"Dying is easy.
Reincarnating? That's a sticky, violent mess."
My name was Salvatore.
Or... used to be.
Now? I'm something else.
Something worse.
Something free.
It all started with a kebab.
Rain poured like piss from the heavens. I was broke, hungry, pissed off at life. No job. No family worth remembering. Friends? Just parasites.
Love? A scam for suckers.
I wasn't a hero.
I took what I wanted.
If you were too slow, too soft, too moral… that was your problem.
That's when I saw it.
A sketchy food truck parked near a half-lit alley.
"Shish Kaboom — The Taste That'll Blow You Away!"
A twitchy guy with a turban and psycho eyes leaned out, holding a greasy pair of tongs.
"Bro. Extra spicy? Changes your life."
He wasn't lying.
It ended mine.
I took two steps into the street—then BOOM.
Flames. Screams. Then nothing.
Last thought?
"…Should've gone with the cheese one."
Darkness.
Weightless.
Then—something else.
A voice. Cold. Mechanical. Inside my skull.
[Symbiosis Universal System – Initialization]
Status: Deceased.
Soul Detected. Compatibility: 98.6%
Transferring to alternative form...
No limbs. No bones. No breath.
Only... awareness. Liquid.
Viscous. Shapeless. Hungry.
I wasn't inside a body.
I was the body.
Classification: Symbiotic Entity
Physical Status: Unstable fluidic organism
Mental Status: Autonomous. Active. Predatory.
"…Did I just reincarnate as a sentient puddle?"
Acceptable. Form: primitive, adaptable black symbiote.
System Active: 11%
Then came the twist.
Nutritional Analysis Initialized...
Available Sources:
– Human emotions
– Living and dead biomass
Optimization protocol detected:
Emotions tied to desire, obsession, lust, and domination yield +400% energy.
Warning: High-intensity negative emotions may cause intoxication or neural distortion. Use discretion.
"So I feed on flesh, fear, fantasies... and I choose when to consume? How much?"
Correct.
The symbiote may influence, stimulate, or harvest a host's emotions or biology.
Complete fusion possible. Consent optional.
Reversal: not guaranteed.
"Perfect. I can seduce, devour, destroy. And nothing can stop me once I start."
The system kept talking, listing protocols and conditions.
But I wasn't listening anymore.
Because something had awakened in me.
A hunger deeper than food.
Not just for bodies.
For possession.
Control.
Dominion.
Base System Online. Available Skills:
– Emotional Sensor Lv.1: Detect emotional fields within 10 meters
– Biological Absorption: Feed, mutate, grow
– Liquid Form: Stealth, infiltration, shape-shift
– Dormant System Functions: 89% locked
Note: Further growth unlocks access to advanced features, including body duplication, weapon creation, dimensional travel, host branching, and more.
"Dimensional travel…?" I whispered. "Send me somewhere fun. Somewhere chaotic. Somewhere perverted."
I grinned internally.
"To LOVE-Ru. That anime with alien girls, clothes explosions, accidental gropes, and borderline hentai energy.
Let's see what happens when a monster joins the cast."
In the void, something vibrated.
A crack.
A pull.
And then—the hunger.
Not just for meat. For emotion.
For flesh pressed against mine. For stolen heat. For screams and whimpers and surrender.
From now on, I'm no longer Salvatore.
Nor good. Nor evil.
I'm whatever the hell I want to be.
I'll protect what's mine.
And destroy what isn't.
With fangs.
With claws.
With love.
Or violence.
Let's begin.