Somewhere in the courtyard of the Centauri Castle.

The Spider King thrust his hand forward, the motion sending his royal cape into a dramatic flutter. “It’s your time to shine, Spider Navigator. [Evolve]!” His palm surged with power, the energy pulsing through him and into the awaiting spider.

The tiny and cute spider exploded in a brilliant burst of purple light, a spectacle that filled the courtyard with an arcane glow.

The Spider King staggered, his legs wobbling beneath him as the mana drain hit him. “Oof… It’s been a while since I’ve dipped into the negative.” His voice came strained with exhaustion but also anticipation. This evolution had devoured every last drop of his mana, thousands of MP vanishing in an instant.

[Warning! ChaosBlessed activated.]

“???” The Spider King's brow furrowed. ChaosBlessed? Now? Of course it had activated! That blasted perk had a knack for activating when you least expected it—and when its interference was likely to herald something far more unpredictable.

He turned his gaze back to the blinding light, hope flaring within him despite the ominous sign. The activation always heralded great changes. But whether it was for better or worse, he had yet to determine.

Before his eyes, the tiny and adorable spider was already shifting, growing. He could feel her gathering the raw, surging energy, sculpting it into something greater. The dazzling purple light began to dim, slowly revealing what lay beneath, her new form coalescing in the aftermath of the evolution.

And then, as the brilliance subsided, the Spider King’s breath caught in his throat.

What stood before him now wasn’t the petite, cute creature he had known. No, this was something far beyond even his wildest expectations—a figure so magnificent and spidery that the words seemed inadequate to describe her.

The Spider King blinked once… twice… a third time… His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and—was his heart racing?

Of course it was. How could it not, when standing before him was the very embodiment of power, beauty, grace and elegance? He took a good look at the Spider Navigator.

Her torso, sleek and feminine, flowed gracefully into a pair of finely tapered legs­—four in total—each a testament to her new form’s grace and agility. At the core of her figure, her abdomen swelled into a strikingly voluptuous shape, reminiscent of a delicate hourglass. Flanking her shapes her exoskeleton shimmered like polished obsidian, each segment glinting with a dark, iridescent hue that shifted from deep purple to midnight. This glossy surface resembled the mer scales, each plate a jewel unto itself. The other parts of her body yielded to soft skin, still midnight black but no less shiny and glistening. These bulbous portions were where the true magic of her transformation resided.

Incorporated into her elegant form was a set of lethal weapons—two perfect, shapely implements that glistened with a deadly sheen. Propped by her arms, they jumped out from her figure, pointy and elegant, capable of delivering a swift, lethal strike. The deadly set embodied both beauty and danger, it complemented her enchanting visage, a stark reminder that this spider had the capacity for utter destruction.

And yet, the lethal set had an equal rival. Perhaps it was even the crowning glory of her spidery physique. She had those magnificent curves of the spidery behind. It was shaped like a perfectly sculpted fruit, round and full, inviting and tantalizing. Its form was so captivating that it could draw the gaze of even the most aloof. It was a perfect symbol of a spider.

A slight motion caused a subtle jiggle of her spidery and not-so-spidery parts. It was both alluring and mesmerising, embodying the softness that beckoned to be touched. The hypnotic jiggle exuded an inviting warmth that encouraged affection. With each moment, the slightest breath she took, there was a delightful bounce, a gentle sway that created an alluring dance, making her not just captivating in appearance but also in touch.

Her face, too, was a portrait of beauty, with sharp angles softened by the smoothness of her features. Four cute eyes glimmered like yellow gemstones, their depths were rich with colour, radiating intelligence and secrets untold. And at the corners of her plump lips was a set of no less cute mandibles. She had an irresistible smile on her face, radiating an aura where you couldn’t help but smile back.

Even more, there was something about her scent. It was an intoxicating blend of sweetness and poison, enveloping her entire form like an invisible cloak. It wafted through the air, reminiscent of blooming BluePettal flowers and rich jungle scent, invoking an urge to inhale deeply, to savor this spidery fragrance that whispered of forbidden promise. The scent alone was capable to trap any lesser man, no webs were needed.

In her evolution, the Spider Navigator became a creature of exquisite complexity—a spider embodying the brilliance of dazzling light, the thrill of danger, the gravitas of shape, the allure of fragrance, the softness of touch, and the art of binding. She was a masterpiece, a captivating force that threatened to draw Spider King into her world, ensnaring him with a promise of something forbidden and irresistible. Each part, each power, was woven into her very being, crafting a web of perfection. She would stand as the most enchanting spider to ever grace the realm, a creature destined to capture the hearts of all who liked cute and spidery.

“Spider King, don’t stand there like a fly bound in thread. Say something.” The Spider Navigator gave him The Look, her four glittering eyes flashing with playful challenge.

“UwU!!!” The Spider King blurted something completely incomprehensible, his hands reaching out, trembling, toward her shimmering form.

“Ki-ki-ki!” She chirped a soft giggle.

It was unbefitting of him, but he couldn’t stop. His mind, his body—they were utterly captivated, caught in the delicate web of her charm.

“Oh my, I feel trapped! What is this magic? What have you done to me!?”

“Ki-ki-ki!” She teased again, her chirp a soothing melody.

“I can’t… I can’t resist!” he gasped, his hands grazing her body. The sensation was overwhelming—her body, shimmering in its obsidian segments, was soft to the touch, too soft, like the finest silk he’d ever felt. “The glimmer, the shine…” What is this almost deadly attraction? “And then—this magnificent shape, these curves... and that intoxicating scent?”

Her fragrance—rich and almost sweet, like something forbidden—invaded his senses. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn't stop marveling at the delicate bounce in her form, the enticing softness that seemed to draw him deeper and deeper.

“Ki-ki-ki… don’t stop…” she whispered, her voice a low chirp of satisfaction. Every move she made seemed calculated, each slight jiggle, each delicate shift in her weight, making her impossible to resist.

“A-ah!!!” The Spider King exclaimed as something darted between them.

“No, no, no! Rule breaker!” chirped a spidery voice. It was the spider peacekeeper, hopping on its legs, brandishing a peacekeeper's stick menacingly. “Your uniform? Your clothes?” The spider's voice rose, looking at the Spider Navigator, accusation burning in its eyes.

“M-my…” The Spider Navigator stammered, a flush creeping above her mandibles. “They tore away… It’s not my fault!”

Indeed, the remnants of what had once been her Navigator Uniform lay in tattered shreds at her feet, completely unable to contain the stunning new form she had evolved into. Hastily, the spider peacekeeper spun a roll of blue cloth, draping it over her, hiding her magnificence away.

“A-ah…” the Spider King sighed, his shoulders drooping in defeat. “Sometimes we should be able to bend the rules, don’t you think?”

“No!!!” the peacekeeper chirped, smacking its stick against the cobbles with finality.

Yet, perhaps it was for the best. A moment longer, and the Spider King feared he would’ve been completely ensnared, bound to her with something far stickier than any web—something… forbidden. He swallowed hard, his heart still racing.

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“Okay, Spider Navigator,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “Let’s get you a new uniform. Something cute to match your new form.”

With a playful, knowing smile, the Spider Navigator nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she spun a little in place, casting the web of her charms around him once again. The King could already feel it tightening again.

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Monster Race: Primordial

Variant: Spider Navigator (Cute)

Magic Affinity: None

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HP:200

MP:200

STA:200

Active Perks

[ScentCharm], [Enthral], [BindingThread], [LethalStrike], [Map]

Passive Perks

[BriliantExosceleton], [LethalSet], [SpideryMagnificent], [SpiderPheromones], [FriendlyBounciness], [MonsterFertility], [PerfectNavigation]

[Beauty +2]

Resistances

[Dark Resistance: Medium], [Charm Resistance: Medium],

[Fire Weakness: Medium], [Light Weakness: Lesser]

…

The Galleon Whale glided majestically through the skies, its massive bulk heavy with precious CentauriCheese destined for the distant east. Aboard the floating vessel, the Spider King watched the Spider Navigator, whose deft hands and delicate touch guided the ship across the heavens. Her magnificent form was a sight to behold, a lethal beauty that mesmerized him with every sway and jiggle.

The ship slowed, pulling into the docking platform carved into the face of Oberon Mountain. The Spider King’s gaze lingered on the overly cute spider one last time, a flicker of melancholy tugging at his heart. It was time to depart, though he found it hard to tear himself away from her spidery presence.

“Thank you for the ride,” a faint smile pulled at his lips as he stepped away from the deck.

“it was my utmost pleasure,” she replied, giving a playful wink.

With a final nod, he whispered a command: “[ShadowWalk].” The shadows rippled and swallowed him, his form vanishing into the tunnel that led deep within the mountain.

He re-emerged moments later into the familiar cavern, the musky air thick with the smell of damp earth and fungi. Yet beneath it all, he detected the unmistakable scent of Nature magic—a heady blend of life and decay. The cavern was an immense fungal forest, towering mushrooms with glowing caps cast eerie lights that danced on the slick stone walls. Everywhere, mushrooms puffed and spat clouds of spores, the air thick with their magical essence. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the tall, swirling clouds of DarkSpores, the very substance he needed to fulfil one of his side quests.

As he navigated the cavern, careful not to disturb the many alchemical fungi, his foot nearly squashed a tiny mushroom-like figure that sprang to life and darted away. Myconids, the living denizens of the cave, scuttled and fled before him, their tiny forms bobbing along as they made their way to a central chamber. The Spider King felt a tug of curiosity—he had a hunch where they were headed.

It didn’t take long before he found himself at the heart of the Myconid Court, where the grand, regal figure of the Myconid Queen awaited him. Clad in her flowing white gown, she stood gracefully among the glowing fungi, her presence as enchanting as ever. Seeing him, she puffed a cloud of pink spores into the air, and with a flick of her wrist, she conjured a mushroom stool beside her.

"Ah, 'tis a most welcome surprise, mine old friend," she intoned, her voice as ancient as the earth itself. "I did not expect to gaze upon thy spidery visage this day."

The Spider King took his seat, offering a smile. "I hope I haven’t disturbed anything important?"

“Disturb?” HSheer smiled puffing a delicate cloud of pink spores. “Nay, thou art never a disturbance. In truth, it doth please me greatly. But methinks thy presence doth portend more than mere pleasantries.”

“You assume correctly. I have come with a proposal.” He glanced past her, surveying the confines of her domain. “I want to expand your cavern.”

“Oh mine…” She puffed another cloud of pink, fanning it away with her gloved hand. “So forthright, I do like it. But how large is it?

“Big, four times, no…” he paused raising his finger. “…ten times, yes. Ten times bigger than this. What do you say? Can you handle that?”

"That is much to taketh in… yet I do enjoy the challenge. When dost we begin?"

“As soon as possible?”

“So eager art thou…” she puffed a thick mist of pink. “I must admit, I do like it.”

“Well then, I shall bring the kobolds at once—”

A hand grasped his arm. "Before thou dost start," she emitted a cloud of cold blue. "There is a matter I must mention."

“Hmm? What is it?”

"'Tis quite embarrassing…"

Serious, he leaned in closer. “There’s no need for embarrassment between friends. Tell me.”

"…" With a puff of more blue, she continued. "I hath a minor infestation down there… centipedes. They may trouble thee during thy expansion attempts."

“Centipedes, you say?" He grinned, raising his chin higher. “I’ve seen worse than centipedes. They won’t hinder me.”

Her fingers grazed his arm, a lingering touch. “Thou art most brave, I do like it,” her hand moved to point. "Their nest lies yonder, deep within this tunnel. I prithee, cleanse it thoroughly."

"Consider it done," he strode forth, careful not to tread upon the small gooba-like creatures that swarmed to their queen as if attracted by something.

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The Spider King here wasn’t going to tackle this cavern expansion alone. Why would he, when he had such capable helpers? With a Drow FireWalker on his left and another on his right, the Spider King strode into the damp and overgrown tunnel, its walls slick with an unholy mixture of decayed fungi and slime. The air was fouled with the thick scent of decay.

Each drow gripped a FlameThrover, their fingers coiled tight around the trigger as they moved ahead of the Spider King. Fire spat from the nozzles, licking up the tunnel walls and consuming the slimy rot that clotted the passage. The flames turned the clots to blackened ash in an instant, clearing the path.

Trailing behind them, a group of kobolds shuffled along, their sharp claws at the ready. They would expand the tunnel, break through the stone, and dig deeper as soon as the path was cleared. But first, the fire. Always the fire.

A second burst of flame roared from the nozzles, and with it came the sound they had all been waiting for: a screech, shrill and monstrous, echoing from the depths of the tunnel.

“Centipedes…” The drow on the left rasped, her voice a dry whisper in the shadows. “I love the scent of their sizzling flesh,” her eyes gleamed with savage glee.

“Yes,” the other drow hissed, licking her lips as she turned her gaze down the tunnel. “Rot aside, It smells almost like the burgers at the Spidery Delicious™.”

The Spider King’s brow lifted at the mention. “Centipede Burgers? I haven’t tried them yet.”

Another screech echoed through the tunnel, this one louder, more desperate. A blast of fire followed, the flames illuminating the passage ahead, revealing the writhing mass of segmented bodies fleeing into the darkness.

The drow grinned wickedly, the flames casting a spooky shadow across her face. “You haven’t? It’s a must.”

“Yeah!” the other drow chimed in. “You should totally come with us after we finish here.”

The Spider King nodded in agreement, but the moment of levity was short-lived. The kobolds had begun their digging, their claws scraping against the stone walls, sending loose rocks and dirt crumbling to the floor. Another burst of fire, another screech, then silence.

Then…

The tunnel walls trembled.

An ear-piercing cry tore through the air, so loud it sent shockwaves down the stones, stunning the Drow and Kobolds alike. A thick mist of miasma flooded in from the depths ahead, afflicting everyone with a debuff.

The Spider King frowned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the dark passage ahead. Whatever lay in the depths had been disturbed—and it was far more dangerous than the centipedes they had been sizzling.

From deep within the tunnel, something stirred. The sound of countless legs scuttling against stone. It was followed by the unmistakable echo of something far larger shifting in the shadows. The tunnel seemed to vibrate with animosity, a foul, monstrous presence awakening from its slumber.

The drow on his left tightened her grip on the FlameThrover, her grin faltering. “That… That was no mere centipede.”

“No,” the Spider King murmured, a flicker of excitement dancing on his face. “It wasn’t.”

The scuttling grew louder, closer, and with it came the overwhelming sense of dread that something ancient—something foul—was crawling deep inside the cavernous depths.