godofsystems

Disclaimer: Worm series is really good. I own nothing in this really other than my ocs Willow made a hell of a story. And even if the original isn't you're cup of tea you can go time worm fanfics and you will go down a rabbit hole like no other. There will be stories for the og. There aren't so much on webnovel which confuses me. So imma make my own on here. Will it be good?
ehh will see.

Synopsis:
When you are moved in to someone else's  body and the way you look has completely changed and are you really you anymore? Don't care. No time to waste on that.

Because right now survival and getting stronger to survive isn't just a goal. It's needed. Unless I want to be buried six feet under the ground.

Nerfed power manipulator. [ Still op as hell tho]

worm: Power forger.

Have you ever had those moments when life throws something at you and all you can do is sit down and try to process what has just transpired? Yes?No? Good, because whatever example you thought of most likely does not compare to what just happened to me.


I am not trying to sound special nor like no one's problems aren't a deal to them. I'm just saying if everyone back home threw all their problems in a pile. 99% of you wouldn't even touch mine and pity me.


Waking up after a productive day to look at a damaged park where you see missing pieces of land and trees cut all at different heights. Then you look around and notice yourself. Specifically your arm went from a mixed race and having light brown skin to white. And the hair that's always there that you haven't cut or been to the barber in a while is much shorter.


You really begin thinking you either went crazy, this is a detailed dream where you can feel everything or you took some hardcore drugs, even though you despise it and would never even smoke weed. Scratch that, someone has drugged you when you went to sleep and you're just tripping.


But I can think about that. I can clearly think. Well, clearly. I can see and feel the rather warm breeze. I had already pinched myself and whispered to myself and thought that this was a dream, or a lucid one, yet I was not waking up.


This is far too real to be a dream, I am far too in control of myself to do or have taken drugs. [although I have never taken any. Having a dad that struggles to sleep, takes medical weed to sleep tells you that he feels not in control and not himself and considering people do it to loosen up or relax, I am not high] Being in another body hasn't really changed that, so the only option bar that is I went crazy. More specifically, I got schizo now. Because I can't genuinely think of another reason why I am here of all places.


…..Well, I can't think of another reason is a lie, because my brain decided to show a thought that is so unlikely it's crazy. The trope of anime and TV shows that I haven't really seen in a long time, because I focused on my life and achieving my dreams.


If I have been transferred to another body. Now if I am in the past or present or maybe future I got no idea. Although the buildings are modern, which means and hope I'm in the present. Or past. The past would be better now that I'm thinking about it. Better investments and profit.


Yeah, I can make this work. I'm still me on the inside, even though I'm someone else now. If this is real, of course. Could not be as well. Although having memories would be fairly useful right now. But I got nothing.


"Might as well figure out what his ( my) name is."


I dug in and got this guy's wallet from his (my) left pocket. I opened and looked through it and pulled out his ID from a little pocket inside and read it.


"Danny Claire Lavere huh… Could be wors-" A pain shot from my forehead to my entire skull. I opened my mouth to scream-


Prologue: Cliche opening.