I quickly took the Chronicle of Heavenly Venomous Beasts from Hwa-eun’s hands and examined it closely.

Silver Silkworm Moth.

The name was composed of three characters: Silver, Silkworm, and Moth.

If translated literally, it would mean Silver Silkworm Moth.

‘This has to be the same creature!’

Having spent half my previous life—and now my entire current life—obsessed with venomous creatures, my instincts were practically screaming at me.

This is it!

“Silver Silkworm Moth.

A moth whose body is covered in a brilliant silver sheen. When fully grown, its body is about half a foot long, with a wingspan reaching three feet.@@novelbin@@

Although generally docile, when threatened, it releases a fine silver dust from its scales.

Any skin exposed to the dust will experience unbearable itching, leading the victim to scratch until their bones are exposed.

If inhaled, the maddening itch penetrates the mind itself, driving the victim into a frenzy as they claw at their own body until death.”

As I read the description, I turned my gaze back to the silver chrysalis I had just restored, alongside the radiant silver cocoon.

A silver cocoon and a silver chrysalis.

If the chrysalis and the cocoon were both silver, then the moth that emerged from within was highly likely to be silver as well.

My heart pounded.

If this really was the creature mentioned in the Chronicle of Heavenly Venomous Beasts, then the cocoon and chrysalis before me had to belong to the Silver Silkworm Moth.

‘Calm down. It’s not confirmed yet.’

Of course, there was still a chance I was wrong.

This era didn’t have modern taxonomy—many names were given arbitrarily, sometimes based on superficial similarities rather than true classification.

Moreover, moths undergo complete metamorphosis.

During this process, the caterpillar breaks down into a liquid state inside the chrysalis before reconstructing itself into an entirely new form.

That meant even if the cocoon and chrysalis were silver, the insect that emerged could be something completely different.

Think about butterflies—what starts as a squirming, worm-like caterpillar can transform into a vividly colored, winged beauty.

Still, no matter how much I tried to stay rational, my gut was telling me they were the same.

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