"Sonovabitc-"

His cursing was cut off short as an unholy screech rattled his ears. Another of the bizarre creatures he has been fighting for the past two days ever since he landed on this strange world. He had only been here for half a week. How did he know that he was in another world when he had found himself in the middle of bum fuck nowhere?

Maybe it was the size of the enormous trees in the forest around him? Earth did not have many such natural wonders and surely not of this size.

Maybe it was something in how the taste of the air was ever so subtly different?

Or maybe, just maybe it was because of the fact that there were THREE GODDAMN MOONS?!

He didn't even have time to get his bearing before a monster attacked him. A strange type of creature appearing to be a hybrid between a lizard and a bear. On steroids. And crack. And everything else for that matter! Oh, and did he forget to mention it could breathe fire? Because of fucking course, it did.

Nothing in this godforsaken forest was normal.

Even the plant like tried to eat him.

Thankfully his powers were able to make short work of everything around him. Despite their scary appearances and the odd arrangement of powers, they still didn't quite match up to his average Tuesday villains once he got over his surprise.

He had even managed to find a small village in the less dense area of the forest, secretly pulling information of the local language and customs from the inhabitants.

It was nice all things considered. Although they were medieval in style the standards of life was deceptively good. There was no lack of interesting spices and herbs growing around in the wild, magic took care of the basic needs of heat, light, and sanitation.

Thank Gods for that last one, no need to go full Tarzan and use any leaves to finish his business. He had been holding back on that particular need for hours now. A simple hypnotic suggestion, a gift of a wild horned boar, and he was welcomed with open arms as a hunter amongst them.

It was actually quite relaxing and just as he had settled into a routine and begun to enjoy the simple life, that was when the universe decided to kick him in the face. It had been a good couple of days too.

An enormous psychic pressure bore down. It was absolutely soul-crushing, and he meant that quite literally. Already he could see some of the villagers begin to faint, their minds not able to handle the strain and has withdrawn into itself in hopes of weathering the storm.

"John, evacuate the village! Something's coming!"

he still couldn't get over the fact that even in another planet/dimension/ wherever the fuck he was, that the people had such common English names... Perhaps it was because their two worlds were tied somehow, perhaps he was a character in a shitty novel and the author couldn't think of anything else, but he did know that these people needed to get the fuck out of here yesterday.

"W-what?"

Double shit. He was almost in shock. He sends a pulse of power to push back against the pressure. Another to forcefully kick everyone's flight or fight instincts into overdrive. Empathsies on "flight".

As soon as they were gone, and he had to... Persuade some of the more stubborn ones why it was decidedly not a good idea to attempt to bring everything with him and leave behind the livestock, the creatures had arrived.

Now, he was used to some freaky shit considering what his job was and everything he saw recently, but this... This was on another level.

Imagine a Horseshoe Crab. Make it as large as the largest sea turtle and be 7 feet in length. Give it a dozen legs on each side. Add in two pair of arms similar to a praying mantis, except ending in giant scythes. The final touch being burning crimson eyes. Congratulations you now have a perfect living nightmare that will haunt kids, and himself, for years to come!

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

Now multiply that by 100 or so and you will have his current situation.

He tried to scan their minds looking for any information he could get, weaknesses, habits, strengths. All he got was a deep sense of hunger, a drive to Consume, Adapt, Evolve before he was forced to cut the connection. It was as if he was in a concert with a thousand heavy metal band all playing at once while hung over. There was just... So... Many voices.

His distracted state cost him, as before he knew it one of the insectoid aliens had bowled him over. It was only years of experience and ingrained reflexes that saved him from being a head shorter. His eyes shined blue as a nimbus of power surrounded his fist before exploding outwards.

Trees fell and rocks shatter.

The shards of shell from the first one acted like a frag grenade and ook down half a dozen more behind it.

Yet even as he got up he saw more coming from the woods to fill up their ranks. Like a spark had been lit everything exploded into chaos.

He fought and fought and fought, yet there was no end to them. They did not hesitate, did not stop, did not fear death. In fact, they thrived in it! They marched over the corpses of their fallen and charged mindlessly in order to get their pound of flesh from him. No matter if he ripped their limbs or crushed their organs, as long as they had a single breath left they would continue crawling towards him.

Which was why he was currently running through the forest at a breakneck pace. His powers burned so bright that he appeared to be a blue comet tearing his way through the forest, sometimes quite literally as he simply plowed holes through any boulder or unfortunate tree in his path. He couldn't afford to waste even a nanosecond of time to move out of the way and their flyers were hot on his trail.

He learned quickly that if he didn't completely atomize the creatures, their fellow monsters could consume the fallen and heal at ridiculous speeds.

He had to find their nest. He had tried to use his Psychic blast to effectively make them brain dead, and it worked for a time, but these assholes were an advanced hive mind and the others would simply wake them up. He did manage to find a weakness during this moment of vulnerability though.

Their Hive/Nest/Shithole they called home. If he could kill the queen then he could stop them from reproducing. Without a greater consciousness directing them, they would be no bigger of a threat than any other wild animal.

He was cut out of his thoughts when something shot him out of the treelines.

Looking down he could see something that looked like a mix between a spine and a harpoon. Shit, that hurts.

Still he didn't have time to sit and patch his wounds. From the initial hundreds, the things were now in the thousands, and that was with him continuously plowing through their ranks non stop. How knows how many people are being killed every moment?

Yet as he tried to get up he found himself eating dirt.

Double shit, there seemed to be some sort of neurotoxin in the spine.

A series of chirping could be heard before some rustling from the bushes revealed another branch of the creatures he had never seen. Was this a new evolution or did he simply not encounter it until now?

It approached him slowly to make sure the poison had time to activate it seems, after a few moments it was satisfied and began to drag him by the leg and deeper into the forest. As he looked around he could see that the green of the grassland gave way to a fleshy red substance and piles upon piles of snow. Lovecraft, please never stop taking your meds, because this stuff was off the rails.

Giant towers of flesh and bones, strange cancerous looking floating eyeballs and sacks of pus. He almost couldn't stop himself from hurling. Thankfully the trip through eldritch wonderland did not take too long before he was brought to a large cocoonlike structure. The main hive he assumed and there was a giant serpentine creature waiting for him.

The Queen was probably over 15 ft, but he couldn't tell too well from his position of being on the floor. I call her serpentine because she looked similar to a Naga mixed with an assortment of insects. 6 arms, 2 pairs of which were Mantis-like and the other like a spider's with spear tips. An ugly maw that split her face in half vertically and filled with all manners of saw like teeth.

She had countless eyes not only on her face but across her body and tail. A tail which seemed serpentine in shape but really more like the body of a centipede and ended in a vicious point. The tail was currently inserted into one of the Scaled Bears I had previously fought, the creature was still alive and screaming in pain.

At least for all of 2 seconds before it was mummified before my eyes.

The queen then laid a translucent yellow sack with scores of eggs.

I normally don't curse this much, I swear! But holyfuckwhattheabsolutefuck

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"Yesss, a most promising specimen. You shall Herald the Swarm to new heights! Place him aside and keep him subdued and alive."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

These fuckers were the literal embodiment of "whatever doesn't kill you" So he had to nip this in the bud NOW, they were too dangerous and ridiculous that he didn't think the planet nor the universe would survive.

"How are you able to move?!"

The Queen seemed to be taken aback. She should be if has seen what he had done to her minions. There was no way in hell she or the other creature to stop him before he ripped them molecule by molecule.

His hands glowed with azure energy, crackles of tendril flowed from it as if he as holding a storm in his hands. He couldn't actually move or feel his face, but when one's power involves literally moving and rearranging matter by his mind... Well physical limitations tend to go out the window.

"Telekinesis, bitch"