The First Dragon God-Chapter 77: An Encounter, Group Of Black Widows

Leo walked down the deserted street, his footsteps echoing faintly against the silence of the empty city.

The sky above was overcast, casting the ruins in a dull, gray light. Broken buildings lined the street like silent sentinels, their windows shattered and walls crumbling.

Abandoned cars, rusting and covered in dust, were scattered haphazardly along the road, a stark reminder of how quickly life had been upended.

Leo sighed, dragging his hand through his hair in exasperation. He had deliberately chosen this route, moving in the opposite direction of the massive monster that had loomed over the city not long ago.

The reasoning had been sound as he felt that the monster’s overwhelming presence would have probably chased away any other creatures in the vicinity. Even the boldest of beasts wouldn’t dare remain in its shadow.

But now, after walking for what felt like hours, Leo was starting to regret his choice. The streets were empty—eerily so. No signs of life stirred, save for the occasional gust of wind that rustled through the debris.

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"This is pointless," Leo muttered to himself, glancing at the wolves that padded silently behind him. "I might as well be walking through a graveyard."

Still, he pressed on. He needed to find something—anything—to fight. His earlier battle with the horde and mutant creatures had been grueling, but it had rewarded him with two hard-earned levels. And this was after killing almost 200 monsters and zombies. If not more.

Leo sighed helplessly when he thought of this. He felt that he didn’t get the reward he deserves but then, he remembered that most of the monsters he fought are mostly level 3-5, and the zombies barely made to level 3.

And considering the high level difference between them and him, and the fact that his level is now in the double digits, it meant that he would need a lot of life force to increase his level. Thinking of this, Leo felt that he was actually lucky to level up and twice at that.

"I guess it’s true what they say ’even mosquito is meat.’" Leo chuckled to himself as he continued walking down the street.

The memory of Ryan’s skill flashed through his mind. Leo’s curiosity had been gnawing at him ever since.

He didn’t know the full extent of the skill’s effects, but if it was what he thought it was, then it was a skill worth coveting.

The ability to draw monsters to oneself? It sounded like the perfect tool for someone like him—a fast track to leveling up and growing stronger.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he imagined what it would feel like to wield such a skill. The thrill of battle, the steady rise of power… it was almost too tempting to think about.

"Of course, knowing my luck, it’d probably come with some ridiculous drawback," Leo muttered with a laugh to himself. "Nothing that good comes without a price."

His laugh was cut short the next moment when he saw a group of people appear in front of him, at a distance.

Ahead, at the far end of the street, a group of people emerged from behind a cluster of abandoned vehicles. They were too far away for him to make out their features, but their movements were casual—too casual for the apocalypse.

Leo sighed again, this time in resignation. He could already tell they were trouble.

As he drew closer, their conversation became clearer. The group consisted of six individuals, all dressed in mismatched, scavenged clothing. Their expressions were a mix of curiosity and amusement as they noticed him approaching.

One of them, a tall man with a scruffy beard and a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, stepped forward with a smirk. "Hey, kid! What’s so funny? The apocalypse messing with your head, or is it those wolves behind ya?"

Leo frowned slightly, his grip tightening on Nightshade. He didn’t reply, his gaze steady as he continued walking toward them.

The group exchanged glances, their smirks fading slightly as they noticed the dark blade in his hand.

There was something unsettling about the way the boy carried himself—calm, deliberate, almost indifferent. It didn’t fit with his youthful appearance.

Another man, shorter and stockier, leaned toward the first. "What’s with the kid? How’s someone like him still alive?"

"Must be luck," the first man replied with a chuckle. "Or maybe he’s been hiding in some basement while the real survivors do all the work."

Leo sighed inwardly. He had no interest in engaging with these people, but he could feel the tension in the air growing with each step he took.

The wolves behind him bristled slightly, their keen eyes locked on the group.

"Hey, kid!" the scruffy man called again. "You deaf or something? We’re trying to have a conversation here."

Leo stopped a few paces away, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. "I heard you. I just didn’t think you had anything worth responding to."

The man blinked, taken aback by the boy’s bluntness. Then he laughed, a loud, boisterous sound that rang out through the empty street. "Well, aren’t you a cheeky little bastard? Got a mouth on you, don’t ya?"

Leo shrugged. "I’ve been told."

The group chuckled, though there was an edge to their laughter. The shorter man stepped forward, pointing at Nightshade. "That’s a nice blade you’ve got there. Where’d you find it?"

Leo’s gaze flicked to the man briefly before returning to the leader. "None of your business."

The man’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by a faint scowl. "You’ve got a lot of attitude for someone your age."

"And you’ve got a lot of questions for someone with no manners," Leo replied evenly.

The tension thickened, the group exchanging glances. The scruffy man stepped forward, his baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. "Listen, kid. We’re just trying to be friendly. No need to get all defensive."

Leo raised an eyebrow, his tone turning dry. "Friendly? Is that what this is?"

The man’s grin widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Sure it is. But if you keep running that mouth of yours, we might have to teach you a little respect."

Leo’s fingers tightened around Nightshade, his patience wearing thin. "If you want to try, go ahead. But I wouldn’t recommend it."

The man’s grin faltered, his eyes narrowing. The rest of the group shifted uneasily, their confidence wavering as they noticed the boy’s calm demeanor—and the wolves at his back.

Before anyone could say another word, the ground beneath their feet trembled.

Everyone froze, their gazes darting around as the vibrations grew stronger. A faint rumble echoed through the air, followed by the distant sound of snarls and guttural roars.

Leo’s heart quickened. He turned his head, scanning the street for the source of the noise.

Squinting his eyes, he saw something from the alleyways and shattered buildings. At first, it was subtle—a faint rustling of debris, the sound of something scraping against the cracked pavement. Then they emerged.

Large, jet-black spiders crawled into the open, their grotesque forms illuminated by the pale light filtering through the clouds.

Each one was the size of a small car, their bloated abdomens gleaming like polished obsidian.

Their long, spindly legs moved with an unnerving grace, each step creating a faint clicking sound that echoed ominously through the empty street.

Their eyes—clusters of eight glowing red orbs—reflected the dim light, giving them an otherworldly and menacing appearance.

Fangs the size of daggers twitched restlessly, dripping with a viscous, black liquid that sizzled as it hit the ground, corroding the concrete where it landed.

The largest of the spiders crawled onto the wreckage of an overturned bus, its weight crushing the vehicle’s rusted frame with a metallic groan.

Its jagged legs left deep gouges in the metal as it perched on top, towering over the rest of the group.

Spikes jutted from its abdomen, each one dripping the same corrosive substance. It let out a high-pitched screech, a sound so piercing that it felt like nails dragging across the inside of the skull.

The scruffy man’s cocky grin vanished in an instant. "What the hell is that?!"

Leo’s grip on Nightshade tightened, his gaze fixed on the approaching creatures. "Looks like it’s your lucky day," he said quietly, his voice calm despite the chaos brewing.

The man turned to him, his face pale. "What are you talking about?"

Leo smirked faintly, his eyes sharp and unyielding. "You wanted to see how I’ve survived this long. Here’s your chance."

The spiders began to close in, their legs moving in eerie synchronization. Their clicking grew louder, a nightmarish rhythm that sent chills racing down the spines of everyone present.

The air grew heavy with the stench of rot and venom, an acrid tang that burned the back of the throat.

The scruffy man stumbled backward, his baseball bat slipping from his shoulder as he stared at the approaching nightmare. "We’re not fighting those things!" he yelled, his voice cracking with panic.

"You might not have a choice," Leo replied, his tone steady but cold. His gaze never left the spiders as he adjusted his stance, Nightshade gleaming in his hand.

The largest spider screeched again, its fangs clicking together as it lunged forward.