"Invaders must die. Death shall smile upon those who desecrate our land."

My name is Sally-Anne, and I was born and raised in this beautiful land filled with shining stones. Food was plentiful, and we lived a very good life with my family, even though some big creatures with pointy ears used to make a lot of noise breaking rocks or making them explode. After each explosion, they would collect some of the debris and continue digging deep into the wall, sometimes the ground.

It all happened in one night, that fateful day when all of a sudden, the amount of mana rapidly increased. After the big shaking, everyone was okay. My parents and others went out hunting, and they never returned. We had to eat our kind in order to survive. It was painful, but we had to live. Did I also mention I am from the black spider clan, and our specialty is acidic venom?

After our reconnaissance team returned and reported that there are at least thirty types of monster species living in the surrounding areas, this was their report: Upper floors housed weak slimes, followed by horned rabbits, then black wolves, silver wolves, and red wolves, funny-looking green things, the steel bear clan, dragons, and many more. "How dare they invade and kill our families!" From that day, we attacked the weakest monsters in the upper floors, leaving no survivors. The more we fought and killed, the stronger we became. We killed, killed, killed, and killed until only the bear clan, green clan, and dragon clan were left.

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After some time, the bear clan could not handle our wrath, and I heard they fled to the upper floors. I became addicted to fighting; war filled me with joy. The faces of despair from my enemies made me go into heat. When I arrived home, I would mate with the strongest, and at the climax, I would decapitate him. Damn, I really loved that man.

Our next plan was to attack the green creatures. However, they lived quite far and laid traps and fought in a cowardly manner, which would waste our time. So we might as well attack our dragon neighbors. However, after the first attack, many of my comrades died, and others were heavily injured. I did not participate in the battle because I had to guard the brood.

Until one day when that dragon bastard killed our unborn offspring. It was as if God was on my side when I rushed out of my home to avenge the young spiders. I knew I was no match for the dragons, but rage took over, and hatred gave me power. In front of my eyes, I saw two dragons die, and at that moment, I knew the god of death was on our side. The battle was glorious, and finally, the dragons were dead. However, I do not think I would survive either. I caught a glimpse of the god of death smiling at me and saying something I did not understand. I bet he is praising me for my bravery.

"Let the world fall into chaos as justice departs from it."