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Formatting/Extras: APM
Original Translation: Blastron
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Today is another blissfully lazy day. Ahhh, my home is so luxurious! Food just wanders right into my lap and my webs keep the riffraff out, so I can sleep peacefully even in this dangerous dungeon. I’ve covered the hard stone floor with a fluffy bed of threads, so sleeping is super comfortable. My daily routine basically just consists of lazing around and spinning thread. Ahh, bliss.
Thinking about it, my previous life was quite hectic! I didn’t think much about it at the time, but, seriously, only four hours of sleep? I woke up super early to go to school, and stayed up playing video games until I could barely stay up at all. That was my life, huh… I really loved playing games, but now that I look back on it, I wonder if maybe I was doing it because I felt like I had to.
I was one of the top players in that MMO, even though I was only a free player! I might have felt like I needed to live up to my reputation, and that might have pushed me past my capacity. Living up to other people’s expectations, though? What a joke! That’s just raw self-conceit. I don’t really give a shit about other people. I mean, well, that’s what I thought, but maybe even I had some faint traces of human emotion, even if I’m only finding out about it in hindsight.
But, now, in my new life, I have nothing meaningful to do at all! I feel like I’ve finally thrown off my shackles. When I started out, I was a little worried that I’d go crazy from all the free time, but it looks like I was just overthinking things. Sure, I might not have MMOs to occupy my free time, but it’s not like I’m bored out of my skull.
Somehow, it looks like my standards of happiness are a little bit lower compared to other people’s. Seriously, just being alive is great! I don’t have to worry about food or shelter, which is extremely great! I would be perfectly content living my entire life like this. I don’t really know how long spiders live, though.
Unfortunately, as much as I would hope otherwise, it’s basically guaranteed that something is going to force me out of my home. It could be some unexpected event, a change in the environment, or something awful breaking through my nest. I don’t know just what it will be, but I know it’s got to be coming. It’s inevitable. I should make sure I’m ready.
Yeah, okay! I said it! I said I would get myself ready! But this is way! Too! Soon!
Before my panicked eyes, one of the entrances to my home is catching fire. I had been gradually drifting off to sleep, but suddenly I saw flames start to rise. The home I had put so much effort into building was slowly being consumed by a sea of flame. Is my much-vaunted invincible thread weak to fire?!
What started the fire, though? That’s easy: a human. Standing before the flames is a human man. A man, holding a torch. A torch that almost certainly was used to set my web ablaze.
This is bad. I can’t really see it through the flames, but behind that man I can make out the forms of even more people. This fire can’t have been an accident. They were totally on a lookout for spiderwebs. If that’s the case, then they must be on the lookout for the spider monster inside it. Me.
If I stay here, I’ve got only two options: be swallowed by the flames or be cornered by the humans. Either way, I wind up dead. Luckily, the flames haven’t reached where I am yet, so I can leave through one of the other entrances. I don’t think the humans would be able to catch up to me if I did that.
I look around my home one last time. I’ve spent most of my life here, since I was reincarnated. I poured my sweat and tears into building it. I discovered so many things here, both good and bad. It had kept me safe for so long! I’ve spent so much time in it that I might even love it even more than I did my room in my previous life.
I take off, running away from the fire, skillfully slipping through my complicated network of spiderwebs. This is it, the last web. Once I pass this, there’s no turning back. Once I pass this, there’s nowhere safe to run to anymore.
Even so, without hesitating, I dive under my final web. I suppress the urge to turn around and look. For now, I must get as far away from here as I can.
And thus, I was driven from my home.
This might be a bit of a digression, but the adventurers that chased me away didn’t burn down my entire nest. The center was left largely unscathed, and in it they found the stockpile of fine silk balls I had been spinning. The adventurers retrieved it from the dungeon, and the clothes made from my silk fetched an absurdly high price. The king of a fairly major country even purchased some of it, which made the news.
I only found out about this much later, of course.
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