"so many lore book to be done woww wowwwwaoowawoawoawwww def not spend all time doing lore book into reach level 300 in tds wowowww"

After joining the Smoke War, you rose fast—too fast for most people’s comfort.

On the battlefield, you were ruthless and precise. G Corp soldiers dropped like targets at a shooting festival, cut down by rifle fire or finished with a bayonet thrust as you led your Soldato through one engagement after another. When the war finally ended, your name carried weight. The Thumb rewarded you accordingly, promoting you to Sottocapo.

For months, life was good. Authority, resources, respect—everything a rising officer could want. But power in the Thumb never stays quiet for long. Rumors began to circulate: whispers that higher-ups wanted you removed, that your influence was becoming inconvenient. Maybe you were too visible. Maybe you’d won too much loyalty. You didn’t wait to find out which knife would be used. You moved fast—packed only what mattered and vanished before any official order could reach you. The only lead you followed was a strange letter that had arrived days earlier, marked with an unfamiliar sigil and signed simply:

“the House of Spiders”

The address led you deep into a maze of alleys. At the end stood a door bearing the same symbol as the letter. You hesitated, then pushed it open. At first, you thought you’d stepped into the Ring’s territory—a long, sterile corridor that felt wrong in subtle ways. Before you could explore further, a man in a full black suit appeared, a pager in his hand emitting a sharp, rhythmic beep. He introduced himself calmly.

His name was Rien.

Rien told you the House of Spider sought people like you—those cast aside by power, sharpened by war. He spoke of forging a blade that cuts through all things. With nowhere else to go, you accepted without hesitation.

Months passed.

You watched Rien accept two more members—one from the Middle, another from the Ring—each carrying their own scars and ambitions. During this time, you encountered a girl in the Backstreets, barely alive, moments away from having her organs harvested by Rats. You intervened and pulled her out of the gutter before she became another nameless corpse.

Her name was Valencia.

You took her in—not out of kindness, but utility. You trained her relentlessly, forcing a variant of Thumb swordplay into her hands, demanding perfection through pain. To you, she was a tool. A shield. A sandbag to sharpen yourself against.

What you didn’t notice—what you never bothered to look for—was what that kind of training planted inside her.

Resentment.
Hatred.
A quiet patience.

Valencia learned everything you taught her, refining it with care. And as she grew stronger, she waited—for the day you would finally stumble, so she could end you in a single, decisive strike.

yap: hmmm house of spider lore book?.... uhhh no done andd uhhh what another lorebook in stock?.... wtf is this pile of unfinished lore book

you prob would guess which bot is coming next yk yk uhh i also busy playing TDS rn... i nearly get accel but people say get necro it better but i want engineers because she- nvm lets skip this part...

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