3 Named

'Where the fuck did that name come from!?'

Penta was restless at the name that appeared but his limited lifespan already pissed him off.

He came to realize it was most likely a bloodline or species type memory. One to always remind you of what you are.

Genetic composition descended over time can lead to such things. Penta considered this thought for a while but eventually gave up since no other memory was obtained.

The restless roach started moving as it was getting used to its new body.

The feeling of a cockroach is already an odd one, several limbs, a flexible body, and extremely fast speed. Penta was even considering what his title meant.

"Emperor eh? Guess I might as well be the head of this chicken considering I got nothing else." Penta joked considering his position.

Unfortunately to his disappointment, the world wasn't a videogame-verse with game titles and such. It was a species fragment that told him what he was.

Memories are hard to destroy, especially racial ones. They are ingrained in your biology. A cockroach's too.

'Let's test these limbs hehe' Penta thought as he began to feel out his control over his limbs.

He started moving fast towards the other end of the nest and he started getting better at controlling so many limbs and appendages. His body control was that of a newborn but due to the species' need for quick adaptability. He didn't take long to start gaining better control of his crawling.

He still felt the ickiness of controlling a cockroach but he was slowly getting used to it.

With basic movements done. He searched around for anything of value in the nest but nothing worthwhile was left by his roach parents.

"The world awaits, watch me come for you prick," Penta muttered as he started finding a way to the surface.

A few hours of useless crawling. Penta finally found a tunnel that led to the surface. The underground world was big especially when his roach size was barely 40 centimeters and that was considering he used his siblings to get to the current size.

In the outside world, a dreary looking view descended upon the newly birthed Roach emperor. The dark sky and the infertile plains before him left him stunned.

"HE CHOSE THIS DIDN'T HE!? That omnipresent prick." Penta started rushing around in anger as he lost his marbles at how deserted the area around him was. The world as he knew it flipped and yet here he was in one that was even worse.

The loud screeching and rushing around, coupled with the deadly speed of a cockroach and especially one of higher tear led to Penta's first lesson to the Agaran plains.

"VREEEEEEEEE" An enormously low pitch rattle sounded near Penta.

Coming back from his anger fit. Penta looked around and eventually found a boulder the size of a mountain, compared to him at least, ascend into a horned beast.

The feeling he got from it was not anything threatening but considering Penta was a human turned roach. Fleeing was his first instinct.

The Beattle roared as it found the running roach enticing. Usually, these giant beetles wouldn't bother the trifling roaches considering they're size and bare bone vitality. However, Penta didn't realize it yet but he went up in the food chain as he ingested the vitality of so many brethren.

Hours later...

In a small hole in the only dead tree for a good few hundred meters, Penta was furiously slashing away at the already dead roots.

"What in the world do I do? It took hours to tire the beetle from chasing and this was the best place I could find after such an expansive trip." Penta muttered as he realized he really was in a hellhole. The Hell Beetle chased him for a long time and he still saw not a speck of anything remotely interesting. It was destitute everywhere.

Penta was smashing through the dead roots to soothe his anger and to build a nest for himself. He realized this was probably an instinct as well.

The layout was simply made of multiple smaller tunnels leading between small empty pockets eventually converging onto a large one for himself. There was nothing. He didn't even know what these things ate but tried dead root as his old nest had some lingering around as well.

"Puah! It tastes like dead sandpaper..." The cockroach winced at the horrible taste. He didn't think this type of cockroach had such intense tastebuds but then again, the first thing he ate was dead root.

He kept digging around for anything that may feed him as he didn't know when he would get hungry but he didn't want to start losing energy after having first come alive. He knew food was needed. The tree bark and roots were smashed and pile into a corner of debris. The walls were somewhat cleared for space with his stronger body but still, nothing was found.

Penta was getting frustrated but continued anyways as this was all he could do for now, unless he was ready to challenge the Hell beetle again for a leg or something.

"Thing looks too sturdy though," Penta thought as he remembered its monstrous black chitin wrapped legs.

With one of many sighs, he continued to dig his way under and continually try and expand his new residence while trying to find anything to eat. A worm would satisfy him at this point but even Penta knew those things needed good soil to live.

Penta was lost as to how much time had passed since he began his dig-sanity. As he doesn't even know if he just has excess energy or the cockroach was just unaware of exhaustion. He rested regularly at some point when he worried about breaking his new body digging because a cockroach was too dumb to know what pain was.

"The tunneling life isn't so bad I guess. Who knows, maybe I'll find something somewhere." Penta told himself as he tried to keep his positivity. Even when he rested between digs, he reminded himself of how he promised his brothers and sisters a god-level kill and his revenge.

The tunnel life was mundane but the cockroach of the Agaran plains was adept at living there. No fatigue from digging. Great nimbleness for maneuvering in them. A one-track mind that couldn't be bothered to do anything else.

Days went on like this. The ever-present darkness was all-consuming but the Emperor Roach eye's never failed. The monotonous lifestyle eventually did reach its peak.

"What the FUCK AM I DIGGIN FOR!?" The anger resurfaced. The self-pity that hides in the darkest depths of your mind bubbles. The anxiety at dying in a tunnel somewhere on some dead land without ever getting his revenge whilst also having eaten the only things he could consider family in this life coming to haunt him.

The roach was approaching despair. The world was about to crumble as he slashed his little legs in front of him.

Nothing changed since he was born. There was nothing to be had in these parts. The fury within him was left unchecked but being able to move forward towards his goals had no outlet. The pain of suffering without being able to retaliate was consuming him.

He started feeling like he was going mad. Penta's frustration was built up over days of reckless digging. His original plans went out the door when he believed he could somehow grow from this roach form through eating and consuming living beings but the reality was harsh.

He didn't know what to do at this point and was getting desperate and reckless.

"I don't care, I need to grow beyond this!" He yelled which came as a droning screech,

"Munch! Munch! Munch!" The echoes of crunching sound reverberated across the tunnels of the Again Emperor Cockroach Nest.