"Parasyte." The Parasyte seemed quite serious about the description of itself.
Kurozawa neither confirmed nor denied, nodding. "As you wish, Parasyte."
"Do you have a name? Parasyte can refer to your species, but do you have a name as an individual?"
Lefty thought for a moment, its eyeball unconsciously swaying back and forth, then said, "No. Before maturing, I didn't have the concept of a name."
It was essentially a newborn, but it knew a lot.
"Then name yourself."
"I can't just keep calling you Parasyte."
Lefty paused, lost in thought.
Some of its habits might be related to Kurozawa, its host. While thinking, Lefty formed a small hand beside its body, resting its chin on it and unconsciously rubbing.
After a few seconds, Lefty shook its eyeball. "I can't think of one."
It wasn't that it truly couldn't think of one, but rather that it struggled to grasp the concept of a name. A name didn't have a special meaning; it seemed any name would work. With too many choices, it was difficult to decide.
Lefty preferred precise things, like mathematical formulas where one is one and two is two, and was not fond of things with many options.
Kurozawa snapped his fingers and said, "Since you're parasitic on the left hand, how about Lefty?"
"There's a Righty next door. I can take you to meet it sometime."
He wasn't particular about names; Lefty was more like a pet name, no different from calling something Big Yellow, Little White, or Ball.
After absorbing a lot of common knowledge about Earth, Lefty also understood that such names usually belonged to pets.
However, it didn't object, but spoke in a mechanical voice with little emotion. "Okay, then I'll be called Lefty from now on."
While using the phone, Lefty talked with Kurozawa. At the same time, it noticed the computer sitting idle on the desk, which hadn't been used much.
"Can I use the computer?" it asked Kurozawa.
Kurozawa didn't answer directly, but instead pondered with great interest. "Why are you asking for my opinion?"
In his memory, Parasyte—no, Parasites—even if they parasitized a human limb and failed to parasitize by devouring the brain, their behavior was quite arrogant. They didn't give the human host much face and held the dominant position.
Things like actively asking and seeking opinions didn't seem like something a Parasyte would do.
Under Kurozawa's gaze, Lefty trembled.
Although Kurozawa's current demeanor was gentle and friendly, the deep-seated fear influenced Lefty. It had struggled painfully within his body as a juvenile, been intimidated by the Pitch-Black Aura and Moon Breathing aura, and only matured by giving its all to survive.
The smiling Kurozawa, in Lefty's eyes, was a high-level predator whose every pore radiated intense danger.
He's not human... A realization dawned in Lefty's mind.
"Because I rely on you to survive, and I don't want to die."
"Any organism has a survival instinct, and I'm no exception," Lefty answered.
Kurozawa nodded. "Go ahead. The power-on password is the first eight digits of pi."
Immediately after, Lefty extended another small part of itself, climbed onto the computer desk, and opened the computer, operating it simultaneously with the phone.
Kurozawa's appearance was now somewhat bizarre.
His left hand extended about two meters in total and split into three parts from the middle.
One was talking to him, one was looking down and using the phone, and the last one was operating the computer.
It was multitasking, but it didn't affect Lefty's thinking. The logic it displayed while talking to Kurozawa was very complete, and it had an independent personality and way of thinking.
After a while, Kurozawa moved his left arm and said, "Stop for now. You should know quite a bit already. Now show me your abilities."
Lefty paused slightly, then nodded silently.
Closing the computer and putting down the phone, the split body parts simultaneously returned, and the left hand resumed its original appearance.
Immediately after, under Kurozawa's gaze, the left hand's appearance changed abruptly.
The healthy, wheat-colored skin of a calf seemed to melt away layer by layer, and then bloody muscles rolled out, covering the palm and back of the hand.
These muscle fibers were very clear and tough, containing surging power.
At the same time, from the base of the five fingers, another change began.
All five fingers deformed simultaneously, changing into a different appearance almost in the blink of an eye.
The fleshy fingers turned into cold, hard steel. The overall appearance resembled a sharp dagger with a slight curve, and it was also covered in barbed thorns. Each one was about ten centimeters long, and some faint, spiderweb-like bloody patterns were vaguely visible around them.
Additionally, in the position of the bloody muscles on the back of the hand, an eyeball was squeezed out, and a small mouth split open.
"Strengthened muscles, hardened cells, external shape transformation."
"These are roughly my three main abilities."
"I'll give you control. Feel it."
Parasitizing Kurozawa's left hand was considered a failed parasitization, but given the situation, Lefty was powerless to change it. Moreover, it felt that its chances of survival were much higher with Kurozawa, with him in control, than with other members of its kind.
This body was much stronger than that of an ordinary human.
After speaking, the eyeball and mouth both receded and disappeared.
Kurozawa didn't answer.
He opened his palm, then suddenly clenched it tight.
Bang! A muffled thud faintly echoed in the air, and the airflow was scattered into a small ripple of air.
"This feeling of power... the strength in my left hand far exceeds the rest of my body."
He extended his right hand, avoiding the blade-like fingers, and clasped it with his left.
Immediately after, his two hands began to wrestle, holding nothing back.
Creak, creak Sounds like tough fabric being twisted rang out. Kurozawa's left hand continued to exert force, gradually increasing the pressure. His normal right hand quickly couldn't endure it, and a patch of bruised purplish-black appeared on the skin, while the underlying muscles began to tear.
Whoosh. Kurozawa activated Total Concentration, almost doubling his attributes.
His right hand seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, and its condition improved slightly, but the force applied by his left hand had not yet reached its limit and continued to increase steadily.
Over ten seconds later, his right hand once again let out a groan of being overwhelmed.
Snap. Muscles pulped, bones squeezed together, grinding and shifting.
Kurozawa could feel a large number of cracks appearing on the bones within his right hand, rapidly radiating and spreading. It was only thanks to the regenerative ability of the Immortal Body that it wasn't crushed into pulp.
"A single Parasyte left hand completely overwhelms my right hand in Total Concentration state. It has at least 15 points or more in strength."
Kurozawa was very satisfied.
Unlike the attack mode that splits into various fleshy tentacles and blades, Lefty's ability to concentrate on a single point and strengthen the body in turn provided a much greater increase in strength than Kurozawa had anticipated.
Immediately after, a fierce look appeared in Kurozawa's eyes. His five fingers, transformed into sharp blades, moved abruptly, slashing towards his right hand.
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