Straight to action and straigther to absolute pandemonium. That word means chaos─for you very intelligent readers out there.

OH GOD ITS EATING MY FACE. ITS EATING MY FACE.

AAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

THIS UNSPEAKABLE MONSTROSITY HAD EATEN ME ALIVE.

AAAAAAH! AAAAAH!AAAAAAH!

Now, that must have gotten anyone's attention. I present to you the action that everyone wanted. You might not have any details about what the creature looked like or where it even came from...but that did not matter at all.

Because we got that action.

Damn, this fight was so epic, so much different things were happening and the best part is... you could literally insert into this fight scene whatever you wanted. Giving unnecessary details would have ruined the fight for everyone involved.

Through the power of imagination, everything was possible and the best part was I did not have to explain a single thing.

Getting dissolved in stomach acid surely was not a pleasant activity, but it was not as painful as trying to explain what was happening. All I needed to do was occasionally scream out some nonsensical stuff and make it seem as if those events were currently taking place.

"OH NOOOOOO, IT IS DOING ITS ULTIMATE ATTACK!"

Whether or not those words had any meaning did not matter. Everyone saw the world through my descriptions of the event. Who could tell between the real and fake anyways?

I could go like... "Suddenly the weird monster decided to learn to play the piano and travelled far across the lands to share its wonderful music with the world." And nobody would believe it, even if it was the truth.

Of course, no one would actually be reading this story if they did not believe my words, wouldn't they? A certain degree of trust had to be present or else the story could be outsourced to some other dude, who just wrote about whatever entered their brain.

"DAAAMN, WHY DID IT HAVE A GUN?"

No, it did not have a firearm. For those that were disappointed about the unspecified creature not brandishing modern weaponry, I advise you to get over it.

If you could not get over the fact that guns could not be used in the current setting, I do suggest to simply let your mind run wild and make up your own epic fighting scene. Just join back in when I say "Damn those are big, fat Nuts".

Lemme give you guys some cool buzzwords to keep yourself busy:

Knights in silver armour, in space, inside of a spaceship, inside of a blackhole. Aliens, inside of cars, with guns and swords, on planet Earth. Lamas with hats and lots of drugs and laser weapons.

Have as much fun with this epic fight scene in your mind, while I go back to some normal story-telling. We would see us again once you the code word had been mentioned once more. Don't waste any more time.

GO! A wonderful battle awaits you.

....

Good, since everyone else was busy thinking about a fight scene involving knights, lamas and aliens let me quickly catch you up in how this entire thing came to be.

It all started when I spoke the magical words "Beeg Psycho use your head" The battle was on and everything went terribly wrong as one could have expected it to.

All the monsters from all around the world suddenly teleported in front of my monster.

I could not give you the exact numbers, but their count ranged from "OMG, how many are there?" to "OOOOH LORD IN HEAVENS, MAKE IT STOP". And what happens, when countless monsters were teleported to the same spot?

Chaos, a lot of chaos that is what would happen. No idea, how any of this did work, but now there was seemingly a gigantic blob-like abomination consisting of millions of rat-san monsters.

This thing was even taller than Wishmoppu and looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. The skin could be seen through and beneath it, countless small eyes were looking directly at me─asking, what I had done to them.

It was like all slimes ever killed had turned into the final boss and now sought revenge on all them newbies, who farmed them to gain levels.

Just that the slimes were rats now and nobody had actually killed them. Each and everyone seemed quite angry though─either that or they were begging to be killed. Maybe even both; it was hard to tell there were quite a few eyes staring at me.

Of course, the creature was still growing in size as more and more monsters were summoned to be a part of this wonderful creation. With the space being limited and all that, things would soon get a lot cosier for all the rats inside of it.

This mob was still expanding by the seconds since even more involuntarily subjects were fed to its greedy, all-swallowing gaping maw.

In a lot less fancy terms, the thing was growing bigger and bigger because it was hungry for more.

And to arrive at the current point in time, I needed to mention that it swallowed up everything in its way─including me, the Beeg Psycho and the narration dude, who was still narrating as he usually did.

That marked the end of the background information one might need to understand this entire messed-up situation.

If there were any problems in my descriptions, feel free to put them in the comments below, I would make sure to ignore them just as you guys were ignoring all the comments left by me.

Oh and as for me and the rat-sans I was surrounded by─we had become the bestest of buddies. They might want to kill me, but that was okay... neither of us could move in the first place. So, yeah friends forever and ever.

The Beeg Psycho on the other hand was trying to use a headbutt. Which for obvious reasons, did not work the way it was intended. There was not enough space to use his head effectively.

"BEEG Psycho use BITE"

[Beeg Psycho used |Bite| on Rat-san]

Without going into too many graphic details, a few attacks later the rat had landed in someone's stomach. Thus, giving my monster a healthy meal and some juicy XP on top.

The 2-in-1 special was more than a good deal for the Beeg Psycho. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that quite a few of these rats were taking the exclusive tour into the tummy land.

They did not have much of a choice, but that sounded so negative.

We freed them from the suffering caused by us...okay, that did not sound any better. Just pretend we were doing them a favour. Look, was it not better to become a meal rather than stay a part of this pile of weird-ass abomination?

In the end, I could not care less about morals and ethics. Murder was the only thing on my mind.

And boi my monster did some serious murdering. Not to brag or anything, but it would make a really fine pest extermination tool. Less than 10 seconds were needed to swallow a critter whole.

Not even my readers' moms could swallow that fast─or so I've heard.

Though it was slightly concerning that no level-up notification appeared in front of my eyes. How many of them rats had to die just so our Beeg Psycho could become as big and strong as he once was?

The answer was a lot more than he had already wolfed down. Once more it was time to wait again, and welcome the filler chapters.

Before I forgot it: "Damn those are big, fat Nuts".

You made it to this chapter's end...congratulations See you next time!!!