Cursed Immortality

Chapter 3 Bloodstorming Bug!

ʼI-I… I, re-reincarnated?!ʼ Right now, Jacobʼs mind was struck by lightning and turned into a mess.

Everything was happening too fast for him to process, and his recent experiences after his transmigration made things more complicated!

Jacob read transmigration-genre novels and shows in his old days, but he always sneered since this was nothing but fantasy in his eyes. Besides, he never had much time for all these side activities, and only after retiring did he enjoy some movies and books.

But now, these fantasies have become absolute reality, and it doesnʼt seem pretty either.

According to this little monster, he was enslaved, and this little ugly thing was his master. Furthermore, this little monster can somehow control his every action. Just his disability of not being able to move was solid proof of it. Hell, he canʼt even speak!

ʼCalm down, calm down, Jacob… you are someone who conquered the worldʼs entire weaponry industry, so conquering his little monster should be a piece of cake for you. Furthermore, look at the bright side. You gain another life!ʼ Jacob somehow calmed himself, but he was only collected on the surface while his heart was on the verge of exploding.

Even though he was elated when he thought about his second life, his peculiar situation didnʼt seem quite optimal for his little second life.

ʼI need more information, but how?! I canʼt even speak, and this little brown bastard didnʼt seem friendly at all!ʼ Jacob fearfully looked at the little monster, who was coldly staring at him with greenish eyes.

”Now that youʼre disciplined letʼs see the result of the first transplant.” The little monsterʼs ugly face suddenly turned excited when he mentioned the ʼfirst transplantʼ.

”Go lay down on the table straight.”

He ordered Jacob while he went toward all those strange tools resting on a large rusty steel tray connected to the old steel table. Those tools also seemed quite worn out.

Jacob stood up like an obedient dog and did as he was told. He lay down on the steel table, which was only a little longer than his height, with an expressionless face.

ʼDamn it, the feeling of being controlled is not good in the slightest, especially when you are controlled by an ugly monster, not by a pretty woman! Just how is he controlling me?ʼ

Jacob had never felt so helpless in his entire life. He finally understood just how much control that little monster had over him. He even suspected if that thing wanted him to commit suicide, his body wouldnʼt even hesitate to slit his own throat!

The little monster pick-up a scalpel-like tool, but it was more like a portable knife. After that, he made a deep two-centimeter cut right below the center of Jacobʼs chest. Blood started to gush out, but the little monster didnʼt seem to care.

Then, he took a long metallic tube with both sides open like a metal pipe and stabbed it in the cut, and Jasonʼs body trembled slightly.

ʼFuck you, bastard! At least use some anesthesia, and are those things even sterilized?!ʼ Jason was swearing in pain and concern as he felt the metal tube going deeper inside the cut.

After the little monster was satisfied with the metal tube placement, he opened the cover of the small red bag hanging around his neck. From inside, he took out a small green vial.

Jacob was gawking at the little green vial with pain, and he suddenly had a terrible feeling about this, and just as he suspected, the little monster opened the lid and picked up a tweezer from the tray. The tweezer slowly entered the vial and started to rise.

Jacob was seeing this scene in slow-motion. He knew whatever was going to reveal. He wonʼt like it in the least bit.

Suddenly, Jacobʼs pupils dilated in horror as his body started to shiver subconsciously.

The tweezer was holding a strange Gray Bug when it exited from the green vial, which was half a centimeter in size!

The little monster seemed to like Jacobʼs reaction, as he wore a sinister smile. He waved the tweezer holding the gray bug at Jacob and said,

”This is a Bloodstorming Bug. Donʼt worry. It wonʼt create a storm inside your body, but… the moment it enters someoneʼs bloodstream, it goes straight toward the heart and forces its hostʼs blood to circulate quickly.

”The fascinating thing about this Bloodstorming Bug is it can circulate blood at the speed of lightning, but it was just a theory since no one survives that long, even to this day. Furthermore, you know what its fuel or its food is?”

The little monster wore an extremely sinister smile as he answered his own question, ”It feeds on its hostʼs… heart!”

Jacobʼs body quivered even more as blood trickled all over his chest from the cut.

ʼWhat the fuck is he trying to do with that sinister bug?!ʼ

After hearing the ʼ explanation, ʼ Jacob wanted to fight this ʼBrown Fuckʼ to death. However, he has no doubt this little bastard was not saying all this to intimidate him. That ugly sadistic smile was enough to tell he was speaking the absolute truth.

”Now, Iʼm going to send this bug toward one of your major heart veins with this tube, and if my last transplant was a success, then you donʼt need to worry. This bug would instantly crawl back, and if it wasnʼt a success, then… sigh… I have to find a new test subject, number… 226, or was it 229? What a hassle!”

The little monster sighed helplessly when discussing the hassle of finding a new slave. He clearly didnʼt care about Jacob at all.

ʼ2-2-2… 226??! Just how many people has he killed before?! Itʼs over for me!ʼ

Two steam tears flowed from Jacobʼs eyes as they became immediately listless just thinking about the death toll. He never thought he would somehow reincarnate and meet with this brown devil.

Now, he was about to die again, and he wondered if he would get another chance again at life like this.

At this moment, the little monster finally dropped the Bloodstorming Bug inside the metal tube with deep anticipation in his cold green eyes.

Jacobʼs listless eyes suddenly opened wide as his entire eyeballs became visible, and blood covered his white eyeballs.

He felt something drilling into his bones, as the sensation alone made him wish he were dead!