As a venomous snake, I evolved into a god through devouring.

Kasper's gaze fell on the small city gate marked on the map.

Broken Blade Town.

Originally, there were no towns in this dangerous mountain range. Only a few poor families who could not afford the cost of living in big towns lived scattered around the periphery, constantly worrying about attacks from monsters in the jungle.

But after the road was completed, some small towns appeared along the way.

That was certainly not a post station set up by the empire out of a sense of benevolence for travelers.

The monsters shot down by the meteor magic are mostly not simple creatures, and the more powerful the monster, the more valuable its organs are.

Many less skilled adventurers lack the courage to confront these terrifying beings, but they do have the courage if their target is severely injured and on the verge of death.

Not only does it exist, but it's also very large.

With these adventurers coming and going, some businessmen started to have designs on them.

Weapon maintenance and repair, accommodation, meals, clothing, selling information, issuing commissions...

As more and more people gathered, small camps developed into settlements, then into large settlements, and finally, towns naturally formed.

Broken Blade Town is the town closest to the jungle where Casper is located.

The female mage named Lyra had suggested that Drake go there with her to see if they could seize the opportunity to capture the injured red dragon.

If you follow the road north from Broken Blade Town into the depths of the mountains, you will reach a highland area.

According to the markings on the map, a group of giants likely gathered there.

To the northwest lies a steep, barren mountain where griffins circle and perch.

"These weeds, even ordinary snakes have to be on edge these days lest they get snatched up by eagles, let alone giants and griffins."

After Kasper finished muttering to himself, he continued to examine the map.

Based on the direction from which the commotion came this morning, the red dragon should have been shot down in the east-north direction of the main road, which is exactly on the same side as Broken Blade Town.

This has nothing to do with me living on the west side.

Kasper felt much more at ease after thinking about this. He rolled up the map, climbed back to where it was in his pocket, put it back, and then took out a leather-covered notebook.

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to watch this..."

If Casper had a human face, his mouth would probably be pursed into a grimace by now.

This was not because he had little interest in learning, but because of what was recorded in the notebook.

Through identification and eavesdropping, Casper roughly understood what the common script of this world was like, similar to English in his previous life.

The information density is not as high as that of Chinese, nor is it like the phonetic scripts of Japan and Korea. It is somewhat difficult to learn, but not very high.

So, about ten days after acquiring the notebook, Kasper was able to vaguely understand its contents.

[Dear Monica...she...is...shining...with flowers...]

Eyes...the starry sky..., voice...a clear spring.

[...longing...my soul...]

No...smiles...difficulty...sleep...

【ah……】

At this point, Caspar simply couldn't continue.

Because the following string of particles are all meaningless.

Kasper couldn't bear to watch this madness. He turned his snake head away, took a deep breath, and rhythmically slapped the ground with his tail to calm his inner rage.

When Casper found the first adventurer's diary, he thought it contained information about common monsters and human society, but it turned out to be a damn simp's diary.

Who can hold back like that?

Dude, are you out of your mind? Is this something a normal adventurer should be recording? No wonder you lost your adventure map and ended up being out of contact.

After grumbling to himself, Casper sighed.

However, this is one of the few channels through which it can obtain information about humans, so it has to look whether it wants to or not.

Red stone it is, fate plays tricks on this ill-fated snake.

After carefully identifying the characters, he wrote down the few words he didn't quite understand and memorized their approximate pronunciations. This short learning session was then over.

He closed the diary and put it back in his pocket.

This time, Casper didn't place it on the ground. Instead, he wrapped the bag around his snake tail, looked around to make sure it was safe, and then climbed up a tree that looked fairly tall.

Paper is too easy to get damp if left on the ground. It may get moldy or even rot by the time I come back. Last time, I didn't have enough strength to carry the bag up the hill, so I could only leave it there temporarily.

With the enhancement of evolution points, his power increased again, allowing him to finish the work he hadn't completed before.

He had already chosen this tree; it had a hole that wasn't too narrow, which was perfect for hiding these things.

"If it's carelessly hung on a tree branch, and the wind blows it down, and it gets discovered by adventurers coming to fetch water, that would be bad."

They might not suspect their own snake, but they would definitely guess that some kind of mutated, highly intelligent goblin has appeared nearby, and then start a big fight in the area.

Not only would it affect his foraging, but Casper himself might also be killed by adventurers because he is a venomous snake.

It's just a roadside road, nothing special.

"Before becoming truly powerful, it's best to keep a low profile. As for what level constitutes true power..."

Kasper pondered for a moment, then set a small goal for himself.

"Let's talk about it when we can survive a single Lightfall spell after eating that... something."

Kasper had just put his things down and was about to climb down the tree when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

This subconscious sense of crisis made him quickly shrink back and hide in the tree hole where he had stuffed the package, curling up into a ball and not moving at all.

One minute... two minutes...

Time passed slowly, but Kasper showed no intention of making any moves.

The wind rustled through the trees, and amidst the soft sounds, a deep flapping of wings flashed by from above.

"here we go again."

Kasper thought to himself.

Just as he had thought, the forest was teeming with natural enemies and fraught with danger.

Birds of prey naturally inhabit areas near streams; the one that just flew overhead was a serpent eagle.

Unlike other birds that prey on snakes, these birds of prey will swallow snakes whole, which is truly terrifying.

Why was Kasper so certain it was a serpent eagle?

This story begins after his first molt.

At the time, he did not realize that he needed to strengthen his brain to maintain his thinking. His actions and thoughts were extremely susceptible to the influence of snake instincts, and when his energy was insufficient, he would enter a state of intellectual deficiency.

Upon seeing the serpent eagle out foraging for food, Casper, whose intelligence had plummeted due to extreme hunger, climbed to the treetop and opened his wicked mouth towards the nest of eggs.

His thinking at the time was very simple.

The serpent eagle ate me → I had to defend myself → I stole bird eggs → The serpent eagle became extinct.

And who knows, maybe after eating the bird's egg, I'll evolve wings and become a winged snake, thus reaching the pinnacle of snake life. Just thinking about it makes me a little excited.