Chapter 2

Skye

This doesn't look good.

The scene in front of me was quite jarring to say the least. An armored angel's spear poised to pierce a fairy's body. It seems like a scuffle had occurred, and this particular pixie was just strong enough to hold him off until now, or he was already weakened from the earlier fight to do anything about it.

Carefully approaching them under the cover of darkness, I moved up a nearby tree, preparing my attack as they talked… about something I couldn't hear. This was starting to become a problem.

Looking at my short useless limbs, I found that they were virtually useless in jumping, so my wings will have to do. However, not only does it compromise my position, but they are also a pain to deal with. While I could fly over there with wind magic, it would simply amount to falling straight down and hovering about three inches above the dirt.

Bickering with myself, I threw around ideas under an immense urgency, finally concluding when the deciding strike was just about to take place. Running along a branch, I pushed myself off it with great force, gliding through the air with only a quiet "whish" following my movements.

I landed on the demon's nape, near the point where the helmet and chest piece met. This seemed to have distracted the holy being, turning around to face whomever was dumb enough to try and sneak up on God's creations. It didn't quite notice my presence yet, perhaps he had thought of me as a slight discomfort, but nothing more.

Using this opportunity, I struck him with a fairly simple charged attack. In combination with my skill potentials, my attack tore through the bio-metallic surface he called skin and tore through his flesh like butter.

Though the opening was small (relative to his body), it was enough for me to crawl inside. Genuine surprise. Blood did not leak out of the wound but instead oil, or some vermillion substance that wasn't blood.

It felt absolutely abhorrent to my senses, akin to a viscous acid which ate at me for the entirety of my duration. Gritting through the pain, I continued biting at the enemy, ripping entire sections with my mandibles, gouging out portions before turning around and doing the same for the other side.

With each morsel I chewed on, the damage done to my body would ever so slightly heal, equal to the amount I was getting hurt. And seeing as there was no shortage to how much I could devour, potential hours could pass without me noticing.

Except of course when a sudden crash squashed my back, folding me like an omelet. Before I even realized, the magatsuhi surrounding me failed to hold its shape, deforming into red clumps that were easier to absorb.

Did I win? Maybe, but there was no way of knowing. Not unless I borough out of here. One slight problem, I have no idea where in the body my current location was. In an incredible stroke of brilliance, I turned myself over to a random direction and dug through mountains more of bio-metal, growing faster with each bite.

Over the course of *record scratch* knows how long, I've somehow managed to exit out the foot only to find a group of people discussing above me. They wouldn't have seen me if it weren't for the fact that my existence is somewhat noticeable now.

Almost immediately, my body was flung through the air like some knock-off toy, sending me crashing into a wall where I subsequently fell to my doom.

[You have been knocked out.]

[Please wait… 2 hours for the debuff to be removed.]

Son of a bitch! What the hell even threw me in the first place!? I have barely been here for an hour and I'm already receiving abuse for merely choosing gacha over something guaranteed. Urgh! Seriously wish I could've chosen human at this point, certainly beats waiting for my Nahobino form to hear things