Eat... eat... eat... Only by feeding without end could my body and mind be satisfied... It was not a desire born of hunger... but the boundless ecstasy brought by metamorphosis...
I was an insect. In this universe, apart from all kinds of insects, there were still all kinds of insects.
What existed no longer mattered, because in one minute, this universe would vanish.
I, the Source of Chaos, the Ancestor of the Insect Race, the Ultimate Insect, would devour the universe today and complete my final metamorphosis.
Insects were born bloodthirsty. No, it could not really be called bloodthirst; they simply had no choice but to devour other living things for energy in order to evolve and transform.
Thus, from the very birth of the insect race, they had endlessly devoured energy, until all other energy in the universe had been eaten away. Then came the mutual devouring among insects.
I had become the Ultimate Insect because I had devoured every last one of my kind, becoming the one and only Insect King in this universe.
Mm, truly one and only. There was only one living thing left in the universe now: me. Forget insects—even fungi were gone.
Yet my body's craving for evolution had not stopped because of that. The agony in my body was unbearable, more tormenting than death itself.
Everything edible had already been eaten, and with my current body, ordinary energy was not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.
I had no choice. Although this was the universe that had nurtured me, I could only devour it. Perhaps after completing one more metamorphosis, I could truly reach the ultimate state and become an existence that endured with heaven and earth, decaying alongside the universe.
You ask what I would do if things did