Chapter 2: Gathering random things into my body

As the white light engulfed me in an unsettling embrace, time lost its grasp, and the duration of this spectral transition became an enigma. Eventually, the suffocating luminosity receded, leaving me stranded in a realm where the concept of sight held a disconcerting ambiguity.

A disquieting realization crept over me—a sensation of unnatural fullness, as though my essence had been compacted into an unfamiliar vessel.

Attempting to pry open my eyes felt like an exercise in futility, as if the very act of seeing had been stripped away.

I felt my thinking capability fully restored, my knowledge, once gained from the leisurely pursuit of web novels, took on an ominous significance. The lines between fiction and reality blurred.Maybe I got reincarnated transmigrated or whateverated into this body.

I tryed anything to move feel what I am. But all was futile I couldn't do anything. Wanting to feel that fear again I stopped thinking or atleast tryed to but my mind seemed in chaos and thoughts wont stop. So I tried meditating and suprised I felt white obs thingy surrounding me. Elated I tryed absorbing by thinking absorb and they dissappeared inside me. I kept doing it until all those surrounding become devoured by me. And the distant ones as if feeling my hunger got close to me.

As time relentlessly flowed, my compulsion to consume those pulsating essences intensified. Each consumption bestowed upon me a vitality that transcended mere sustenance, transforming my insatiable craving into an addictive pursuit. Now, I can entertain different thoughts while my body instinctively devours those white orbs.

A subtle awareness seeped into my consciousness as I sensed a subtle expansion. The rudimentary manifestations of limbs and sensory organs stirred within me—an embryonic metamorphosis that hinted at the emergence of a humanoid fetus. The anticipation, a constant undercurrent of excitement, coursed through my being, infusing me with an almost childlike giddiness.

My hands, legs, eyes, nose, and other rudimentary components began to take shape, weaving the intricate tapestry of a nascent existence. The prospect of a complete, mobile body fueled my anticipation, creating a palpable sense of eagerness that permeated every fragment of my burgeoning consciousness. In this embryonic state, I reveled in the promise of mobility and the unfolding narrative of my newfound existence.

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As the sands of time flowed, the sensation of confinement began to wane, and I could feel the expansiveness of my burgeoning soul within this growing vessel. Excitement surged through me as I discovered a newfound ability to manipulate minuscule portions of my form into an ethereal state. The thrill of this power lay in the ability to sculpt and alter my shape, either expanding or contracting at will.

With each ethereal transition, the symphony of my body's composition played in the background of my consciousness. I could discern the intricate arrangements of cells, a mesmerizing dance of life that begged exploration. However, the vastness of the unknown held me back; the fear of unintended consequences tempered my curiosity, leaving the full extent of my potential untapped.

The crescendo of development echoed through my being, a visceral awareness of my physical growth. The time drew near—the imminent departure from the sanctuary of my mother's womb. The anticipation pulsed through me like a heartbeat, the excitement of stepping into a world unknown mingling with the familiarity of a life yet to unfold. As the threshold approached, I could sense the advent of a new chapter, marked by the exhilarating prospect of life beyond the confines of the womb.

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Eyes finally opened, and the world revealed itself in a burst of colors and shapes.##

#PACK#

In the cradle of a room, my newborn cries echoed, a performance carefully orchestrated to conceal the burgeoning strength within. The nurse's touch, a seemingly painful encounter, failed to elicit the genuine distress it once might have. The absorption of those mysterious particles had gifted me resilience beyond the norm, and though the act was convincing, I found solace in the knowledge that my infantile body harbored unparalleled fortitude.

My eyes, devoid of the usual vulnerability, effortlessly navigated this vibrant new reality. The room, adorned with the tapestry of emotions, became a canvas for my heightened senses. The cries, now a mere echo, were accompanied by a silent resolve, a manifestation of the strength that lurked beneath the facade of infancy.

My mother's warm presence enveloped me, her touch a gentle reassurance. Conversations between her and a man, presumably my father happened. Unable to decipher their conversation due to the unfamiliar language. As the ebb and flow of their words continued, a gentle lullaby, I succumbed to the rhythmic cadence, drifting into a peaceful slumber. My body never stopping as it relentlessly devoured those white orbs, each intake fueling a voracious appetite that seemed insatiable.