The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Inside the underground laboratory.

The humid air was filled with the sweet, fishy smell of formaldehyde mixed with putrefied tissue.

The crisp sound of metal instruments clashing echoed in the empty basement, sounding particularly jarring.

Before the operating table, a giant made of rotting vines and bloated corpse parts is bowing his head, intently performing some kind of delicate surgery.

Humus Golem - Fertile Soil.

Heavy, dragging footsteps came from the only passageway, interrupting the rhythm in the basement.

The fertile soil paused, and the moss-covered, mold-strewn head slowly lifted, emitting an unpleasant rubbing sound.

"who!"

Wotu spoke impatiently, without ever turning his head.

He hates being disturbed when he is "creating art".

Shadows loomed over the entrance, the massive body of the city breaker blocking the only passage.

It made no sound, but simply hurled the object in its hand violently toward the operating table.

"Bang!"

A mutilated female corpse, its bones almost completely shattered, slammed heavily onto the cold operating table in the fertile soil, splattering a patch of dark red blood.

A hint of anger flashed in the murky light in Wotu's eyes, and he was about to explode.

But when his gaze fell on the "thing" that had been thrown at him, the light in his pupils suddenly shone brightly, incredibly bright.

He lunged forward, his nose, made of decaying plants, sniffing greedily over the corpse, his voice filled with an uncontrollable ecstasy and trembling.

"Where did you get this thing...where did you get this thing?!"

The city breaker let out a few unintelligible whimpers, raised its thick arm, and pointed in the direction it had come from.

Wotu looked in the direction he pointed, and the ecstasy on his face froze instantly, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension and fear.

He asked in a tentative, low voice.

"Is this the territory of the Weaver Girl Queen?"

The city-breaker's enormous, faceless head immediately nodded up and down with astonishingly large movements.

This answer really startled Wotu. His vine-like eyebrows furrowed, and his voice became shrill.

Then he suddenly punched the city breaker on the head.

"I've told you so many times, don't go there, don't go there, but you just won't listen! Why are you so stubborn!"

"Lord Ainz Ooal Gown is about to awaken from his slumber, and we will inevitably have to fight Queen Fate then. If you go there now, you'll be courting death!"

The city breaker seemed unable to comprehend the complex meaning behind his words, and seeing that the fertile land had lost its earlier excitement, it too became restless.

It emitted a series of more urgent whimpers, its huge feet stomping restlessly on the ground, causing the entire basement to tremble slightly.

Seeing his most outstanding work in this state, Wotu instantly understood.

"Wait a minute."

Wotu offered a reassuring remark, then turned and pushed the massive body of the Citybreaker toward the operating table.

He picked up a rusty bone saw and aimed it at the corpse the city raiders had just brought back.

The vines on his body seemed to have a life of their own, quickly wrapping around, piercing, and stitching him up.

A moment later, a dry, intermittent female voice, mixed with static, came from the cage-like head of the city breaker.

"There...is...something fun over there."

"So many...so many..."

As the city breaker spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the mutilated, headless corpse on the operating table.

"This thing was obtained from...there."

The fertile soil's fury nearly set the entire basement ablaze.

His body, made of rotting vines, heaved violently.

"Something fun?"

He repeated those words, his sharp voice filled with barely suppressed anger and terror.

"You call that woman's territory fun? Do you even know what kind of place that is?!"

Wotu grabbed the iron chain running through the chest of the Citybreaker, causing its massive body to stagger.

"That's the Weaver Girl Queen's hunting grounds! It's her garden! You stole a 'flower' from her garden and thought it was fun?!"

"It's quite a miracle that you came back alive."

In the cage-like head of the city breaker, the static of electricity crackled intermittently.

"She...didn't...notic..."

"She didn't notice?" Wotu laughed angrily, but the laughter was dry, harsh, and full of sarcasm.

"How could they not have noticed? They probably knew you were there the moment you entered their territory, but for some reason, they just ignored you!"

Wherever the spider silk reaches, it is the eyes of the Weaver Queen; within her territory, no one can escape her perception.

The fertile soil loosened its chains and paced restlessly around the breachers, its rotting vines leaving slippery trails on the floor.

"Lord Ainz is about to awaken, and we're bound to fight her sooner or later. Are you trying to provoke her now and start a war prematurely? You brainless idiot!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the city breaker and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Okay, even though you never really had a brain to begin with."

The city's inhabitants seemed unable to comprehend these complex web of interests.

It stubbornly raised its thick arm once again, pointing in the direction it had come from.

The voice from inside the cage rang out again, with a childlike stubbornness.

"There...and there's more..."

Wotu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his whole body frozen in place.

besides?

Is there really such high-quality "material"?

An uncontrollable greed instantly breached the dam of reason.

He was an artist, a creator who pursued perfection, and the mutilated corpse on the operating table was a top-quality material he had never seen before.

Just by smelling the scent of that blood, he could conjure up hundreds of entirely new "works of art".

But...fear gripped him once again.

The Weaver of Fate.

That woman's terror had long since seeped into the very marrow of every monster beneath this land.

No, absolutely not.

To challenge that woman's authority for the sake of a single piece of material is too risky.

Wootu's reason prevailed again, and he turned around, announcing in an irrefutable, commanding tone.

"You're not allowed to go there either!"

"That's not a good place!"

He looked at the massive, unresponsive body of the city breaker and waved his hand impatiently.

"Forget it, you definitely won't listen to me."

"If I don't keep an eye on you, you'll definitely sneak over there again."

The fertile land made a decision.

"From today onwards, you will stay here and be my assistant for the time being. You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Roar...woo..."

The city breaker's massive body trembled slightly, and a low, aggrieved growl escaped from its chest.

The voice was muffled and suppressed, sounding just like a child whose toys had been confiscated.

But the fertile soil pretended not to hear.

He turned and walked back to the operating table, picked up the rusty bone saw again, and began to process the precious "material".

He needs to make use of this as soon as possible, lest things get complicated.