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 level

reached

have reached

reached

reached

reached

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

crap. We took on something like that and survived? What the hell was I thinking?! Just because we evolved once more I thought I was the bees

level. Unless I miss my guess, this big fellow must have been fairly old. Old enough to pile up a ton

Biomass.

Biomass will we be able to get out of this

…

*Gulp*

are you

his eyes still

You need to

he starts to pull himself forward with his hands once again I

you all

weakly in my mind as I see

of tentacles collapsed

my antennae and I'll take

the enemy

done for it. Eat and heal yourself. We

she should be able to exert. I carefully use my antennae to lift her off the ground and carry her towards the Croc before letting her

to eat, senior?" Vibrant asks

I sigh.

time to

least hurt. Mind you, she still has a long crack in the side of her carapace that is yet to heal. At least the wound is no longer deep enough that I

of us crawl to the still remains of the massive Croca. How much Biomass would a creature

I reach forward to take a

new source of Biomass, Garralosh Praeceptorem. One Biomass