《I was betrayed by all the top hunters in the world and was reborn into low level a boss monster》


 The Fall of the Hunter

    The world had crowned me one of its top hunters, a hero, a legend. My name was whispered across cities, towns, and villages Darius, the Hunter King. I led expeditions into the deepest dungeons, slayed ancient monsters, and claimed treasures beyond imagination. I had it all: wealth, power, respect. But the more I climbed, the more I realized the world of hunters was rotten. Jealousy festered among my peers, and in their greed, they plotted my downfall.


    I never saw it coming.


    The betrayal began as a simple quest: a high-stakes hunt for a Void Dragon, a mythical creature thought to be extinct. It was the perfect target. I gathered the most powerful hunters from every nation warriors I considered allies, comrades. We descended into the Void Abyss together, hunting the beast.


    But the real target wasn¡¯t the Void Dragon. It was me.


    I fought alongside them, completely unaware of the daggers poised behind my back. The moment the dragon¡¯s corpse hit the ground, their faces changed. I didn¡¯t get the chance to ask why before they struck. I barely had time to react as blades plunged into my body from all sides.


    ¡°We can¡¯t let you have everything,¡± one of them sneered. ¡°You¡¯ve become too powerful, Darius. You¡¯re a threat to us all.¡±


    They left me bleeding out in that cursed dungeon, surrounded by monsters, the stench of death in the air. My vision darkened as I lay there, wondering how I had misjudged them so badly. My heart slowed, and then everything went black.


    But death wasn¡¯t the end.


    I felt it before I saw anything: an overwhelming sensation of pain, my body being torn apart and reassembled in ways that defied logic. The darkness around me seemed alive, pulsing with energy, reshaping me. And then, I woke up not as the Hunter King but as something else.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    I was reborn into a cave, surrounded by damp stone walls and a musty smell of decay. But the real shock came when I tried to move. My body felt¡­ wrong. I looked down or tried to but all I could see was black, spindly legs, long and covered in bristling hairs. Panic set in, my limbs twitching in ways that felt alien.


    A sudden wave of memories flooded back, though they were not my own. Thoughts of hunting in the darkness, weaving webs, preying on weaker creatures filled my mind. I was a spider a monster.


    My heart or whatever was beating inside me now pounded. How? Why? Has the dungeon itself done this? Was this some sort of sick joke, punishment for trusting those who betrayed me?


    I skittered across the floor on legs I couldn¡¯t control, my senses heightened far beyond what they had been as a human. Every vibration, every tremor in the ground beneath me told a story. I could sense life, feel it moving around me in the cave.


    This wasn¡¯t just any spider¡¯s body. I could feel the power coursing through my veins or whatever equivalent spiders had. I was a low-level monster, but there was potential here, potential to grow, to evolve.


    Instinct took over, and my body moved on its own. I spun webs, lured smaller creatures into my domain, and devoured them. Each one made me stronger. It wasn¡¯t long before I realized the dungeon wasn¡¯t the only thing that had changed. My mind had shifted too. I could hear voices no, whispers from the dungeon walls. Dark, ancient magic was alive here, and it whispered promises of power.


    ¡°Embrace it,¡± a voice in the shadows urged. ¡°Grow stronger, evolve, and take revenge.¡±


    Revenge. That word sparked a fire within me, something primal and furious. The hunters who had betrayed me, the ones who had thought they could kill me, were still out there. They thought they had won. But I wasn¡¯t dead. I had been reborn, and this time, I would become more powerful than ever.


    I needed to evolve. I needed to hunt. I would grow, and when I emerged from this dungeon, they would know true terror.


    But first, I had to survive as a low-level monster a creature trapped at the bottom of the food chain. My journey was just beginning.

 The Rise of the spider king

    Survival became my first priority. I had to learn quickly, or I¡¯d be devoured like any other prey in this cursed dungeon. Every corner hid a predator far stronger than me. The dungeon was a brutal hierarchy, and I, reborn as a mere low-level monster, was at the very bottom.


    I couldn¡¯t afford to be reckless. My new body moved with terrifying speed, allowing me to scuttle across the shadows and avoid the more dangerous beasts that roamed this layer of the dungeon. The larger monsters, the ones whose footsteps caused the ground to shake, I kept far away from them. I knew their power by instinct. Challenging them too soon would be my death sentence.


    But the weak? They were mine.


    I devoured everything that wasn¡¯t too strong. Small creatures that dared to cross my web were met with swift death. My venom was potent, paralyzing them long enough for me to tear them apart. Rats, goblins, and low-level insects fell before me, their cores consumed, each one adding to my growing strength. With every kill, I felt myself changing. My body grew larger, my limbs more powerful, and my senses sharper.


    Weeks passed, and my hunger never ceased. The urge to evolve, to grow, consumed me. I stayed hidden in the shadows, never engaging with creatures that could overpower me. I knew my limits until one day, I reached them.


    I had grown large, my black body now gleaming with an eerie shine, my legs thick and powerful enough to crush bone. It was time. The boss of this dungeon, a massive reptilian beast, a crocodile with thick scales and razor-sharp claws, ruled this territory. It had been the apex predator here for as long as I had existed in this form, and now, I would challenge it.


    The confrontation was inevitable.


    I tracked the beast to its lair, a dark cavern filled with the stench of decay and old bones. Its glowing yellow eyes stared at me, unamused by the sight of what it likely considered a mere spider. But I had grown stronger, more powerful, and I wasn¡¯t the same creature that had once scurried through the cracks of this dungeon.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    The battle was fierce. The beast was faster and more vicious than anything I had faced before. Its claws raked at me, trying to crush me beneath its weight, but I was faster. I darted in and out of its reach, spinning webs as I moved, using the environment to my advantage. It roared in frustration, snapping its jaws at me, but I kept my distance, wearing it down with venomous bites and trapping it within a cocoon of webbing.


    As it weakened, I closed in for the kill. With a final strike, my fangs sank deep into its neck, injecting my venom until the beast stopped moving. Its massive form slumped to the ground, and I knew I had won.


    I devoured the beast¡¯s core, a powerful crystal that pulsed with energy. The moment it entered my body, I felt a surge of power unlike anything I had ever experienced. My body grew, my senses sharpened even further, and I knew I had evolved.


    I was no longer a low-level monster. I had taken the throne of this dungeon layer.


    The dungeon itself seemed to respond to my transformation. As the new ruler of this lair, the creatures that spawned here began to change. No longer were they the random assortment of monsters that had roamed before. Now, they were all spiders my minions. The lair was mine, and under my control, it had become a nest for my kind.


    I explored my new abilities as the dungeon¡¯s boss. The power I wielded was far greater than I had imagined. I could control the spawning of monsters, decide which creatures would appear, and now, I had the ability to interact with the outside world.


    Through some ancient mechanism within the dungeon, I discovered I could open a portal¡ªa gateway to the human world. I knew that if I was ever to have my revenge on the hunters who betrayed me, I needed to lure them in. I activated the dungeon¡¯s portal system, sending a rift into the human realm.


    On the other side, humans would see the message:


    Dungeon: Low-Level Dungeon


    It was labeled as a challenge for players between levels 5 and 10 weak adventurers, ones who would be easy prey for my growing army of spiders.


    I smiled inwardly. My control over the dungeon allowed me to adjust the difficulty and regulate who could enter. For now, I would keep the threshold low. Let the weak ones come. They would serve as food for my minions and further strengthen my power. But as I grew stronger, I would raise the level cap. Eventually, I would lure the hunters who betrayed me. I would trap them in my web and make them suffer.


    The first adventurers would come soon. They would enter, believing it to be just another dungeon. But they had no idea the true terror that awaited them within the lair of the King

 The First Pray

    The portal to the human world flickered with faint light, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls of my lair. I could feel it the connection between my dungeon and the world I once called home. I had been a hunter once, but now I was the one doing the hunting.


    I watched from the shadows as the first group of adventurers entered. There were four of them, all young and inexperienced. Their equipment was basic: worn-out armor, rusty swords, and weak magic trinkets. They fit perfectly into the level range I had set between levels 5 and 10. The highest among them couldn¡¯t have been more than level 8, and their nervous energy was palpable. They had no idea what they were walking into.


    ¡°Is this really a dungeon?¡± one of them asked, a lanky boy gripping his sword tightly.


    ¡°Yeah, the guild sent us here,¡± another replied, a girl holding a wooden staff. ¡°It¡¯s a low-level dungeon, so don¡¯t worry. We¡¯ll just clear it and get our rewards.¡±


    I smirked from the darkness above, perched high in the cavern ceiling. They were confident, unaware that this dungeon wasn¡¯t like any other. I controlled every inch of it, every trap, every monster. The moment they stepped through that portal, they were already in my web.


    I watched silently as they moved further into the dungeon, oblivious to the subtle threads of my web they were disturbing. Spiders of varying sizes skittered through the shadows, stalking them, waiting for my signal. My lair had become a living trap, a maze of tunnels and chambers designed to confuse, isolate, and devour.


    As they wandered deeper, I sent my minions after them, but not in full force. I needed to observe how they reacted, how they fought. Small, skittering spiders darted out from the cracks in the walls, causing the adventurers to jump back in surprise.


    ¡°Spiders! I hate spiders!¡± one of them shouted, swinging his sword wildly at the ground.


    The first wave of spiders was weak¡ªmere distractions to gauge their strength. The adventurers easily crushed the small ones, slicing through the hordes with little effort. But as they grew more comfortable, I sensed their guard lowering.


    ¡°Is that it?¡± the girl with the staff asked, panting from the effort. ¡°This dungeon¡¯s not so bad.¡±This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ¡°Keep moving. We¡¯ve got to reach the core if we want to clear it,¡± the leader, a stocky warrior, said. He led them through a narrow tunnel, his eyes focused on the path ahead.


    Perfect.


    They activated the traps. Threads of webbing, invisible to their eyes, tightened around them. One by one, they stumbled, their feet catching on the sticky strands. Panic set in as they realized they were surrounded.


    The air grew tense, and the spiders emerged again this time larger, deadlier. My minions descended from the ceiling, their fangs gleaming in the dim light, ready to strike. The adventurers fought back, slashing wildly at the creatures, but the webs slowed them down, trapping their movements. For every spider they killed, two more took its place.


    The girl with the staff tried to cast a spell, but I sent a thick web shooting toward her, binding her hands and silencing her magic. She fell to the ground, helpless as my spiders crawled over her, their venomous fangs sinking into her skin.


    The stocky warrior roared in frustration, hacking at the webs, but it was useless. The more they struggled, the more entangled they became. Fear clouded their movements, and soon, they were too overwhelmed to fight back.


    I watched with satisfaction as my minions drained the life from them, one by one. Their screams echoed through the dungeon, but no one was coming to save them. This was my domain, and they were nothing but food.


    When the last adventurer fell silent, I descended from my perch. My large, black form crept across the floor as I examined the bodies. My fangs twitched with anticipation. Consuming these adventurers would fuel my growth even further, and their cores though small would be enough to satisfy my hunger for now.


    I devoured them, savoring the rush of power that surged through me. My body trembled as I absorbed their strength, feeling my form shift slightly, my limbs growing more powerful, my senses sharpening even further.


    It was just the beginning.


    I could feel the dungeon itself responding to my growth, the dark energy that filled this place pulsing in rhythm with my heart. The more I devoured, the stronger I became. And as the dungeon¡¯s ruler, I had more control than ever before.


    I turned my attention back to the portal. Soon, more would come. Word of the new dungeon would spread among adventurers, drawing them in like moths to a flame. They would enter, thinking they could conquer me, but I would devour them all. With every adventurer that fell, my dungeon would grow more dangerous, more lethal. And with each core I consumed, I would ascend further toward my ultimate goal revenge.


    But I wasn¡¯t just waiting for weaklings. No, I had plans. The ability to control which levels could enter my dungeon was a powerful tool, and I intended to use it wisely. For now, I would keep the dungeon accessible to lower-level adventurers, but as I grew stronger, I would raise the stakes. Eventually, the high-level hunters the ones who betrayed me would hear of this place. They would come.


    And when they did, I would be ready.


    The humans would fear the day they stepped into the Spider King¡¯s Lair.