(Next chapter I will go voer the actual numerical values of the stats and how they come to be. Beware! A bit of math will be lurking in the next chapter. I warned you! Enjoy it anyway, though its pretty short. :D )

'So... That's that then?', I contemplated in the everlasting darkness.

Once again I was back in this strangely familiar yet foreign plane of existence, where I was neither real nor fake, where the only truth was darkness.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, YEARS, passed -or maybe just a few seconds really- before a noticeable change took place.

It was nothing less than a quaking ripping apart the fundamentals of reality, a tremor gripping my soul and shaking it about violently. It was a chaotic upheaval of enormous magnitude, and to be honest I was quite scared.

Listlessly yet terrified I waited for what was about to come, the unknown. World-shaking tremors were exchanged by a malcious vortex that threatened to tear me apart. My body convulsed, whatever my body was at the moment, baulking against the voracious current that pulled me deep into a second void. In instants my body felt limp, mentally tired I gave in to the temptation, to the force that washed me away.

My eyes closed as another form of darkness took over me.

Heavy and tired, the first emotions that came to mind when I pryed open my heavy eyelids. It was still dark, exceptionally dark like inside a sealed off room without exit, a revolting thought. Being imprisoned without escape, I would not wish for that.

It took me a good minute to realize that I was inside something, in a whole lot of different meanings. I was inside a BODY and this body was inside something else that was keeping me confined.

I nearly laughed when I remembered the conversation with God. I was a baby spider for pete's sake! Why did I realize it only now?!

And most certainly, it felt extraordinarily disgusting. Though I willed them not to my four other apendages began to explore the sticky inside of the egg on their own. Curious they, well... I, pressed my legs against the squishy membrane covering the shell, endulging in the springy texture of the tissue and the sense of touch. I really missed that inside the... let's call it... 'True Darkness'.

What I needed to do was already planned, listed and orderly arrayed inside my incredibly small yet potent brain, no I am not a bird brain! Why am I so relaxed?

Anyway, I began to put some force behind my limbs, not only trying to feel the interior but to actually rend it open with all my might! Commencing with light pokes and continuing on with some jabs against the shell I got a wonderful *Crack* sound as response after a few minutes of probing and poking.

It was a crisp clear sound, the first sound I listened to in this foreign and dangerous world. When abominations like me could exist there would be without a doubt even more dangerous creatures out there. This was my first step, a delightful one filled with promises of riches and adventure.

Now, onward!

I charged the eggshell heroically, zeal fueling my every move. It was not the time to hesitate! Freedom awaits!

*BAM!* My small body proprelled against the pallisade of calcite like a mighty battering ram. *BAM!* The heaven defying structure was wavering, the smallest of indentations making itself clear to my tender touch. *BAM!* A crushing blow breached a hole through the wall, but it was not big enough for my hulking physique. *BAM!* Splinters ricocheted everywhere, the unfortunate poleaxed by the sharp smithereens.... What am I doing?

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Back to being serious.

I was so close to opening this damned shell but as I am still a small critter, newly born even, my stamina is not so... ehhhhh... adequate? Yeah, let's leave it at that.

Exhausted mentally and physically, by my insane endeavour, I slumped back into the warm and cozy intestines of my first home in this world. Arbitraily my thoughts wandered towards my old life, what happened to me and the talk with the actual God. It was absolutely fantastic, impossible! But here I am, drifting off into sleep inside the shell of a newborn spider. Was this some kind of wicked game which purpose I had yet to figure out?

'A game! Right!', thunderstruck the sally of genius left me with wide open mouth... ehm... fangs.

God told me about the interface. It surely had to be... No way...

'I...Interface?', I meekly asked, not daring to make a fool out of myself. No response.

'Status?' *SCHOOM!*

Startled I flinched back. 'Those panels are to damn fast!', though I was complaining my eyes were still glued onto the bluish window covering my sights.

STATUSName:NoneLevel:0Race:Ophitula HatchlingAge:19 yearsBODYMINDHP:10/10MP:220/220Vitality:1Intelligence:50Strength:1Wisdom:50Stamina:1Willpower:50Agility:10Tenacity:1.5%NEUTRALDamage:2Charm:0Defense:1Charisma:0

This was an actual, actual, actual game!

But... what are those weak-ass stats? Goddamn! -Please God, forgive me.-

I was not even considered a glasscanon or something like that, I was a piece of bread at most! 2 Damage? That couldn't be good. 1 strength? Could I only lift a pebble or what?

At that time I was kinda oblivious to the fact that I was a newborn spider and had no way to actually know the value of insects, or even humanoids for that matter, in this world. I would have been a hella lot more jubilant had I known that. But at that moment? I was... sad, as if somebody has ripped off my wings that formed the path towards happiness and awesomeness all together. Those stats were, yuk! I don't even want to think about it! Intelligence my ass, where are my OP abilties, racial traits, unqiue titles? Where are they?! Dammit....

Tomorrow first thing in the morning, break free from your shackles. Next step, eat and grow stronger! Bam! That's a plan!