Parasite α: Wriggling Awakening
Wriggle, wriggle. My body was twitching in some weird way. The world felt enormously huge.
I approached a stagnant puddle and peered at my reflection. There, staring back, was a maggot-like larva with tiny rice-grain eyes.
What the hell is this?
Soon, information about this world flooded into my head. The creation I'd possessed was a dungeon-crawling ARPG game called Sonisia Fantasy.
I'd never played it, but I'd heard the name. It was a pretty famous mobile game from the old feature-phone days. Unusually for games back then, it even had an online mode—a massive hit.
My family was dirt poor when I was a kid, stuck with some crappy freebie phone, and paid internet was a pipe dream. All I could do was watch enviously from afar as my classmates played it.
As far as I knew, Sonisia Fantasy was basically a cute version of Diablo. A simple game where a dungeon loomed smack in the middle of town, and your goal was to descend to the bottommost floor.
Strictly speaking, it was just another dime-a-dozen Diablo knockoff phone game. God knows why I wanted it so bad back then.
According to the info in my head, I'd possessed one of the game's monsters. A trash mob called Parasite α—fittingly basic naming.
My level was a pathetic 2. Why'd it have to be some no-name grunt? If I was gonna possess a monster, couldn't it at least be something high-level?
[Mission Objective: Collapse of the Base City Sonisia]
[Side Objective (Required): Collect the Silver Knight]
The Silver Knight had to be that guy who'd ambushed me in the real world. I'd never played the game myself, so I had no clue when she showed up.
But first things first—the immediate problem staring me in the face. Level 2 bug trash mob? This was a total disaster.
To use Succumea Support, mentally shout "Support Window Open".
Thankfully, the app's power still worked in this state. My one ray of hope.
No choice but to give it a shot.
For a while after that, I wriggled diligently through the labyrinth. Scrutinizing every corner, checking status windows on every monster I encountered, I learned one key fact: everything here was low-level.
The strongest I'd seen so far was a blue slime at level 5. That meant this was the beginner zone.
Lucky break, maybe. My Parasite α was exactly what the name implied—a monster that infiltrated and parasitized hosts.
According to the description of my sole skill, Parasitize, I could enter targets debilitated by stun, confusion, or other status ailments.
Success let me interfere with the host and share a portion of their EXP. No idea how much "interfere" entailed, but it massively expanded my options.
Plenty of low-level monsters around here. Easy pickings for parasitizing.
Speak of the devil—a suitable target appeared. Goblin Shaman. Level 4. Two levels above me, stats overwhelmingly better, but no problem.
Succumea Support had killer combat assists.
I borrowed the highest-stat fighter, Serica's combat prowess from the list, and ambushed the shaman.
Thwack.
I leaped up, slammed my full power into its back, and the goblin's spine bent like a bow before it crumpled.
...Did I hit it too hard?
Sure enough, a message popped up.
+16 EXP
Yeah, definitely dead. Status window confirmed: Deceased.
RIP. Gotta go easier next time.
I slithered around hunting for a new target. Then I spotted something different from the usual riffraff.
An old goblin with a skull atop its staff. Goblin Warlock. Level 6. Had to be this labyrinth's boss-tier.
As I approached, it noticed and whirled around, aiming its staff at me while muttering something.
Chanting a spell. Black energy shot from the staff toward me.
I crawled aside to dodge, closed in, then leaped up and antenna-slammed the warlock.
Wham. It flew far off and flopped down.
No EXP gain—alive, luckily.
I activated Parasitize. My body moved on autopilot, latching onto the back of its neck.
Parasitize successful.
Goblin Warlock's status has changed due to parasitization.
I checked the status window. Name updated to Parasitized Goblin Warlock. Level jumped to 8, stats skyrocketed.
Stats six times higher—probably incorporating some of my own in parasite mode.
My viewpoint and senses shifted to the warlock's. Finally felt somewhat humanoid. Still low to the ground compared to human days, but bipedal? Huge win.
Nice. One step forward.
Using the Parasitized Goblin Warlock, I hunted labyrinth monsters. Felt like playing an RPG as a monster.
Level steadily climbed to 10. Host's level, though—my true body, the parasite, was still 6. Decent for this lowbie maze, anyway.
Scouting for fresh prey, I ran into a group of humans. Adventurers hunting monsters, like me.
Three-person party: warrior, archer, mage. Freaked me out at first, but status check eased my mind. All weaklings.
Warrior tops at 8, mage 6, archer 3. Archer's suspiciously low—probably carried by the other two, who outleveled local mobs. Warrior and mage dudes, archer a cute blonde elf beauty. Obvious carry setup.
Pissed me off.
"Looks tough. Hang back, Rena. We'll handle it."
"Got it, bro. I'll cover from behind."
"Don't hog the glory, Hughes. Rena, trust me."
"Eek, you guys are both so cool~"
Warrior grinned, emboldened, pointed his sword at me, and bellowed.
"Come at me, you puny goblin!"
I fired up Succumea Support. Charged and swung the staff down.
They expected magic; warrior panicked at the rush. Raised his shield late—it crumpled like sponge, staff smashing his chest.
Crack. Bones snapping sharply.
"Kyaa?!" Archer's scream.
"Hughes?! You bastard!"
Mage glared in shock, then chanted, hurling a fireball.
Direct hit, but I was fine. Untouched, even. Boosted stats from Succumea Support no-sold that weak spell.
"No way—my magic?!"
I rushed and punished him. Staff to the solar plexus—sent him flying like a golf ball into the wall.
"Hik, hiik?!"
Just the archer left. Our eyes met; terror buckled her legs. She collapsed, pale, staring.
Yellow stream gushed between her thighs, soaking the floor. Scared pissless.
Now what? The other two were half-dead from my rage swings—bad for parasitizing. But this archer was too low-level. With support maxed, even gentle hits might cripple her.
Parasitize needed a non-resisting target. Easiest: beat till unconscious.
"P-please... spare me..."
Watching her tremble stirred something inside. Goblin possession turning me feral? Normally a gentleman who hated seeing women quake, but now...
Irritated. Hard. Time for sex.
"Krarrarak."
I pounced on the elf archer.
"Kyaa?! W-what are you doing?! Get off!"
Futile resistance. I pinned her arms, thrust my erect goblin dick between her legs.
Ripped off the pesky panties, shoved into her pussy.
Tight, squeezing hard. Virgin—blood trickled as I buried deep.
"No... nooo..."
She whimpered in despair. Felt bad, so I showed mercy. Used Bloodsucking Authority for suggestions.
Getting raped by a goblin is your lifelong dream.
Goblins are your type.
Sex with a goblin brings no pain, only happiness and pure pleasure.
Her face lit up instantly.
"Ah♥ Jyaah♥ Long green cock♥ Aaah♥ Feel it deep inside♥"
Blonde elf beaming with near-ecstasy, moaning lewdly. Arms hugged my tiny body tight, refusing to let go.
Grip tightened. Her pussy and walls clung like they were flirting with my dick.
"Thrust harder♥ Rena's pussy♥ Make it your goblin-exclusive fuckhole♥"
I came inside Rena's pussy.
"Haaang♥"
Rena howled wildly and climaxed.