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The Strait Of Cosmos

In a world where death is common and cruelness is life. How is our protagonist supposed to survive, when he dies by mistake and gets reincarnated as woman. But before she can even traverse this malicious world as a human, she has to become one first. She's not a mammal, not a slime, not a even an insect in specific terms, but a parasite. And not just any parasite, she's one of the most vile vermin in existence. What's this vermin called you ask, well it's called a tick. Join our protagonist as she roams about the land forsaken by gods while trying to piece back together her shattered mind and create a new existence for herself altogether. She reincarnated as a tick because the gods were pricks. She gets flicked around by bugs who decided they were dicks. But alas she was tricked by what she could not predict. She was contradicted by what she could not depict. She sees a hot chick that is as dense as a brick. She is addicted to her wicked lips, unable to withstand her ferocious licks. Laying in tears Drinkin' beers Shirkin' Lears Laying around Death is abound Blood will fall upon the ground NO ONE SHALL BE CROWNED This is a reincarnation type story with GL Art done by Katori293 I don't have a discord: Sorry

Enderchronos · Fantasia
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85 Chs

Such Grandiose, Such Trivialities

The morning sun shone high in the sky, it's orangish glow complimented the other sun's red like hue. Fairies bounced about, easily avoiding every human glance as they offered gratitude to the trees.

 Such a morning was blissful, rapturous really. Everything seemed tranquil and beautiful. Such pure ecstasy to watch the sunrise.

 Well... it was. Until Imogen decided to pick fight with a very... interesting? Yes, interesting, young woman. They had bumped into each other on the streets of this broken town, both stressed about their own hectic lives.

 Imogen wasn't feeling too well, being tired and having the system nagging at her to read a blank card that didn't actually have any apparent words on it.

 That's not to say though that the young woman, about eighteen or nineteen in apperance, didn't ask for trouble when insulting Imogen's mother just because the so called hero had gotten in her way.