last night’s pressure might have been a choice, or at least a response made by a mind capable of deciding.

And if there was a mind, then there were options beyond “kill until it stops.”

Options he didn’t like. Negotiation. Manipulation. Traps. Deals. Lies.

Politics, but with fangs. Ludger’s eyes narrowed as he followed the direction of the voice, boots tapping softly on brick like footsteps in a buried city.

He could keep grinding monsters. Or he could reach the one thing that mattered.

The one thing that could explain the behavior, stop the waves, and tell him what else might be coming. He exhaled through his nose. Ludger slowed.

He let his Seismic Sense stretch one last time, tasting the density of bodies ahead, the layered cover, the purposeful movement. He felt his own exhaustion sitting behind his eyes like pressure. He felt the burn in his hands, the stiffness in his shoulders, the lingering dull ache that came from spending too much mana too fast.

And he made the decision he didn’t like. He turned around. Not in panic. Not in retreating fear. In calculation.

Taking his chances with a sapient monster right now, alone, deep in a hostile section, while tired and already strained, was too risky. Every step forward would cost more effort. Every minute deeper would make him slower. And if this “conversation” turned into a trap, there would be no clean way out.

He wasn’t going to gamble his life, his guild, on curiosity.

Not today.

He started walking back toward the exit, boots tapping on brick, pace controlled. The labyrinth answered him with an irritated echo.

“Leaving already?”

The voice rolled down the corridor like a hand trying to hook him by the collar.

“Come to me, human.”

Ludger didn’t respond. He kept walking. The voice sharpened, taunting now, trying to pry at him with words the way her children had tried with silk.

“Is that fear?” she asked, amusement threaded through annoyance. “You cut my eggs. You slaughtered my children. And now you refuse to face me?”

Ludger’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t speed up. He didn’t slow down. He just… continued. The voice followed.

“You want answers,” she said. “You want control. You want to pretend you can own what lives here. But you will not even speak to me?”

Her words echoed off arches and boulders, chasing him through the “streets” of the third section.

“Come.”

“Human.”

“Come to me.”

Ludger stayed silent. He’d learned a long time ago that some temptations didn’t deserve engagement. That arguing with a predator was still feeding it attention. That every word he offered could be turned into leverage. So he gave her nothing.

The echo continued for a long while, stretching and repeating as he moved farther away, her voice bouncing endlessly through the brick halls until it became background noise, like wind in a tunnel.

“Come to me…”

“Come…”

“Human…”

Even when the sound finally faded, the sensation of being watched didn’t.

Ludger kept walking anyway. Back toward light. Back toward his people. Back toward the problems he understood, harvest, logistics, watch rotations, enemies with bodies you could kill. Because the most dangerous thing he’d met in this labyrinth wasn’t a spider. It was a mind.

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