You woke up from a dark corner, just an insignificant LV1 baby spider
Your fangs are still tender, y
our silk threads are thin and weak, and wherever you can see, there is a crisis
The winged venomous bee can pierce your shell, the swift lizard treats you as a snack, and even the shadow of fallen leaves hides a killing intent
But you know, there's only one law in this decaying forest
Devouring or becoming bait food
