In front of Annan was an enormous, semi-translucent spider.
Its fangs reached nearly twenty meters high at their tallest point, about the height of a four-story building. It resembled a jade-colored Black Widow—not a deity, but the spider's name.
Inside the spider's fangs and its abdomen was a semi-translucent murky liquid. Its abdomen bore about seventy chaotic V-shaped marks, looking like dense and chaotic scars exuding ominous black qi.
Annan recognized it... Those were the sacred light marks of the deity of poison and spiders, "Black Widow."
Its six eyes were coldly watching Annan.
From those eyes, Annan clearly felt a human's emotionally charged, icy stare.
The reason there were six... was that one pair was closed.
Where was the last pair?
The answer was self-evident.
"Nice to meet you."
Annan lifted his head, unfazed, and smiled.
"Should I call you Glover... or Deword?"
[You may call me Glover.]
