A scorching pain rushed in as the now immeasurable blade pierced between the palms and landed on the chest.

�This is my end.�

I suddenly remembered.

�Why am I����Had I been so obsessed with life?�

gurgling.�gurgling.

By the time Veron didn�t have a name yet, he was nothing more than a lucky-looking poison toad.

Gureuk!

A system that sits somewhere in the pond and jumps and jumps, then stretches out its tongue to swallow the occasional flies that pass by.

�I want to eat.�I want to breed.�

It wasn�t a particularly bad life to repeat the day with the same desire every day.

�Enemy!�nemesis!�nemesis!�Nemesis!�

It was only when the poisonous toad�s natural enemy snake swallowed Veron in one bite that he realized that fact.

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The snake�s venom was more terrifying than the toad�s, and in the cramped stomach he blinked in terror.

�Die!�

The reason why he couldn�t even scream was the fate of the creature that was born that way.

�It�s painful.�stuffy.�It melts.�

Like many poisonous toads, Veron deserved to be nourished in the snake�s stomach.

�Dying?�

Everything that makes me disappear.

Meh eh eh!�Meh eh eh!

In a situation where he lost consciousness due to the paralyzing poison, Veron cried out with his mouth wide open.

�I don�t want to die!�like this����like this����!�

As the concentration of the poison permeated the mucus intensified, the snake�s stomach pressed harder.

help me.

The natural enemy is born with all the abilities to digest prey, but this time it was quite poisonous.

The snake wriggled wildly to speed up digestion, and perhaps that was the end of it.

Sharp teeth pierced the snake�s skin and cut Veron�s back.

rumble!�rumble!

The snake�s stomach began spitting out veron again, and the slime prevented the skin from being ripped from the fangs. JrNovels.com