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Hikaru finally turned his attention to the nurse and reassured her, “She’s fine. She’s just very shy, and is probably very embarrassed now. It’d help if you pretend you saw nothing and leave us be.” Outside, Nozomi was following BaoBao’s directions to the nearest safe spot. [Here!] As soon as Nozomi got the green light, she braced herself for the weight of the creature and transformed. To her surprise, this thing weighed as light as a feather. However, its crinkly dry skin quickly became apparent against her skin. Its breath was disgusting too, with all its rotting teeth. She threw a hard punch to its side, but it held on to her head. Her strong desire to get it off triggered a change in her

he began, his voice a soothing cadence, "Metamorphosa is a power that draws from the very essence of nature. To wield it, one must first forge a profound connection with the elements that shape our world." Elysia nodded, her resolve unwavering. She could feel the weight of the responsibility ahead, a realization that mastering Metamorphosa required not only physical prowess but also a deep attunement to the rhythms of the natural world.

Nikola, Menelik, and the others present, watched, as Melinda's body forcefully underwent the metamorphosis. In the cylindrical structure, Melinda's body continued to convulse with energy, a visible aura emanating from the chamber. Vivid flashes of light enveloped Melinda's body, casting dancing shadows upon the laboratory walls. Her eyes widened with a mixture of anguish and defiance as the transformation engulfed her.

she whispers, shaking her head. “You can,” I insist. “It’s already happening. Don’t fight it—let it come." I take a step back, giving her space. Slowly, the trembling becomes more pronounced, her form starting to blur at the edges. Her fingers elongate, her nails sharpening into claws. Her breathing comes in gasps, but she doesn’t stop. “That’s it,” I say, my voice steady and calm. “You’re doing it." The transformation is slow and uneven, but it’s happening. Her body shifts and twists, fur sprouting along her arms and legs. When it’s over, she stands before us in her new form—smaller and leaner than the rest of us, it's beautiful.

Food was food. All the energy surged into me, rushing through every fragment of my being. I twisted, shattered, and reformed, collapsing only to rise again. I felt as if I were a creature caught in the fire of metamorphosis, fragile, struggling, yet inexorably transforming into something entirely new. The tree ichor had become my sustenance, feeding the core of my being. Now, the frozen snow and jagged stone around me wove themselves into a new shell, cold and firm, shaping the shell in which I would emerge stronger, tempered by the harshness of the world.

Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy. "truck kun ," Takamatsu said as he can't help not stopping feeling happy on how he was not in the underworld but allowed to continue his life somewhere else with the even the possibility of having some cheat but immediately tears streamed down his eyes, though he was at first happy that he was not dead, but after remembering that he can't meet his family again and