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Get ready to swat away tears of laughter and brace yourself for the most buzzworthy adventure of the century! Meet Ben Franklin, the world's foremost expert in attracting bad luck and the unlikeliest hero you'll ever encounter.

From stumbling over his own shoelaces to triggering fire alarms with a single glance, Ben's life is a never-ending comedy of errors. And if you thought his luck would change in the afterlife, think again! Even the god of opportunity couldn't resist the magnetic pull of Ben's bad luck charms.

Just as Ben was about to embark on a new adventure in the great beyond, fate took a hilarious twist. A glitch in the universe turned him into a mutant mosquito, reincarnated along with the very reincarnation system itself! Now that's what you call a bug in the matrix!

The absence of a reincarnation system in the universe has resulted in a cosmic crisis. With dead souls wandering aimlessly and lifeless babies popping out like deflated balloons, it's up to our unlikely hero to solve the mystery and save the day!

Now armed with six legs, buzzing wings, and an insatiable thirst for adventure (and, let's not forget, blood), the legend of Ben Franklin, the most unlikely hero in the insect kingdom, began. With his quirky sense of humour and insatiable thirst for justice, he embarked on a hilarious and unconventional quest to save the universe, leaving behind a trail of itchy mosquito bites and bacterial infections in his wake.

Reincarnated As A Mosquito

"I can see the altar from here!" Ben said, standing over a rocky cliff, which helped him get a better view around. He then slowly descended back towards the sandy ground, now with a precise way in mind to walk up.

It wasn't that Ben couldn't sense the altar from earlier, but it was the terrain and hills that made it impossible for him to find a perfect way around it. If compared to Earth, this terrain was a perfect blend of dunes and rocky valleys.

"How far is the altar this time?" Freya asked. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead from the constant use of magic. Yet she wasn't close to Ben's number of kills, let alone surpass him.

"Same, but a little closer, maybe 1 kilometer this time," Ben said, and he began imagining the path he predicted from the cliff.

"Thank God, at least we are closing in," Freya said with a small sigh that she followed Ben in the same direction.

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