The moment Nagami and C.C. entered this world, the abilities granted by the "Fated Ones" system immediately kicked in, connecting them to this world's underlying system framework.
Their existence was partially converted into numerical values, and a new form of fundamental energy unique to this planet—MA Energy—was born within them.
Unfortunately, before they could even check their stats, they ended up tangled in a sturdy web.
They didn't know for sure it was Shiraori's web, but they had their suspicions.
After all, their "teleport drop" location was set to land near a fellow group member.
But in a deadly labyrinth like this, Nagami wasn't about to stake his life on luck alone.
Even though he was known for his absurdly good luck, Nagami wasn't reckless.
It would've been beyond embarrassing to die a few times to low-level monsters right after arriving.
A dignified isekai traveler like himself—equipped with foreknowledge, heightened awareness, and a golden finger in the form of a multiverse-linked chat group—losing his first life to mere trash mobs?
Unthinkable.
The first priority, obviously, was getting out of the web and finding a relatively safe spot to study the system panel. Staying put was just asking to die.
What he didn't expect, though, was that just as he started to move, Shiraori came skittering over.
The moment he saw that familiar white figure, he finally relaxed.
Nagami flicked her forehead with a quick hand chop, rolling his eyes at the spider's attempt to look cute. "Don't even try it, you didn't even turn on the beauty filter!"
"By the way, Nagami, who's this...?"
Shiraori hadn't just now noticed C.C.—it was simply that she finally had the mental capacity to question the identity of the green-haired beauty, after being hit with surprise after surprise from Nagami.
She quickly ruled out the possibility of C.C. being another chat group member.
All of them had their avatars and appearances documented in the anime and game material Nagami had uploaded.
So… someone from his original world?
Could she be… his girlfriend? Someone close enough to be entrusted with the chat group's secret?
The white spider tilted her head and tapped her forehead with a foreleg, her many red eyes blinking in confusion as she looked at Nagami.
"Oh, her? She's—"
"I'm Nagami," C.C. cut in seamlessly, right on cue.
There was no reason to keep the two-bodies-one-soul thing a secret from a group member.
Even if Shiraori found out, it wouldn't cause Nagami any problems.
And frankly, pretending to talk to C.C. all the time would get really awkward—like he was just talking to himself.
"Huh???"
The word "confused" was written all over Shiraori's face.
All eight pinkish-red eyes went wide with bafflement.
The situation had clearly gone so far off the rails that she couldn't even process it.
She stared blankly at the smiling black-haired boy, then turned her gaze to the green-haired girl with the matching smile.
Even in her spider form, the shock was obvious.
"Put simply: one soul, two bodies," Nagami explained.
As he spoke, C.C. casually brushed some dirt off his shoulder and adjusted his collar.
"Just like now—both bodies are me."
"Wha…" Shiraori's brain just gave up.
Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, as if trying to confirm something.
"Why didn't you ever mention this before?"
"Let's find a safe place to settle down first. I'll explain everything after," Nagami said, glancing around the dark, dungeon-like surroundings.
This definitely wasn't the place for a heart-to-heart.
"Ooh! Follow me—we can talk at my place~!"
Shiraori cheerfully gathered up the gifts Nagami had brought and turned around to lead the way.
"Uh… hey, wait up!" Nagami and C.C. immediately took off after her, struggling to keep up with the white blur zooming ahead.
Nagami could tell that Shiraori was already holding back her speed for their sake.
But let's not forget: the unique skill granted to her by the chaotic god D was Wind God's Legs—a cheat-tier ability focused entirely on speed.
This was the skill that had saved her countless times early on.
Her philosophy was simple: if you can't win, just run. And no monster of her level could catch up to her.
Still… how the hell was she sprinting like that with such a massive bundle of gear strapped to her?
Do little spider monsters have that much strength?
Then again, Nagami figured, if someone had handed him a duffel bag full of cash right before he got isekai'd, he probably would've run even faster than she did.
He yanked his wandering thoughts back in line and focused on following the scuttling white silhouette ahead.
"Tadaa~ Welcome to Spider-chan's house!"
As they stepped into a cozy little den made entirely of gleaming white spider silk, Shiraori began her enthusiastic welcome ceremony.
"You did a great job, looks like you put a lot of effort into this"
Nagami flopped lazily into a couch-chair made of soft silk, crossing his legs as he casually looked around. His voice was full of admiration.
The place was a bit small for a human, of course—it had been built to Shiraori's scale, and she was still in her small spider monster phase.
Although, by Earth standards, she was definitely more "monster" than "small spider."
"Hehe~ Took me a whole day to build, you know! Plus, I've got monitoring threads all over the place. The moment something gets caught, I'll know immediately!"
Shiraori's voice was full of pride, and her expression practically beamed with satisfaction.
"Alright then, Miss Shiraori, now's your chance to ask all the questions you want." Nagami stretched with a yawn, hands behind his head, and looked at the upright white spider.
"Okay! Nagami-sensei, I have a question~!"
She raised a leg like a student in class, her tone now perfectly matching how she talked in the group chat.
While Nagami was busy answering Shiraori's questions, C.C. had quietly stepped outside the house.
She lazily flopped onto the webbed bed next to the little home, staring blankly at the cavern's dark ceiling, lost in thought.
Her status screen hovered in her mind:
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Race: ??? | Level: 1 | Name: Nagami | ???: C.C.
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'How… minimal.'
The race section was still unknown!
That likely meant the system determined race based on the soul.
After all, aside from the soul that had begun to evolve thanks to the fusion process, Nagami's physical traits were completely human.
But why couldn't she see any detailed information?
C.C. rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
Wait a minute—her eyes suddenly widened as the answer hit her.
She hadn't even unlocked any skills yet! Realizing this, she instinctively called out in her mind:
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[System, how many skill points do I have?]
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There was no need to ask aloud.
If a proper transmigrator didn't even know how to use the basic game system, she might as well bash her head into the nearest web and call it a day.
Sure enough, a moment later, a cold, mechanical female voice echoed in her mind:
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[You currently have 0 skill points.]
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Her eyes snapped open in disbelief, her face twisting into utter confusion.
She stared at the floating message in front of her and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
'What the hell? Is this discrimination or outright sabotage?'
Was this some trick from D?
Not even a token 100 points?!
After calming down and thinking things through more rationally, C.C. ruled that out.
She suddenly remembered an important detail: in this world, skill points were supposedly linked to the soul—or more precisely, converted from the soul itself.
And if the system couldn't even recognize her soul's identity, then of course it couldn't convert anything into usable skill points.
So… she'd just have to rely on herself for now.
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Back inside the house, Nagami's mini lecture was in full swing when he suddenly interrupted it.
"Hey, Shiro. Try using Appraisal on me."
"Eh? Why?" Shiraori tilted her head, confused.
But even as she questioned it, she didn't hesitate to act.
She obediently activated the skill, casting Appraisal on Nagami.
She wanted to keep pressing for a reason, but her attention was quickly stolen by the boy's eyes.
Beautiful, spinning purple hexagrams stared back at her.
Nagami's hand extended, palm up. And standing nearby, C.C.'s pupils—now glowing with the same hexagram pattern—locked onto her own outstretched hand, gazing intently.
"Ohh~ I can see it now."
A delighted smile bloomed on her face. C.C. was falling more and more in love with the power of her Alpha Stigma.
This ability was practically cheat-code material!
"Well then… Appraisal, activate!"
Unlike the automated spellcasting done through the system, C.C. was casting this ability purely on her own.
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Race: ??? | Level: 1 | Name: Nagami | ???: C.C.
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HP: 46 MP: 266 SP: 46
Attack: 47 Defense: 36 Magic: 71
Resistance: 36 Speed: 45
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