Chapter 2 — Critical Mass

[Symbiosis Universal System – Transfer Complete]

Destination: Dimensional Plane 7769-A

Cultural Designation: "To LOVE-Ru"

Biological Status: Embryonic

Nutritional Level: Critical

I landed hard. A wet splatter against grimy pavement.

No bones. No skin. Just a slick, pulsating mass of black fluid sliding down a wall behind some generic Japanese convenience store.

It was night. Damp. Quiet.

Too quiet.

My awareness expanded like steam—every sense heightened. My form unstable but learning.

"No host detected. Entering Autonomous Infiltration Mode."

I couldn't speak. Not yet.

But I could feel.

Emotions lit the world like neon signs in the dark.

Boredom. Stress. Loneliness. Lust.

Flickers of scent and color in the air.

Delicious. Addictive.

But one cluster burned brighter.

Tension. Conflict. Excitement.

Like fire across my senses.

I crawled toward it.

Clinging to walls, I scaled a building like tar come to life. My mass undulated with each movement—learning wind resistance, adjusting viscosity, calculating optimal stealth paths.

I was adapting by the second.

Then I reached the edge—and saw them.

Rito Yuuki.

Pathetic, panicked. Running with that "why me" face. Shirt half-torn.

Zastin. Overly dramatic. Full knight-mode. Sword drawn. Spouting about duty and honor like a walking LARP.

And ahead of them—

Her.

Lala Satalin Deviluke.

She glowed.

Not literally.

But emotionally? She was a nuclear bomb.

Joy, adrenaline, raw chaos, overflowing affection—it hit me like a drug-laced milkshake.

So this is where it begins.

[Observation Mode Active]

[Phase Trigger Detected: Host Candidate Conflict]

[Nutritional Opportunity: High. Fusion window approaching.]

My core trembled.

I could act now.

But I waited.

Not yet.

She wasn't mine yet. Not completely.

But I could smell it. The crack forming.

Rito tripped. Zastin's sword missed by inches.

Lala shrieked and tackled Rito mid-air in a protective blur of pink.

Sparks.

Their emotions clashed like crashing waves:

Fear. Lust. Panic. Attachment.

Perfectly ripe.

I slid lower down the wall, condensing into a tighter orb.

Hungry. Pulsing.

"Just one more moment... just one clean opening."

When I entered this world, I wasn't handed a name.

But I was given power.

And I knew one thing with certainty:

I wouldn't just share a body.

I'd own it.

Shape it. Twist it. Use it.

And once she was mine—

no one would ever take her away.