Chrysalis

Turns out, letting a giant Crocodile take a sizeable chunk out of your business district is exceedingly painful. Like, it hurts a frickin' lot.

FTAGN!

MY ASS!

Is this a hostile takeover of my commercial operations!? What the hell, Croc?!

In that one strike my Hp has plunged perilously low. I activate my regen gland once again to let whatever regeneration that has accumulated up to this point flow into my system and pull me back from the brink.

[Deep Meditation has reached level 2]

I bet it has.

[Cerebral Endurance has reached level 4]

If the brain is a muscle then I've pumped the heck out of mine. I'm certain its sprained. Thank goodness for meditation keeping my mind relatively calm in this moment. It isn't stopping me from rolling around on the ground in agony as I contemplate life without a backside, but it is allowing me the freedom of thought to openly mock myself. So that's something.

The Croc isn't doing any better than me thankfully. I fired both barrels of acid straight into his open mouth. I'm assuming that both sets of jaws share one throat, so the poor sucker has little hope of getting anything out of his mouths. The sticky acid will be hardening and gumming up his pipes just as fast as it burns through that soft, soft inner flesh.

"HSSSSSS! HARRAAAARRR!" the Croc gurgles and hisses as it struggles, falling to the ground as it thrashes about and throws itself off balance due to its one extra heavy leg.

CRASH.

The enormous beast falls heavily into the dirt. It raises all of its available claws to rip and tear at its own neck, ripping away scales and skin with its own hands.

Wait a sec. Is what I think it is? Is it just me or is that Croc turning a little blue?

Sure enough, the Croc is choking. The acid has solidified and blocked its throat, forbidding the passage of air. Even more than the burning effect, the lack of air is really starting to tell on the Croc.

I lie panting as my body slowly tries to regenerate itself. A huge chunk has been ripped out of my carapace and my insides have been exposed to the world. I barely want to move as I watch the Croc gradually struggle less and less, growing more feeble with the passage of time, until finally.

[You have slain level 53 Garralosh Praeceptorem]

[You have gained experience]

have reached

have reached level

have reached level

have reached

have reached

reached

have reached level

... what?

Just like that? And level fifty three?! Just how evolved was this monster? If I think about it, my max level should be forty right now. So this monster is at least one evolution beyond me. There's a chance that

because we evolved once more I thought I was the bees knees, cock of the walk, the big

this powerful are common. Not at this level. Unless I miss my guess, this big fellow must have been fairly old. Old enough to pile up a ton

Biomass.

be able to get out

…

*Gulp*

you able

just grunts in reply, his eyes

over here and eat. You need to regrow

forward with his hands once again

all right? Where are

here, Master] her voice echoes weakly in my mind as I see a tired tentacle wobble into the air a few metres

find a withered bundle of tentacles collapsed in a heap around her spherical main body.

grab a hold of my antennae

enemy

done for it. Eat and heal yourself. We can talk

grip is feather light, nothing like the strength she should be able to exert. I carefully use my antennae to lift her off the ground and carry her towards the Croc before

senior?" Vibrant asks

I sigh.

time

her carapace that

the bone, the four of us crawl to the still remains of the massive Croca. How much Biomass would

reach forward to take a

a new source of Biomass, Garralosh Praeceptorem. One