Morning — or what I think is morning
I wake up
There's no breath to draw, no eyelids to peel open, no heartbeat pounding panic into my skull. Awareness just… leaks in, like dye dissolving in water.
Cold.
Wet.
Heavy.
That's the first thing I understand.
The second thing is that I'm on the forest floor.
No—I am on the forest floor. Spread thin, uneven, my edges sinking into damp black soil threaded with roots thicker than my old arms used to be. Sunlight filters down in fractured colors—emerald, gold, sickly purple—through leaves that look too large, too sharp, too alive.
The world is beautiful.
I try to move.
Nothing happens.
I try again, harder. Panic flares—not lungs screaming, not muscles burning, but something deeper. A pressure, like my will is pushing against jelly.
My body responds by… wobbling.
A pathetic ripple runs through me. That's it.
That's when it hits me.
I don't have hands.
I don't have legs.
I don't have bones.
I'm a fucking puddle.
No—
I think (I'm a fuckin slime.)
The realization doesn't come with screaming or denial. It lands quietly, heavily, the way a doctor's words did back then—You shouldn't still be alive. You are so lucky if normal dameged like you they already die but somehow you live. Well I don't gonna lie your body are weird.
(Doctor was weird person.)
Back then.
The accident flashes through me in fragments. Twisted metal. White light. A pain so absolute it erased everything else. Doctors whispering like I was already a corpse. Machines doing what my body couldn't.
I remember refusing to let go. Clinging to consciousness even when it hurt to exist. Even when fading would've been easier. I lived through what should have killed me—until I didn't.
I fainted.
And that was enough.
Now I'm here.
(My mind trapped in the weakest thing I can imagine. Damit!)
Something moves nearby.
The forest exhales.
A massive shadow passes between the trees—too large, too slow, radiating pressure that makes the soil vibrate. I don't see it clearly, but my entire body reacts, compressing instinctively, like prey flattening itself.
I understand without being told:
If that thing notices me, I'm gone die.
(W-What is this monster)
Around his wolf monster it was so strong mana. (I want to eat it.)
Whoo W-What. My instincts is fearing but I want to eat mana.
I feel it now—my body humming faintly, saturated with raw energy. No wonder monsters wander here. This place is so dangerous.
I try to move again. This time I focus—not on motion, but on intent. I remember how I survived before. Not by strength. Not by luck. But will to live more longer. I don't give my new life so fast. Fuck you I won't die.
My body shudders. Slowly—agonizingly—I pull myself together, contracting just enough to shift a few centimeters. It feels like dragging my soul through mud.
If I had a mouth, I'd be gritting my teeth.
Move. Don't you dare stop.
A ripple of pain—not physical, something closer to strain—runs through me. Then, suddenly—
> [Grand Design acknowledged.]
The voice is calm. Flat. Female voice. It doesn't echo; it simply is, resonating directly inside my awareness.
> Species: Slime
Status: Basal Lifeform
Evolutionary Rank: Lowest
Heh?.
> Willpower detected.
Threshold: Insufficient.
Yeah no shit
The voice vanishes.
No reward.
No blessing.
Not even pity.
(It is fantastic world? 😍. Yes my dream but first I need to run from this monster wolf shit.)
I try to move. Wolf monster just ignore me going somewhere in forest. He did just ignore me?. Huh😮💨 at least I live. I nearly think I dieing.
I'm left alone with the forest again.
Something skitters nearby—small this time. Insects the size of dogs crawl over bark, their shells glittering with mana veins. One of them pauses. Antennae twitch.
It senses me.
I compress instinctively, pulling my mana inward, dimming my presence as much as I can. The effort hurts. If I could sweat, I would be drenched. (Huh?)
I just realized fuckin instincts eating me.
The creature hesitates… then moves on.
Fuckin instincts. I know some fantasies slime's Advantages. They can eat materials so I can year his bitc#.
I move my body to his instincts. Pushing this guy into inside my body. His guy still eating me and trying to leave my body. Haha what you started his now die.