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Sorry for the title, it's soo cringe. I'll just begin with the story.
After the sudden adrenalin spike runs out I realise my current situation. I'm a reincarnate and based on the previous owner's memory, my current body is a nameless orphan born in a rich household and was attacked upon by thermal weapons. But isn't the current timeline the 90's?. Then how is it possible for thermal weapons to exist?.
I chose to ignore the feeling of budding doom and look for food. The previous owner was heavily malnourished and highly diseased. He seemed to have little to no consciousness, so he was abandoned by the parents who chose to adopt him. Now on the street, the poor boy died from hyperthermia.
'Now tasked with saving this little boy his life, he has to force himself to live as this boy.' I imagined an author saying this behind my back. It just felt like someone was toying with me, maybe for fun or maybe for some horrendous reason, but I don't really care. I will make this power of brain possession my own forever and more. But first I assess everything surrounding a 10-metre radius, which was all that I could see. MU feeble couldn't handle the sudden change and collapsed onto the floor.
Suddenly my head starts throbbing as I watch my consciousness fade and a new one appear, a sight very familiar to me. It was Eden, my persona. This kid is the representation of my effort and a result of drug usage. He lets me activate it my brain to levels never reached at the price of over usage, and considering my current frail body, I'm bound to die. But this is not the time. "Eden, find a suitable method to live?."
"OK" Eden responds and fully takes control. He quickly murmurs a bunch of shit that I instantly forget.
From Writer to Eden Pov
Conforming situation. No Food in the currently visible premises, the other senses cannot find energy either.
Survival chance is 0.000000000000012%
Suddenly a bunch of mantises appear in his vision and land on the boy's hands, at leat 2 of them did, and they stayed till the others left.
Recalculating survival chance...
Re-iterating possible chances,
Survival chance has reached 40%.
Reallocating resources to move arms only.
Successful.
Eden suddenly moved its hand and crushed both mantes' instantly. He then proceeds to peel their skin and stinger and eats them. The other consciousness just asks"What are you doing?"
"Host needs this to survive. He also needs sleep, which will be given shortly to improve the survival rate."
And with that, The protagonist watched as his consciousness faded back into his body.
That's it for this one, see in the next one.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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