How can I live in a world like this! I’m going home!

Since becoming humanoid, stares from others have been unbearable.

Ah… frustration.

It’s hard to stay calm when someone’s looking at me like that.

Especially men.

Don’t you think it’s rude to look at a face first, then scan the body’s shape?

I wear loose robes to avoid drawing attention, but there are limits to that.

Sometimes eyes linger on the exposed neck—each time, a shiver runs down my spine.

I’m a spider, after all.

I knew about neck fetishes, but never thought I’d be the target.

Is my hairstyle to blame?

Is the three-strand braid making my neck more visible? That’s probably it.

Should I let it down?

But then I’d look too much like her.

Is there a way to distract attention… so no one focuses on me?

Hmm?

Could it be done?

Wait—actually, isn’t that fairly simple?

Wasn’t camouflage skill like that?

The skill’s gone, but a similar magic could be crafted as a substitute, right?

Immediately command the clone body to develop camouflage magic.

Do your best, clone body.

Continue traveling this way.

Slowly, but steadily, skill replication is progressing.

Thanks to the clone body’s efforts.

That clone body, though—once surplus energy accumulates, increase the number.

The egg-laying skill is gone, but creating clone bodies doesn’t require such complexity.

Just sever a body part, knead it, and it’s done.

Lost body parts regenerate when needed.

Consumes energy, so can’t keep producing endlessly.

Currently, producing around one hundred bodies per day.

The more there are, the higher the efficiency. We intend to keep increasing the number.

The incident occurred.

It occurred during a stop in a certain town.

The Demon Lord said he would soon run out of travel funds, so he’d withdraw money from the Adventurer’s Guild.

The Adventurer's Guild apparently handles tasks similar to a bank.

The Demon Lord is said to be hoarding money.

Incidentally, the Demon Lord is also registered as an adventurer.

She rarely engages in activities, they say, because word spreads instantly when she puts forth genuine effort.

I had a slight interest in the Adventurer’s Guild, so I decided to accompany them.

Adventurer's Guild—just another fantasy cliché landmark. You’ve gotta visit it once, right?

I visited the adventurer's guild with such lightness, and a tragedy occurred.

Oh, look at you—quite the sight, aren’t you?

A man, drunk on wine, suddenly approached.

First-time visit to the adventurer's guild—observing the interior with interest proved detrimental.

Additionally, underestimating the threat due to belief in my own divine status, assuming ordinary humans could not harm me, was a mistake.

Thus, I failed to notice the drunk adventurer approaching without hostility.

By the time I realized it, his arm was already draped over my shoulder.

Unaccustomed to physical contact, the mere touch caused my body to stiffen instantly.

This is my weakness—despite strength, I am a complete novice in martial arts.

The inability to swiftly throw him off is regrettable.

Encouraged by my reaction, the drunkard grew bolder.

He groped me.

"Ah! Lean type, huh?"

He groped me again.

First time in my life—being touched like this.

In a situation like this, should I normally turn red and scream “Ah!”?

Perhaps that would be the correct response. But I could not do such a thing.

Instead, I turned pale and collapsed.

When I regained consciousness, I was lying in the adventurers’ guild’s rest room.

Next to me stood the Demon King.

“Are you alright?”

The Demon King’s expression showed one part concern, nine parts anxiety.

That look—worrying whether I would lose control.

I wouldn’t do anything so absurd.

Nodding, I replied.

Yes, I’m fine.

Just a little groping.

Nothing at all. Nothing whatsoever.

A knock at the door.

The drunkard from earlier entered.

Zzat—before I knew it, I had retreated all the way to the corner of the ceiling.

I’m not scared.

Not at all! Not one bit!

“See? You’re scared because you did something like that.”

Another man appeared behind the drunkard and struck his head without mercy.

"Sorry. Seriously sorry."

The drunkard, now sobered and transformed into a mercenary, bowed deeply and apologized.

Fine. I get it. I forgive you. Just leave quickly.

Get away from me.

Over there.

Shish!

The Demon Lord, understanding my intent, gently dismissed the mercenary.

"Shiro-chan, you really are uncomfortable with this kind of thing, huh?"

"You think I'd be fine with someone touching me, even though I can't even speak properly?"

"Ah, that makes sense."

Ah, the Demon Lord's face—this is the look of someone who's just found a weakness. Heh heh heh.

"Just so you know, if you try to use this as leverage, I'll destroy this world entirely."

Saying it with a straight face.

The Demon Lord froze, still wearing that vulgar expression.

I may have been caught off guard this time and made a fool of myself, but I would never tolerate something like sexual harassment.

No touch!

Normally, I’d kill them before they even touched me.

But I was terrified.

Even though I’ve lost, I never thought I’d be pushed to this point—me, who once had a high tolerance for fear.

Wait—am I really this weak against this kind of person?

I knew intellectually that I was being targeted like this, but experiencing it firsthand... I couldn’t react at all.

Ugh, humans are harder to deal with than I thought.

Men are scary.

Calm down.

It’s fine. It’s fine.

This was an exception. Nothing will happen if I do nothing, right?

Ah—wait, I was attacked in the first town.

No good!

Why does this world even have the male species?

That’s it—men are the problem.

If we wiped out all men, everything would be solved.

Must admit, the idea is rather clever.

"Thinking of anything useful at all?"

Nothing particularly useful.

Ah—enough with the jesting.

I believe we should accelerate development of camouflage magic.

Something feels certain to go wrong if we delay.

Just as I decided to focus efforts on camouflage magic, a transmission arrives from the clone body.

"Transfer route to Earth complete."