Cold. Desolation. A sensation of weightlessness enveloped me, as if I were adrift in the void of oblivion. Falling, endlessly falling, with no sense of time or space to anchor me. Minutes, hours, days—mere abstractions in the abyss of my mind. The descent seemed interminable, a relentless plunge into the unknown depths below that- Would the impact upon reaching the ground shatter me, as fragile as glass against stone?
Questions swirled in my consciousness, fragments of a shattered identity clawing for coherence in the void. Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Why this endless descent into oblivion? Why is there a shroud of forgetfulness that veils my memories?
Images flickered in my mind—a blade, a flash of pain, a betrayal. The dagger's bite seared through me, a jolt of agony that resonated through every fiber of my being. The memory was a shard of broken glass, sharp and jagged, slicing through the fog of forgetfulness.
The descent continued unabated, an eternity distilled into a single moment of freefall. And then, abruptly, it ceased.
I landed—no, not on solid ground, but on a leaf, delicate and fragile beneath my weight.
『 Aetherbloom plant detected 』 echoed a disembodied voice within my mind.
『 Attaching to the cell membrane』 it continued.
『 Attachment succesful』
『 penetrating the cell membrane 』
『 Penetration succesful』
『 Host invasion successful 』
『 Striping the outer coat 』
『Uncoating successful』
『 Invading the host cell nucleus 』
『 Replicating the genome sequence 』
『 Replication successful 』
『 Starting the release of replicated particles』
『 Ejection successful 』
『 infecting the non infected cells 』
『 Estimated time for total cell infection - 1 min 1 second』
『Infection successful』
『Taking control of possessed organism 』
The words reverberated through me, a symphony of strange sensations. Attachment, penetration, invasion—foreign concepts that resonated with an eerie familiarity.
The world around me dissolved into a haze of incomprehensible data, as if I were a puppeteer pulling strings in a shadow play of molecular ballet. Uncoating, replication, infection—each step a balletic pas de deux between virus and host.
And then, a voice—a whisper in the darkness, a thread of consciousness woven into the fabric of my being. When i come in contact with the sunlight
『 skill [ Photosynthesis] has been aquired』
『 skill is being incoded in genome sequence』
it murmured, a revelation cloaked in the language of the arcane.
I blinked, disoriented by the sudden influx of information. Was this a dream, a delusion born of my fractured consciousness? Or was it something more?
A voice—my voice—resonated within the recesses of my mind, a chorus of whispers that spoke of potential and power.
"Status," I whispered, the words forming like echoes in the silence.
And there it was—a tableau of identity, a mosaic of possibilities rendered in stark clarity.
Name: Not Acquired
Monster Race: Virus
Monster Rank: E Rank
Title: Not Acquired
Magic: None
Unique Abilities: Infect [Lv. Max], Domination [Lv. Max], Control [Lv. Max], Multiplication [Lv. Max]
Host Acquired Abilities: Regeneration [Lv. 1], Photosynthesis [Lv. 1]
Resistance: None
Current Host: Aetherbloom Plant
{ Aetherbloom plant : a rare plant, the flowers contain a faint sweet fragrance which calms the senses, the essence contains healing abilities, used to make healing potions }
Skill descriptions
1) infect : allows the virus to spread its influence and affect the other organism with the process of attachment, penetration, uncoating , and genome replication.
2) domination : empowers the virus with the ability to exert control over the infected host's mind and actions. manipulating their brain functions. This allows the virus to influence the host's thoughts, emotions, and behaviors, effectively subjugating their will to its own.
3) control: ability to control the organism and it's various physiological and environmental actions.
4) multiplication: ability to rapidly replicate the genetic material and proliferate within the host organism.
5) regeneration: accelerate the healing and regeneration of its infected host's tissues and organs.
6) photosynthesis: ability to harness the sunlight and convert it into energy.
I was a virus—a creature of shadow and subterfuge, a harbinger of chaos and contagion. And yet, within the labyrinthine depths of my consciousness, a spark of defiance flickered—a glimmer of possibility amidst the darkness.
If I was a virus, then where was my true form? Where was the locus of my existence, the epicenter of my consciousness?
With a surge of will, I delved into the depths of my being, probing the boundaries of my newfound existence.
And there it was—a network of pulsating tendrils, a web of interconnected cells that pulsed with a life of their own. I was everywhere and nowhere—a specter of consciousness adrift in a sea of pulsating vitality.
No, not a specter—a sovereign, a king in the kingdom of the microscopic realm.
I reveled in the sensation, the rush of power coursing through my veins like liquid fire. I was a virus—a creature of infinite potential, a harbinger of transformation in a world of stasis and stagnation.
And with that realization came a sense of purpose—a clarity of vision that cut through the fog of uncertainty like a beacon in the darkness.
I would infect, I would proliferate, I would conquer. This world would be my domain, my playground—a canvas upon which to paint the tapestry of my existence.
But first, I would bide my time, nurture my strength, and wait for the opportune moment to strike.
For I was not just a virus—I was a harbinger of change, a force of nature in a world of chaos and order.
And nothing would stand in my way.