Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Pumpkin.

My footsteps are heavy.

Sometimes I'm tired because I ran all over at full speed, but I'm more shocked than that.

My dear My Home has been lost.

Even if I became a spider, my steel heart, which didn't move when I ate the gettestuff, had a pocky cavity.

Uh, I was going to be prepared that one day I might have to get away from my home, but when it actually comes to that, I'm more shocked than I expected.

I thought there would be a little more respite, but it's also causing more damage.

I wanted to keep my home until I was at least about level 10.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Uh-huh, uh-huh!

All right, I'm done twitching.

Let's change our minds.

Tomorrow, let's decide what to do in the future.

There are several options.

1, Build my next home somewhere else.

Two, keep roaming this dungeon.

3, Aim for the exit of the dungeon.

I guess this is about all I can think of.

Given the safety aspect and all that, I'd just like to select one.

But I dare to dismiss one.

My home is nice.

My clothes and lodgings are filled, and I hardly need to work.

It could be said that it was an ideal paradise.

But with Wallace in that environment, I'm going to get worse and worse.

Mentally, physically.

If I keep hunting safely at my home, I can't deal with it when something unforeseen happens, I'll be a wooden stump.

I realized that about this one.

As it stands now, I have no choice but to run away from someone who can break through a spider's nest.

I can't do that.

Whenever I escape that way, if I'm as depressed as this one, I don't have a kiri.

Most importantly, the destruction of my home has created something to smoke in me.

I don't think I can allow myself to keep running.

Yes, I regretted it.

I have myself compelled to destroy my home, and I can't do anything about it, and I have myself taking it for granted to even run away.

Yeah, yeah, but I'm not the only one thinking about running away.

But why don't you actually run away?

So much regret, so much pity that this body is about to rip!

Run again?

There's no way I can stand that.

My heart will boil down to this point, not only that my home was just a convenient place, but that's all that mattered to me.

In a cliché way, the real place you should be, I guess.

There was no place for me in my previous life.

The family's collapsing, and I'm not familiar with school.

In the game, too, it's a fictional world.

There was no place for me.

Well, I'll leave you where you are! I was reopening it.

My home was a place for me that I created just for me.

There's nothing for anyone, just me.

They took it away.

That is tantamount to plundering the very existence of me.

If I give in here, I'll never be proud again.

Just happy to be alive?

Ha, so I was a raw peaceful Japanese, too.

Living without pride is no different than being dead.

That's what I found out when I stained myself with this one.

My home was lost.

My pride was hurt.

More than that, I have to be strong so that my pride is not tarnished.

To do that, you can't just stick to your new home and hunt safely.

I have to gain experience in action.

When that happens, you either wander around without even hitting the dungeon, or you go for the exit.

Nevertheless, this is blah blah blah. Neither is different.

Because I don't know where the exit is.

In the end, I had no choice but to wander off.

In the first place, I know very little about this dungeon.

I don't even know the name of this dungeon, even though I was born and raised in this dungeon.

I don't even know how big or how difficult the terrain is.

There's so much I don't know.

Hmm?

I think I've had troubles with things I don't know before...

Ahh!

That's right, that's when I took my appraisal skills!

That's right. There was an appraisal.

I couldn't level up in my home anymore, but now that I'm out, I can level up.

If the level goes up, it might add up a little bit, and let's keep appraising it from now on.

So the appraisal begins.

"Labyrinth Walls," "Labyrinth Floors," "Labyrinth Ceilings"

I can't use it as usual.

Uh, but every time I walk, I see one appraisal after another, so I'm sure I'm gaining proficiency.

Ugh, more and more information is pouring into my head, which is a little disgusting.

I have to be a little patient until I get used to it.

When I first appraised a large group of demons, I didn't feel so bad.

Was it because I felt more flashy then disgusted?

Whatever it is, will you wander through the dungeons while appraising for a while?