Chrysalis

Being thrown into the mouth of oblivion isn't exactly what I had planned for myself in my second life but I guess things don't exactly turn out according to plan all the time.

For instance I was reborn as ant rather than a human, but hey, no use in complaining.

As the tentacles part before me to reveal the cavernous, impossibly wide mouth of the Jellymaw a tingle of fear shivers through my carapace.

The inside of this monster is simply, black. I can't see a throat or anything! Long curved fangs emerge from pure darkness and outline a gaping void, empty of any trace of the creatures I'd seen consumed before.

What. The. Heck.

I don't have much time to admire the scenery! Let him have it!

Opening my mouth wide I unleash the tightly packed mana I had concealed in my throat. Like a tightly packed explosive given a tiny outlet the pure force of energy roars out of my mouth in a focused beam of destruction. Idly I wonder why my teeth don't get shattered by the blast as it canons out of me but I may just have to put that down to my perfect aim and control.

….

The moment I unleash my strike the world flickers before my eyes, the mass of tentacles that is the Jellymaw vanishes from before me as my vision is filled with a flurry of hooked appendages and cascading dirt as the kinetic force of my blast slams into the far wall of the chamber, obliterating the other monster who happened to be skulking there.

[You have slain level 2 Lesser Imp]

[You have gained experience]

…

Sorry buddy. That wasn't on purpose.

Finally my feet hit the ground and I can tell I'm a sorry sight. Three of my legs are busted from the pressure the tentacles applied as they constricted me. Thankfully not all on one side so I can still walk somewhat well. Numerous punctures and scratches mar my carapace after the barbs tore into me as best they could.

I could activate it immediately but instinct tells me the effect will be exponentially better if I can hold off until the gland is full. I'll have to cope with

I can, I need to get something out

legs, although I can't really recall what is was like to have only two. I think I heard somewhere that the human mind is capable of adapting to a new environment in only two weeks. It's

long time. I mean, do you really need them? Mandibles seem to work out just fine. I guess I don't have to open

a coiled heap at the edge of the chamber, looking for like a tangled rope

know it's still alive, I haven't heard the announcement from Gandalf yet, not going to fall for that one

power of human

survive my shout. At the very last second the beast reacted by bringing every tentacle it could in front of its face to block

those fearsome appendages have been destroyed or heavily damaged, they twitch and flop on the ground now as the beast attempts

strike, half the core is a molten mess, sagging and weeping what I assume is blood from its collapsed head. The mouth is nowhere to be

I sense danger! The several tentacles whip through the air towards me! The core

lash at the ground, hauling the body of the monster into the air

I'm not

IDIOT!

the dreams in which you

to the extreme I retreated as quickly as I could, admittedly not very quick, as soon as I touched that

as it failed to find anything, the tentacles flopping about, attempting to seek its foe even as the creature breaths heavily,

to settle

And become my food!

Shattering Bite!

the mandibles of energy once more, bringing them

beast has no choice but to

level 4 Crinis

[You have gained experience]

I'm…. So tired!

three remaining good legs, my vision fuzzing to black