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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 · แฟนตาซี
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85 Chs

Hunger Ever More

"Imogen!"

"Imogen! She's dead already! You can stop strangling her now!" Yelled Marris while pulling the enraged Imogen off the priestess's forever screaming corpse.

 "I'll kill you!" Growled Imogen, not feeling quite right in the head as she fought back against Marris.

 "Kill who? Imogen, they're dead already! I order you to stop this behavior at once!" Commanded Marris as the snarling Imogen finally broke free from his iron grasp.

*System Laughter: Imogen, you let go of control over your body that easily. I'm disappointed, quite frankly. Though, I can't really blame you I guess, replica humans were never made to hold such emotions, such mana. You're really quite strong, if one thinks about it; capable of holding your most precious morals close to you while you change into almost a completely different person, such luck that the young gods brought us together.