Greed All For What Chapter 901

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The claws on his tiny paw arms suddenly elongated. They glowed a dark light that he couldn’t see. He redirected them to his surroundings and applied them to the wall of the birth carnal. The 10 claws tore every obstacle to shred.

He didn’t need to use force at all. A simple touch of his claws and flesh parted easily. Blood poured forth as a consequence of his actions. It tried to drown him. But he held his breath. His body rebelled against him. It wants air so it wants to breathe.

Actively stopping himself from breathing is counterproductive toward that aim. He may not drown from the blood but the absence of air will still kill him. He needs to breathe and soon. But not blood.

He has control over his body. It is not perfect but it can surely stop himself from breathing in blood. He used his claws to dig his way out into the world. His arms shook because of tiredness but he continued without rest. The next struggle that he faced was squeezing himself through the path that he dug.

His claws are sharp but he is very weak. He is also tired and hungry.

“I am so hungry.” He complained.

There is no food or air down here so he pushed his head forward and stretched his neck as much as he can. He struggled until he finally breached the surface.

The first thing he did as soon as got out was to breathe in air. His small nose stuck out from the bleeding injury as he breathed in and out. He regained his strength before completing the last leg of his journey. It took a few minutes of struggling. He didn’t mind because he was not in any danger of suffocating within her anymore. The hunger on the other hand has only gotten stronger.

A tiny Warrog pup was born that day. He wasn’t technically born since he came out of his mother’s lower abdomen instead of through the birth carnal. He also came out himself by his efforts and not through the assistance of his mother. Either way, he was finally born.

No one took him to care for him when he came out. There was no applause for his victorious struggle against death. He looked around and found no one except the vessel he parasitized for the past couple of years.

There is a large injury on the stomach of the vessel that is bleeding out. It was caused by his actions. It is also the true cause of her death. She would have died but his actions expedited the process.

“So this is my mother.” He said as he examined her. “She seems dead. This is not good.”

He stood on top of her belly and observed her. Her eyes are closed shut and there are still trails of tears down her cheek. He knows she died pretty early and it was probably due to his actions but he feels no remorse. It was either him or her. He is a selfish and greedy person so he chose himself. It is the survival of the fittest.

He is more concerned about why he needed to dig himself out of her. It might be natural for other races for the young to dig out of the mother but it is not natural for Warrogs. It is problematic for him.

“What do I do now? I am very hungry.” He mused to himself.

The hunger within him has increased further. It is like a twisting feeling within his stomach. It is only a mental compulsion from his body to eat. It is not actually harmful. But it is getting worse and worse.

If there is a regret that he has about killing his mother, it is that she won’t be able to feed him. He is very hungry right now. The act of using his divine ability took its toll on him physically in more ways than it should. It is because his divine ability affects his stomach. Activating it is making him very hungry.

“Where are we? Is there anyone around? Why is a pregnant Warrog in such a dark dangerous tunnel?” He asked himself.

He has so many questions. There are a lot of odd things about his current situation. He can shelve his hunger for now but he doesn’t know anything in this new environment that he has been born into. He doesn’t even know who his mother is. Most importantly, his instincts are warning him that he is in a dangerous environment.

The tunnel is dangerous somehow and he shouldn’t be here if he wants to keep his life. He has a feeling of being watched. It is an unpleasant feeling that is making his back tingle. It is tingling only because the fur on his back is too wet and slick to straighten in alarm.

“First things first. I have to leave this place. I’ll just find my way around. I am sure I can survive on my own.”

He decided to stop worrying about the unknown and focus on what he knows. He knows that this place is dangerous. His intuition is tingling and buzzing with a warning. He knows he has to leave or risk death. So he began his journey to salvation.

He is sure that unless he is unlucky, he should be able to survive. Fortunately, he didn’t have to roam blindly about. His nose picked up a recent blood trail that led outside.

“This is good. The first problem has been fixed. I won’t get lost now.”

He dropped from his mother’s belly and began making his way toward the only exit in the tunnel. His tiny paws stepped gently on the ground as he tried to walk. He stumbled several times before he got the hang of walking. It was an arduous process that he only managed to do by walking on all fours.

He can’t manage two-legged walking yet. That is something that his currently weak body cannot do. No amount of control can achieve it.

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A/N: Extra chapter for reaching the golden ticket contribution goal of 200. I have updated the goals. Check them out. Let’s aim for 250.