Ming stands at the foot of his own mountain, looking up at the shimmering white spider webs that cover the entire mountain. The spider silk has reached a shocking thickness of two fingers.
Is this...all the work of spiders?
How much nutrition does it need to be able to do this?
At this moment, a huge, greenish spider, it's back covered with bony spikes, each of its limbs 2 meters long, and with six pairs of eyes, walked to the left. The spider looked at Ming and raised its forelimbs, dragging the spider web.
[Merlin, lying in the hollow of your collarbone, tells you that this spider is saying you're blocking the way and asks you to move...otherwise, it will wrap you up as food first, then inject poison, and drink your liquefied organs as a beverage~]
