A young man, tangled in a blanket, thrashed in his bed. Sweat spots plastered across his face, loose clothes sticking to his skin. His hand, shaking, reached for his nipples, then recoiled in a wave of self-disgust.
Fat. Too much of it in the wrong places for a man. His mind replayed the image of his weak, overweight body, a stark contrast to the fit, good-looking guys his age. He was a loser, spiraling down, exactly the depressed, awkward mess with social anxiety he'd once thought he'd never become.
I'm even tasting my sperm. Yuck. Pathetic. Am I gay? The thought flared, then he shoved it away, disgusted by his mind.
All because of porn. His thoughts strayed but always snapped back to the miserable reality.
Sigh, I hate life. Dropping out of college for some half-baked ideas and ending up working a shitty part-time job. He wasn't unique in any way in his struggles, he knew, or in facing schemes for assets. But he regretted it all. His real parents were disappointed.
His stepparents were worse, demanding all the household chores and refusing to let him go back to college. Instead, he spent his days scrolling, watching porn, and masturbating. He couldn't even cum twice a day now. They wouldn't even give him decent food.
All he could do was complain. He looked at himself; his head kept telling him, "pathetic."
Everyone around him seems to judge him: "He eats too much," "creep," "weak," "spoiled," "lazy," "dumb," "worthless," and "talentless."
"Why is life so shitty?" He mumbled, feeling overwhelmed and disconnected. He couldn't touch their snacks, their dried fruits. "Why wasn't I born rich? Why isn't everything easy? Why am I so weak, so talentless? Does anyone else feel as useless as me?
Everyone is so well put together, girlfriend, and has a secure future; even the underprivileged beggars' children seem so much stronger than me. I am always burned out. Even the internet ignores my yapping."
He sighed; the chores were waiting: mop the floor, dry the clothes, wash utensils, and clean the house. the list went on; it was one of the bad days where he didn't have any energy to do anything.
The urge to masturbate flared again. Don't stop after just one. Stamina will degrade. He started to fap again, and a chilling thought echoed in his mind: My brain has rotted to its core. There was no one to help. A psychiatrist? too costly. Besides, he'd be too embarrassed, too scared they'd see him as vile evil.
He continued, even as nothing came out, terrified of becoming a eunuch, an anime NTR victim. "Everything's sad until you're not the victim, ha he ker cough," he scoffed as he wheezed with asthma acting out. "I'd rather be a villain than suffer like this. I am young; I feel so old and tired.
The thought spun into a sickening enjoyment of being an NTR predator and BDSM—no, not again. His head reeled. "Ahh, I wish I could start over."
or go into a new one A world full of magic swords with power. Hey, what about going back in time? That wouldnt be fun but what if ,the fantasy always crept in. If I had power, I'd be a cool hero, a savior. He scoffed at himself. God clearly didn't like him and wouldn't transport him.
He started to see it: ya evil wins and corrupts, and people are bound by false right and wrong. "Yes, I should control people and blackmail them if it were that easy, man."
A strange paralysis crept over him. Just a deep, terrifying stillness.
Then came a sharp, disorienting jerk, nausea coming as he smelled something. He felt himself being pulled.
"Ah, am I going to faint again? This time, I might actually die. I should've sneaked in and eaten some of their snacks. No, all of it. Bastards, hiding fruits and treats brought from my assets."
"Oh God or devil," he whispered.
a desperate plea along with a tier drop, "De~ Please make this happen, he thought. Ah, I don't want to wake up again, Ting. ~
I will become evil; show the world. "Thud tump ~!!!
This was the birth of true primal evil.
A wave of nauseating sensory overload crashed over Alex. Head pounding, panic bubbling in his throat, he mumbled incoherently.
Then, boom. An eye snapped open within him, a maelstrom of black, red, and golden auras raging. The world twisted, revealing itself in an X-ray, heat vision, high contrast, and colors shifting into unfamiliar auras. He concentrated, focusing on a single, familiar view, and all other perceptions vanished.
What remained was horrifyingly new: a writhing mass of dark purple, glistening tentacles. This was him, nestled within a larger, barely visible monstrosity, a central MONSTROUS body shrouded by countless dark coils and mist.
His surroundings solidified. It was a place that defied logic, a grotesque fusion of a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls with alien-creature-like plants and masses of flesh, intricately carved ruins, stretched around him. Faintly glowing magic circles pulsed on the floor, leading to a central altar covered in arcane runes and mystical symbols.
Rusting iron slave cages lined the walls, sturdy despite obvious signs of a violent struggle: busted bars, shattered pillars, and deep gashes tearing through what must have once been ornate designs.
His own body felt alien but powerful now, its texture tough and leathery, yet possessed of an almost liquid flexibility. He could feel the latent ability to mutate and change every cell.
Is this all real? Oh boy, oh boy, his heart is feeling a strange upward pull of nervous excitement.
"No, this is just a wonderful dream," he scoffed. "As long as it lasts, I'll enjoy it fully. If it's short, I won't waste time making friends. I need to lose my virginity in a dream, at least." The bitter irony wasn't lost on him. Even if this were a coma, his "bitchy stepmother" would probably find a way to make him die early.
"Okay, let's focus."
Just as he tried to mentally steady himself, a stark blue screen blared into his awareness, text filling his vision. He read, and his previous awestruck confusion turned to cold dread.
Host Integrity Compromised. Curse Overload Imminent.]
[playing a recording for context]
Host Integrity Compromised. Curse Overload Imminent.]
[playing a recording for context]
Wow, this is so cool, an epic, but a bit chaotic, start. Ok, so a legend had tried to fuck up a saint possessed by a goddess. And he'd paid dearly. That goddess had cursed this very body I am in right now. Then, knowing he was doomed, his soul dying from her attack, he'd sacrificed himself to the system, pulling me here for a chance at his legacy.
This body was dying from the curse. The saint, who is unconscious, would soon report the situation. So I can't control this monstrous form properly. "I need to run. This body will soon be hunted, and so I lose control. Is that it, System?"
[Yes.]
"What? Yes! You idiot, why are you throwing me into this? Shouldn't I have a calm start?" Alex fumed. "And what the hell do you mean, I need to escape when my body is cursed?"
[Recording by former host available. Play?]
I click—I mean, Iexpect a visual explanation of the previous owner's history. Instead, an audio file played.
"I'd hoped for a long conversation, but it seems that won't be possible. This is a prerecording for you. Your soul's transfer must have taken too long. I'm dying—though technically, I'm already dead. Regardless, don't feel sad about my death; it was a good adventure."
Alex chuckled, ending with a grim, humorless sound ha.
"I don't know who you are, but keep your identity hidden until you gain strength. Always be careful; you might act on impulse. Be sure to select a safe place to survive, devour, and evolve. This place isn't safe. I recommend you go to Askew City. And don't try to possess beings with more than 20 mana points; "you will die. "Now that I'm dead and you're using a new body, the curse won't be as effective as it is now."
The voice paused, then continued, a dry chuckle in its throat. "Oh, and don't waste the first few free mutations just to have sex, like an idiot. Got it? This is a dangerous world. When you become a god, don't use intelligent species first to make followers. And be aware of corruption, and don't rely on it." A violent cough tore through the recording, followed by a wince. "The System will tell you the rest."
Just as Alex braced for silence, the voice resumed.
"You won't be able to use mana for a while. You've been given the perfect identity, so escape with that saint and blend in. Stay low." Another round of coughing. "Tell her you were in captivity. It should be safe; she's used all her mana and divinity fighting me and even sacrificed her lisystemence for 'God Descent.' It'd be a miracle if she could even walk properly."
The host coughed again, then sighed, laced with an unsettling emotion. "Man, I feel so bittersweet. It's ironic that I, who once hated living, have now started to like it for the first time in my life. " The sound of stifled crying, like a child's, then a minute of silence, broken only by choked sobs and other indistinct noises. "The saint's aura and her artifacts will also protect you. This body is like a primal beast, so don't come back without power." Another pause, then, with more force: "No, don't come back at all. By then, the priests will have cleaned up the mess."
"Oh, gosh," Alex thought, the reality of it hitting him. "Why does he want me to start doing survival stuff when I don't even know if this is real or a coma dream? Not knowing how long they'll let me live in the hospital..." A flicker of desperate hope. "I really hope this is transmigration."
"Yeah, no way I could come up with this."
System, what's my status? ---
[STATUS] [Current Identity: None. Unable to Form 'Gin Won' Identity.]
Reason: Insufficient divinity, host change. Note: Old abilities are damaged and unavailable. Physical stats are non-existent. The user is in a special state, semi-connected to the previous host body.
[Mana: 0 (LOCKED)] [Divine Power: 1] [Faith: 0] [Corruption: 10] [Biomass: 1000 g]
Authority and skills:
Stomach of gluttony [damaged]
@%#$$
!@!@#$
[Anomaly Detected. Anomaly Hinders Formation Process.]
What do you mean, 'unable to form the body'? "Alex pressed, a cold dread seeping in. "System, how do I form my body?"
[Activating baby steps protocol]
The host lacks biomass and energy sources. Cannot successfully execute the previous command or the user's desire. Suggestion: activate the parasite escape protocol. Please design.]
"Oh, it talks," Alex breathed, a mix of relief and bewildered fascination. "Okay, I can live. Thank God." A flicker of hope. "So I can become human again, right?"
[Affirmative.]
"Okay, System, can you analyze threats nearby?"
Various threats are present nearby. The creature the user transforms into will determine the risks.]
[System recommends: Transform into an insecticide or a carnivorous plant.]
"Okay, I know I'm going to become a parasite and go inside the saint's juicy peach," Alex muttered, a creepy smile spreading across his face as he looked towards the bruised, half-naked priest twitching on the floor, covered in... cuum. He felt a perverse curiosity, a detached, almost scientific assessment. "Let's look properly. Will she be a beauty in all other areas?"
a blonde woman with what one would call a sexy nun; she looked like an anime Western woman with C cups, well-fitting breasts, and a sexy ass.
She appeared nearly nude, her clothes torn. He began to think of a versatile parasitic creature that could go inside her pussycat and eat all of her eggs. He also wanted it to be able to vibrate and make her horny. No, I shouldn't mess with her, even if she is weak.
Oh, holy fuck; literally, why do I feel erect even when I don't have a body?
His tentacles retract, twisting and merging into a cocoon, giving birth to a parasitic worm. His flesh ripples and bubbles as it reshapes itself, and a wave of nausea washes over him. But as the transformation completes, he starts to feel a new sense of purpose as his soul enters its body—a long, ringworm-looking creature perfectly adapted for survival in this unforgiving world.
Finally, using 5 corruption points (CP), he created a worm-like organism, similar to a ringworm, with the ability to consume ovary eggs. He slowly entered, looking at her cat in 8k ultra definition, which was the wildest experience, seeing all the pores. It was both pleasant and confusing seeing the two holes, confirming which one to go into, and relishing the sensations. He moved in and out gracefully inside a warm, twitching meat hole that was flooded with a white, sticky substance slowly leaking out; the scene would drive many men crazy.
Inside it was a twitching cave of warm, silky mucus-covered cum, moving a bit. He squeezed through the not-so-tight womb, and 2 of its organs consumed all the eggs, engaging in enough play that if he were still in the former world, he would have filled a small glass with cum. He was fortunate not to be in the former world, as this stimulation was way too much for a virgin like him.
[300,000 eggs collected, estimated biomass gain of 500 g ~ 1,500 g + life force]
He settled at the forbidden anal hole designated location to find a proper, safe escape route. after the system had warned him not to move further up. He asked the system, "What's next?"
[Please wait or switch to auto mode and take advantage of the baby-step protocol benefits.] OK, I will use that. Is there a tier above this?
{System affirmation is only available after you reach godhood.}
Oh, ok, how do I reach the hood system? He chuckled to himself. It responds to what he had expected yet desperately wanted to hear by doing all the quests, making followers, and having your army's temples and dungeons.
[The system has detected that the decline in a large amount of energy due to soul transfer and bending the laws of the world has caused inefficiency, anomaly, and leakage in power. undergoing a complete shutdown to preserve and recover.]
[maintaining basic functions] [Quest: Survive ra!@##~]
"Noo, no, no, wait, is my dream ending?"
While the system was shut down, Alex waited, digesting his food and all the things that had happened to him. As the drowsy saint woke up, she found her body drenched in sweat and mucus, with bodily fluids leaking from all of her orifices.
She coughed a bit, looked around, and felt too numb. She groaned as she fell down, making a wet, slapping sound. started feeling many emotions at once, mainly lost. She looked at the seemingly dormant beast and wondered.
"What happened? Did my summons fail? No, all my abilities remain sealed. My mana is low, but why was the monster still alive? Did Goddess find out what this monster did to me? Did she leave, too disgusted to be in my body? I was her."
She thought for a second, "No, this beast, Hallow Shell—no, I can't trust my senses." I feel a soul inside me. What is happening? She took a deep breath. Will she forgive me? I am her favorite. Then the monster reacted and extended its tentacles like a whip.
Devastated, she suddenly pulled out a small golden ball that glowed, momentarily halting time. They pushed her out, and she screamed, "No, no!" as her belongings lay on the ground, coated in a white, sticky substance. She ran despite this, convincing herself that she could gather some foolish priests before the news of the goddess abandoning her spread and before this monster was killed. She reasoned that by taking that action, she could potentially save herself.
Stumbling and coughing, she summoned her clothes out of thin air and started walking, her legs shaking while she took a raspy breath. She talked. I need to use this power sparingly; my life force has already been used once.
She walked and walked in the desert, her throat dry, and even monsters did not seem to know of her presence whenever she summoned a gold-plated black orb.
She whispered, "Everyone dead ..."