Playboy. Lecher. Parasite. Pond Scum. The girls had a lot of names for me, but that never stopped the next one from spreading her legs. I never really trusted people, and given how pathetically I die, I don’t think I would trust anyone ever again.

What is this? I’m still alive? What is this place? Why can’t I see?

Species: Autotrophic Prokayote

It looks like I have a long way to becoming human. Then again, why would I want to become human? To hell with humanity and the drama that comes with it.

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Chapter 138 - 2026 Survey