The new body

Waking up after that 'thing' sent me to my new world I find myself panicking because my instincts say he has fucked me over. I check my soul to find every ability in place, but my body does not feel developed. This is good because I can go over the information from the magic computer and increase my innates.

I check my instincts for what he did, but it tells me it is best to wait and see after I am born. This tells me two things; one it has something to do with my body and two I never asked if I could designate what I was born as. He likely made me an animal which I will have to fix. Petty monstrosity, mother fucker!

I am going to focus on my innates and the information that I gained to create a human form for myself before I am born. I go all out, instincts telling me how to move the newfound life energy I sense in my cell body, research on how animals used mana to evolve into a humanoid body, willpower to force evolution in whatever fetus like state I am in, devouring the energy in my surroundings to increase the rate of change. Even using the life and mental energies from my previous body to shape a human looking body.

Months pass like this with my abilities skyrocketing from constant use. I learn how to merge three energies that originate from my body, mind, and soul into an evolved energy. It was like how chakra was made of a combination spiritual and physical energy for versatility and power. Mine is for versatility from the mind, power from the body, and mysticality from the soul.

At nine months my instincts tell me that I need to break free. This narrows down the possibilities of what I am to egg laying animals, please don't be a platypus!

Throwing my human like fist the shell breaks into sharp dangerous shrapnel that speeds off into the sunset. I cycled my newfound fusion energy to make myself human, but it looks like it also increases my strength. Whoops.

I slither my way out of my shell to see a jungle like biome that just screams uninhabited island. Looking back at my eggshell I see my lower half trailing behind me into a crystalline silver egg that looks tougher than diamond. So, I'm a snake. Ugh, this will just bring loads of trouble.

I remember a research study from the magical world, snake type animals that eat their shell after hatching have a better magic reserve than other. I am not going to put a magic core in my body because studies show, for as powerful as it is, when slightly damaged the chance of explosion increases one-hundred percent.

No thanks! I will eat the shell, but that magic is turning into my fusion energy if I have anything to say about it. I put my dainty hands on the shell and start chowing down.

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Wait! Dainty! I look down and to my horror, see small breasts and a girlish figure. "Well this is, new?", I say in confusion. I do not feel all that angry about it. After the initial shock passed, I just accepted that this will be my body in this world.