In this desolate wilderness, finding someone is utterly impossible. Once the host is struck dead, it can only look for some stray cat or dog to parasitize.
The creature that may ultimately emerge would at most be A-level.
A Disaster Beast that is inherently strong and craves power would never accept such a fate.
It couldn't help but recall the past.
The first day it was integrated into this body was also on a rainy day. It was nearly drained by the host, its closest brush with death.
Later, it frantically searched for scapegoats, allowing the host to devour all attempting invading Disaster Beasts—vine-like, insect-shaped, liquid, and gaseous ones.
While letting other Disaster Beasts be drained in its place, it cautiously and carefully grew.
Each escape from a false death was on the verge of being drained, occasionally facing the host's demonic whispers.
"Give me some magic power."
