Several hours later, Alex woke, or rather, became aware. He was a small, wriggling worm, surrounded by pure waste and sticky things, occasionally squeezed by the saint's internal movements. His unfamiliar body felt utterly disgusting.
Disgusting! I know I wasn't the one who did it! Aghhh!! He recoiled mentally, yet a strange feeling kept the true revulsion at bay. "This is weird. Everything is weird, haha… I should stop acting like someone is watching me."
Meanwhile, outside, the saint was in despair. She was terrified. Not only had she lost her virginity, but also her divine power felt diminished, and even a divine artifact had vanished. This was the worst possible outcome for an avatar of the goddess of purity, who would not accept anyone impure. Public execution might be her fate.
She found herself in a crude medieval toilet. A strangely pleasant sensation washed over her. She hadn't relieved herself in three days due to their journey, and her stomach had swollen from the blockage. Unbeknownst to her, it was also due to the alien presence that had just vacated her.
As she defecated, the worm slowly detached. Alex, now much thicker and longer, looking less like a simple parasite and more like a monstrous caterpillar-snail hybrid, wiggled discreetly into a blind spot along the smooth edge of the old western toilet. A deep sense of relief, three times more potent than urinating after holding it all day, washed over her as she let out a gasp of stuttered air in relief.
"System, use my available points to make this body able to hold on and give me some teeth. Give me a look at the surroundings."
Alex felt a bizarre transformation as several tiny, strong-gripping legs sprouted from his form. He now truly resembled a grotesque cross between a centipede and a large snail.
[Using Beginner's privileges to temporarily unlock Divine Eye.]
He wanted to question the "temporarily" and the "privileges"—why "wasn't it free like before? But there was no time. If the sight ended quickly, he'd lose his advantage. He concentrated, sweeping his vision across the house.
It was a fairly large household with four rooms. In the kitchen, he spotted a sexy-looking, curvy, middle-aged milf with big, mildly saggy breasts, black hair, brownish-black eyes, a big ass, and a little belly fat. Her skin looked amazing for her age, and her butt cheeks, even through soft fabric, seemed alluringly exposed, seemingly inviting a slap and a grope.
He forced himself to refocus. In another room, a young man, nothing but skin and bones, lay naked, his back traced with sickly greenish veins—clearly unhealthy. The boy was performing some kind of ritual at a handmade wooden table, intricately carved with symbols. He watched as the frail boy, stifling a scream with a bitten cloth, cut his own little finger in half. Blood generously poured onto an ancient-looking book beside him. A note explaining "how to summon a demon" lay nearby. Alex watched, curious and cautious, but nothing happened.
After a while even the saint left the toilet, finishing her business, but no devil or demon appeared.
Hearing a woman's call—presumably his mother—the frail boy frantically hid everything and cleaned, tears streaming down his face. "I'm going to the toilet!" he screamed, filled with frustration and sorrow. "Don't go to my room and touch my stuff!"
Alex smiled creepily. Haha, I have a devious plan. As he retreated, his eyes scanned the area once more. The toilet felt detached, slightly larger than usual. The whole house stood near a forest, surrounded by two walls: one stone with sharp iron wires, the other merely mud.
"Hey, System, how much BP do I have?"
[Biomass: 1.5 kg]
As the boy approached, devastated and hiding his tears, Alex positioned himself. He would enter the boy's ass. Disgusting, but I have to survive. And quickly, before this dream vanishes, I want to fuck. The boy sat on the toilet, whimpering, "Why? Why? Why?"
Alex clung to his ass cheek, struggling against gravity, producing a slimy substance. He was about to jump, now more familiar with his new body but still feeling trippy from the transformation. He sprang—
But the boy instantly stood up, panicked, staring at the centipede. "I knew it!" he mumbled in frustration, grabbing a stick to kill it. "We should have upgraded the toilet!"
Panic seized Alex as the boy began beating him. Shit, shit, should I hide inside the shithole? Desperation filled him. He scrambled, trying to climb onto the boy, determined.
The young man screamed, "Whoa!" and flicked Alex away. Just as Alex was about to make his move, he felt a strong resistance. A warning message blared in his vision:
[Caution before proceeding.] [Target's mana reacting to mana over 20: Danger, HIGH RISK.]
Alex was flicked off again as the frustrated young man stuttered, aggressively chasing the centipede.
A knock came from the door. "Is everything okay, son?"
"Ah, yes, Aunty, I'm okay," the boy stammered. "It was just an insect. We really should change our toilet to the new ones."
"You know that's not possible. We're lucky to even have this much support from your uncle."
With the limited time, Alex hid inside the toilet hole. This is bad. What do I do now? If this goes on, I might die. I shouldn't risk it. To get more context, he used his divine eye to look around after securing his hiding spots, seeing some roaches. To ease his uneasiness, Alex chuckled; he sure is comfortable talking to his mother half-naked in the toilet.
Sigh, I was an overconfident dumbass directly going to take over someone as a literal bug.
Then a new thought sparked: That's it.
Let's pretend his ritual was successful and transfer my system to him by partially taking over and asking for his permission.
"System, is it possible to show that or to do that?"
[Affirmative. However, a full-body takeover will be impossible without consent, risking immediate discovery. Requires significant expenditure of corruption and divine power.]
[WARNING: High risk of self-discovery if failed.]
"Thank God I have a talking system." "I don't have any other choice, okay?" Alex resolved. He channeled his remaining divine power and corruption, the last thread of his godlike status painfully snapping. The system warned him again, labeling it a suicidal act, his final trump card. He waited.
A reddish-black, ominous-looking screen flashed with a back tattoo as a border cover.
The fallen god of primal urge wants to give you a second chance to change your fate. Will you allow it to take over??
[yes] / [no]
[Warning: Don't resist and sacrifice your mana by throwing out all of your mana in its purest form.]
The young man, perplexed yet filled with a desperate joy and hope, didn't notice the worm clinging to his butt cheek, trying its best to move against gravity, producing a slimy substance. If the young man shifted just a little, he would be deciding Alex's fate.
Is this a fallen god that I know? The young man's mind raced, his eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon appearing before him. Is he the devil himself? No, no! He was slain. This is different. He is the primal god of urge. A desperate thought. What is the price? He wanted to ask, but either way, he felt he was doomed. He took a deep breath, inhaling a rather familiar, funny, nutty smell, and ignored it. He began to push all his mana out through his hands. The young man felt something on his butt cheeks but dismissed it, focusing on the dangerous act of forcefully pushing out his mana reservoir—something not even recommended for a seasoned mage.
Fuck, just do it! Why are you taking so long? You're the one who was begging! Alex thought, frustrated. He couldn't feel the mana around him and didn't know what it truly was, but he felt a strange, warmish goosebump sensation. He dismissed it as nervousness.
[Mission successful: User has made first contract.] [You have gained...]
"Yes, now I shall start drilling," Alex chuckled, a dark satisfaction blooming in him. He made a move towards the young man's asshole. Just as he was about to transfer his whole body, the boy suddenly shifted. Drained by the mana depreciation and mental exhaustion, the boy stumbled backward onto the commode. The small worm fell, landing instead on his tiny penis. It was small, like that of a child.
[Does the user wish to consume reproductive glands to gain points?]
Alex paused. Although it was a system suggestion, he felt a flicker of doubt, his thoughts racing. He blurted out a rapid-fire series of questions: "Hey, the system consuming his organ won't kill him, right? And will it help me take over faster? Will I be able to take over this organ afterward?"
[No, he will not die. Yes, it will. Yes, the user will be able to after fulfilling requirements.]
"By requirements, you mean points and nutrition, right?"
[Affirmative.]
Alex had no choice. He had to eat the young man's penis, mentally willing himself to reduce to the smallest size possible to do so. In his haste, and despite the disgust of eating and entering, he proceeded, quickly deactivating his Divine Eye to preserve the precious time he had left.
As he crawled inside, a notification flashed. Man, I really need some instruction manuals. What is this beginner's pack? How long does the premium version last? Can I get it back?
[Would you like to read the user manual?] The system spoke this time, not needing to be addressed by name.
Wow, lovely, you're going to give it to me now, huh? Alex thought, a surge of frustration. But then, a more pragmatic thought cut through. I should be grateful for this good opportunity and system; even if it seems a little lacking, it's far better than some shitty ones.
He traversed through a living mini-cave that secreted two kinds of liquids, both disgusting and yet, strangely, amazingly smelling. What the fuck did I just think? Am I freaking out, or did I just feel that this smelled great?
[System suggestion: By using the special pack feature, the system will take over the body automatically with maximum efficiency. Say "proceed" to start the process.
"Proceed," Alex said aloud, and then he slept.
He woke up terrified, half-convinced it was all a dream. But to his assurance, he saw the body of a young man checking himself in the mirror for any changes, calling out different names. Did the takeover fail? Ah, the terms…
"The great Primal God of Urge, Devil the Conqueror, a great fallen Primal God!"
Alex chuckled. Then he called to the system. "Am I able to communicate with him?"
[Yes. If the user focuses, neuroelectrical and chemical signals can be sent.
The young man was almost losing hope. Alex, laughing eerily, trying to act like an evil god—mimicking a certain video game character who goes around killing gods—asked, "What is your name, boy?"
"Ohh God! You are real!" The young man cried out.
"Yes, I am, you moron," Alex projected, a cruel amusement in his voice. "The dumb ritual of yours failed successfully, haha."
The young man was so happy that he shed tears of joy. Alex, surprisingly, felt a strange sympathy for him. Sigh, I can't even take over his body until I fulfill the contract.
"Tell me your name, boy," Alex commanded, his tone deepening into something truly evil.
"Ah, my name is Ashen, my lord, the Great Devil..."
"Alex... shut up, keep it short," the young man stammered, still looking at himself in the mirror. "Is that truly what you look like?" He saw an image of himself, but better: his body covered with intricate tattoos and rippling abs and a prominent, sleeping "donger" shape visible in his loose black pants.
"Huh, me?!" Alex grumbled. It's your future. "Since you made a deal with me, your soul and fate have changed for the better," he projected. "If I hadn't pitied you, you would never in a million years be able to summon a fly…"
"Accept this contract, and you will be able to achieve what you wish and desire."
Ashen looked perplexed. "Wait, haven't I already accepted it?"
Alex internally said, "Because my dumbass didn't make a proper contract."
"Ahem, that was just a test to see your attitude and desire," Alex's voice boomed. "I might be an evil god, but I have principles. That's why I am asking you, will you accept the contract?"
Alex panicked and then sighed, thinking, "I should have prepared," as he frantically wondered how to present the contract. "Hey System," he thought, "are you able to give a summary of his memory or any background info like status?"
To his surprise, it did.
It was like a movie, everything flooding in so fast it was jarring. Ashen's story was strikingly similar to Alex's own. No wonder he felt some kind of involuntary urge to help him. Except here, it was Ashen's aunt who was bullied, and his stepsisters looked at him with disgust, never defending him when he was bullied by his uncle.
Well, this person is kind of a stepdad. Wait, she isn't his real mother too?
Oh, so his original dad had remarried a stepmom to raise him, being in the military. Now his dad was killed. And his uncle was eyeing—or already had been with—his stepmother, planning to seize all the inheritance while his father, a mercenary adventurer, was away for months and wouldn't be coming back. Hmmmm…
So, Ashen's deepest desire was vengeance. He wanted to kill his uncle and aunt because they had slowly poisoned and tortured him for years. It was too late; he was going to die in a week or so—or at least he would have, but now he had Alex.
No wonder this guy was trying to make a deal with demons. He had even wanted to thank his stepmother, the only one who had helped him a little. She was more like a big sister to him, though powerless to properly buy him anything, only able to give him hidden scraps of food and small luxuries. It was because of his uncle's "soft spot" for her that Ashen had survived.
"Soft spot, huh?" Alex scoffed internally, his thoughts cutting through the raw emotion of Ashen's memories. "More like trying to make her his. Well, because of that, she could get him little food and luxuries, and oh, he was also forced to quit his academy as well."
"Ugh, that was so complicated," Alex muttered, rubbing his nonexistent hands. "Well, why is that aunt sexy, though? I can't help it, sorry, man. I will fuck her no matter what."
Alex chuckled to himself. You did make a deal with the devil, you know;
A chill ran through Ashen's very being. He had made a contract with an evil god, one who was clearly desperate to fuck.