Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I still devour laziness today.

Uh, it looks like my home.

The meal comes from the other side on its own, and security is perfect, so you can sleep well in some dangerous dungeons.

The hard floor is covered with soft yarn, making it ideal for sleeping.

Relax in the gobble as you yarn that is becoming routine.

Uh, happiness.

I thought I was pretty busy living every day in my previous life.

I wasn't aware of that, but now that I think about it, what about an average sleep of four hours?

My life cycle in my previous life is when I wake up in the morning, go to school, and when I'm done, I come home and even play games, and sleep where my late-night drowsiness peaks.

Because it was such a life.

I enjoyed playing the game, but now that I think about it, I didn't have to feel obligated to do it.

I feel like I was beyond my capacity trying to live up to the pride and ambient expectations of being a nettle-charged but mixed with top players.

It feels like I'm joking about meeting expectations around me.

Only my pride.

I don't care about other people's eyes.

That's what I thought, but that's just the kind of human feeling I had after I started living this life.

So when I tried living a life where I had nothing to do in the true sense of the present, I had the liberation of throwing everything out and doing it.

At first, I had anxiety that I might not be able to stand it in my spare time, but I felt worried.

An environment without the internet or games is certainly free, but it's not unbearable.

Hi. I seem to have a lower standard of happiness than normal people.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. That's all I'd be happy to do if I could live.

Life is happier now than ever before, when food and shelter are guaranteed.

So much so that I think I'll just spend the rest of my life here.

I don't know how long you have as a spider either.

I just think I do, but I guess I'll have to leave this myhome someday.

Unforeseen events, changes in the environment, the emergence of powerful enemies that will break the nest.

I don't know when, but I think that time will come.

There is nothing unchanged.

So let's be prepared for that time to come.

I made up my mind, but it's too soon!

I'm not ready!

At the end of my sight in a hurry is one of the entrances to my flaming home.

Where I was sleeping with utout, my firehand suddenly rose.

My home, which I have created so diligently, is gradually consumed by the sea of fire without any resistance.

My spider yarn, which boasted invincibility, turned out to be just weak on fire.

But why all of a sudden a fireman?

I knew the answer right away.

People.

There was a human man behind the fire.

There is a pine light in his hand.

You must have used that fire to burn my home.

Not good.

I don't really see it blocked by fire, but I also see some people behind men.

I don't think it's a coincidence that I lit it.

Obviously, it would be a spider's nest alert behavior.

Then you must also recognize that there is a spider demon named me in the back of the nest.

If we stay here, we have only two choices: die in fire, or die hunted down by humans.

Fortunately, the firehand hasn't even reached me yet, and if we get out of the other escape route, we shouldn't be caught up by humans.

I only look around my home once more.

I've spent the majority of my time here since I was reincarnated.

It was created with great diligence.

It was also in this place that I made all sorts of discoveries, and each time I was overjoyed.

It was also this place that kept me for so long.

If I did poorly, I might be more attached to my room than I was in my previous life.

That's all I've spent my thick time in this place.

I ran out.

in the opposite direction to the firehand.

Through the intricately stretched spider's nest, cleverly.

Last net.

If you cross there, you'll never come back to this place again.

There's nowhere to be safe anymore if you cross there.

Still, I dive the last net without hesitation.

I got the urge to look back, but I won't do that.

Think about running a little farther now.

Thus I was to be pursued by My Home.

For the record, the adventurers who set fire to my home then discovered a ton of my yarn balls, which were left in the center of my home.

Luckily there was no firehand around that far, and they recovered it.

They said clothes made from that yarn were traded for a hell of a lot of money.

They even bought it from the king of this country inside, so you think it was discussed for a time?

It was much later that I would come to know that fact.