Betrayed and left for dead by a group of slaving nobles, I thought there was nothing left for me but bleeding out as I counted the number of bricks on the ceiling. But fate had different plans.
A gelatinous, gluttonous mimic found me right when I was about to die. But instead of eating me, he started demolishing the food in my pack – sandwiches, cookies, and everything else! Encouraged by my (admittedly forced) generosity, he fused with me, enhancing my body and turning me into a half-man half-mimic monstrosity.
Once a poor, down-on-my-luck scout, I now have new capabilities far beyond anything anyone on Basania has seen before.
The only problem? My new bodymate’s insatiable hunger for cake and human flesh.