When I wake up, I’ve become a little earth boa in another world.
The bad news: I’ve been caught and locked in a cage.
The good news: the people who caught me are a pair of sisters, and they’re both pretty weak...
I meant to eat them, but through a twist of fate, I ended up forming an embarrassingly close bond with them.
As the days pass, I grow stronger and stronger, even though I started out as nothing more than a little earth boa.
But my transformation also attracts more and more human martial artists.
They covet me, hate me, and fear me. Only the sisters who were there from the beginning...
Spiritual qi revives, all things evolve, and the choice is to eat or be eaten. That is the question!
There is no sense of being a monster at all. The more I look at it, the more strange it becomes. Is the author a love brain? It's so useless. I can't write a monster novel even if I can't describe the characteristics of a monster at all. I'm not writing from the perspective of a monster at all.
There is nothing interesting about this novel. The back part says that I am afraid that I am going to fall in love.
There is no sense of being a monster at all. The more I look at it, the more strange it becomes. Is the author a love brain? It's so useless. I can't write a monster novel even if I can't describe the characteristics of a monster at all. I'm not writing from the perspective of a monster at all. There is nothing interesting about this novel. The back part says that I am afraid that I am going to fall in love.
Too humane