Wei Long's thoughts now spun in a frenzy, panic clenching around his mind like iron chains.
His consciousness thrashed within his own body, but it was like screaming inside a glass prison—no matter how loud he was, no one could hear him.
He was now too desperate.
His monstrous form moved with terrifying ease, its massive claws slicing through the air, carving into another beast with ruthless precision.
Blood sprayed, warm and thick, soaking into the ground as his fanged maw tore through sinew and bone.
The satisfaction ter ticked higher.
98%...
Wei Long felt his stomach drop.
The Bio-engineered instinct was now taking over him.
98.5%...
Wei Long felt a cold sweat he couldn't physically manifest. He needed ti. He needed to figure this out. Big seems it was so fast!
His body lunged at another beast—a towering, grotesque thing, corrupted by Demonic Dao essence.
It had too many eyes, its flesh pulsated like living rot, and yet… his monstrous self only saw it as food.
Wei Long watched as his claws struck out, not to kill, but to toy.
The beast screeched, but it was powerless.
His massive form sent it tumbling like a discarded doll, breaking bones, ripping flesh, but never delivering a final blow.
His body… was playing.
Like a predator toying with its prey.
Wei Long's human self recoiled in horror. "This…"
His monstrous form let the beast scramble back to its feet, watched as it tried to flee—only to pounce again, breaking its legs this ti, rendering it helpless.
The sheer cruelty of it made Wei Long sick.
"This is wrong! Stop! Just kill it already or leave it alone!"
But his words were useless, drowned beneath the tide of bio-engineered hunger. His body savored the mont, prolonging the suffering, reveling in the fear.
Wei Long realized with a sinking dread that this wasn't just about survival anymore.
This was enjoynt.
99%...
Wei Long's human self scread. "NO! THIS ISN'T !"
The monstrous form finally delivered the finishing blow, jaws snapping around the beast's throat, tearing it apart in a shower of blood and gore. The flesh slid down his gullet, the nourishnt surging through his body.
Ding!
The body has consud a perfect al.
Satisfaction: 99.5%.
Hydration: 99.5%.
Wei Long's soul trembled. He was so close to the edge now, teetering on the brink of oblivion. One more kill. One more al. And he would be gone.
His body stepped forward, eyes locking onto the next target—a massive creature trembling under his gaze. It was barely alive, wounded, but still breathing. Easy prey.
And then…
His body smirked.
Wei Long's mind froze.
Not a twitch of muscle. Not an unconscious reaction.
A knowing smirk.
Like a hunter who knew the prey had nowhere left to run.
Wei Long's breath caught in his nonexistent throat.
99.7%...
Wei Long's consciousness buckled under the weight of realization.
The Bio-engineered instinct wasn't just a mindless hunger anymore.
It was sothing more. It had changed. It had grown.
It was becoming aware.
The monstrous body tilted its head, as if listening to sothing—sothing Wei Long couldn't hear. And then, for the first ti since he had been trapped in this form, he felt sothing else push back.
The instinct was looking at him.
It knew he was there.
And it grinned.
Wei Long's mind went white with terror.
99.9%...
His body crouched, ready to pounce, ready to take one last bite.
One last kill.
One last step before Wei Long ceased to exist.
And then…
Ding!
Warning!
Critical threshold approaching!
Satisfaction: 99.9%.
Hydration: 99.9%.
If levels reach 100%, human consciousness will be permanently eradicated.
Wei Long's eyes widened.
Suddenly, he felt lost.
He is going to die now?
Now?
Suddenly, the beast seed to chuckle.
It sounded cruel, guttural, and inhuman.
It rumbled from deep within his chest, distorted by the monstrous vocal cords of his Bio-engineered form.
Wei Long was shocked.
Then, it roared!
Happy roar?
No!!!
It wasn't just a roar—it was a mockery.
A twisted, sadistic taunt directed solely at him.
Wei Long seethed.
Trapped within his own mind, he had no voice, no control, but his emotions burned hotter than ever.
His instincts—no, that thing wearing his body—was toying with him.
He could feel like it wasn't imdiately pushing his satisfaction and hydration to 100%.
No, it was deliberately keeping it just below the threshold, savoring his tornt. Dragging it out. Making sure he felt every second of helplessness.
Rage boiled inside him, but it was a different kind of rage now.
It wasn't the frenzied panic he had felt before, nor the blind terror at losing himself.
No, this was sothing deeper.
Sothing old.
Sothing carved into the very core of his soul.
His past flooded his mind, unbidden, unstoppable.
His first life.
His comrades.
The n and won who had fought alongside him.
The ones who had laughed, bled, and died at his side.
They weren't just comrades—they were family.
People who had trusted him with their lives, just as he had trusted them with his.
They had been strong.
They had faced the horrors of war together, endured unspeakable trials. And yet, in the end, they had been powerless.
And why? Because of that thing.
That Bio-engineered nightmare, born from the twisted experints of a shadowy organization, had wiped them all out.
It had been a living weapon, an abomination forged in secrecy.
It didn't care who they were.
It hadn't cared about their dreams, their fears, their sacrifices.
It had simply devoured them.
One by one.
Until he was the only one left.
And now, it was here.
In this world. Inside of that creature.
Wei Long's consciousness trembled with fury.
Was he really going to let it happen again?
Was he just going to watch as that thing took everything from him?
As it erased him, just as it had erased his comrades?
Was he really going to surrender?
No.
NO.
His anger burned away the fear. It lted the paralysis that had gripped his mind. It roared through his veins like wildfire. He refused. He refused to let it end like this.
I don't care if you're so monstrous instinct.
I don't care if you were made to be unstoppable.
You are in MY body. And I am NOT going to let you win.
Wei Long pushed. He didn't know how. He didn't know what he was even pushing against. But he did it anyway.
He willed himself forward, threw himself against the suffocating grip of the Bio-engineered instinct.
It felt like trying to move a mountain with his bare hands, but he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
The instinct resisted.
It was a relentless, primal force, honed to perfection through cold, rciless science.
It was a weapon designed to consu, to conquer.
It had no fear, no hesitation.
It simply was.
But Wei Long had sothing it didn't.
He had will.
He had rage.
He had everything it had taken from him.
And he pushed.
The instinct faltered.
Just for a mont.
Just the smallest fraction of a second. But Wei Long felt it. And that was enough.
Ding!
A notification appeared before his consciousness.
Satisfaction: 99.98%
Hydration: 99.98%
Wei Long's breath caught. What?
He stared at the numbers, barely able to process them.
He had forced it down.
Not by much, not nearly enough—but he had done it.
Even if it was only a 0.01% reduction, it was proof.
Proof that he could fight back. Proof that he wasn't completely powerless.
But then, his hope was crushed.
The laughter ca again, deep and guttural, vibrating through his very bones. His Bio-engineered form laughed. And this ti, Wei Long saw it.
Sohow, impossibly, the creature controlling his body smirked.
Wei Long's mind recoiled.
It was grinning.
Not mindlessly, not as so unconscious twitch of muscle—but with intent.
And then, realization struck him like a blade.
It knows.
It knows I'm fighting back.
And it's enjoying it.
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