Going To Heaven

Michael gritted his teeth as a sharp, searing pain ripped through his body. His vision blurred, his breathing grew ragged, and his fingers twitched uncontrollably.

You forgot a step!? He mentally shouted at the system, his mind barely holding itself together.

[Yeah... So, uh, funny thing—race changes usually require a full recalibration of the soul. Turns out, skipping that part makes the process very painful.]

No shit. Michael groaned, falling to his knees as golden light crackled around him. His skin burned, his bones ached, and his mana circuits felt like they were being rewritten from the inside out.

His back arched as something began to sprout from between his shoulder blades. A deep, rumbling crack echoed through the alleyway, followed by the sensation of his own flesh tearing open.