For the next hours, maybe even days, the larvae ate his way up to the dragon's mouth. A thick wall of scales prevented him from entering the mouth, and he went around the wall. Upon reaching a more cozy part, he rested and searched for clarity again. The red stream filled his mind, brought his body down to its will in reverance, and once more purified him of the fungi infection.

His stomach twitched, the fungi was still spreading on his body.

Infection (40)

You have been infected by a variant of the fungi.

He paused, and concluded, Behind the infection was a number. If it went up higher, the larvae would feel more pain. And pain wasn't good.

Somehow the larvae understood the general concept of numbers, a change made by the server.

Maybe there is more information?

He opened his status panel.

lv 4 (*4) Fly Larvae (3rd inter)

Age: 5 days Hit Points II: 16 Dragon Magic Power: 100/120 Stamina II: 12 Mental Power V: 33 Stats Attack V: 12 Defense V: 35 Speed IV: 22 Endurance V: 24

The larvae frowned. No, here wasn't any useful information. Perhaps other boxes gave other information? His "Mental Logic" seemed to agree, but the larvae was at a loss what to look for.

As he tore the dragon's flesh away, his body felt more numb. Dizziness and a slow daze overcame him. The larvae searched for a quiet spot. Inspired by his instincts, he covered his body with thick white strings. Even though it restrained him, he felt they also offered a sort of protection. Soon his whole body was covered in strings, and the larvae turned into a cocoon.

A cozy warmth embraced him.

Racial change detected

You are now a Pupae. Title gained

You gained the title "Pupa" Title requirements lost

You are no longer a larvae. The title has been adjusted accordingly.

The larvae dimly noted that probably the titles were also orderly sorted out somewhere. He wanted to take a look at them, but he already restrained his body with numerous strings, wrapping him in a cocoon.

His sleep was only disturbed by the sound of someone shouting, and a constant rumble throughout the wall. The Pupa couldn't move, and as such could only wait as the ground shook. He was terrified - nothing similar happened before, and the Pupa just assumed the walls were inmoveable.

(Un)luckily, the Pupa didn't have the mental capacity to understand what was going on. And he couldn't move, his once mobile body changed into an immovable mess of white strings.

Apprehensively he tried to make the most sense out of it.

Infection (80)

You have been infected by a variant of the fungi.

Even though the fungi got stronger, he didn't want to focus on the river as he usually did. He felt a tad bit too uncomfortable in the persistent shaking and rumbling.