The thing in the jar woke up suddenly. It looked around and found a room filled with other jars and flasks, containing corpses or liquids. Suddenly it’s mind ached, lashes of memories and feelings clawed in the back of his mind fading away, when one singular feeling took hold. It was Hate.

 “Your name will be ‘Odd’”, a man said.

 The man in question was not in fact a man, rather the Great Destroyer Osama, King of the Monsters.

 “I have a problem you see,” Osama hissed, “I need you to kill the Hero.''

Odd felt disgusted as soon as heard the word “Hero”. It felt the sudden desire to kill and destroy everything this “Hero” was.

Suddenly a loud explosion rang from somewhere else. 

“Drat they’re already here”, Osama murmured.

Osama took Odd out of his jar and stuffed him up his sleeve. Osama was muttering things about how the hero always got in their way, or about how he couldn't wait until he saw them dead. 

Odd didn’t care much nor understand what was going on, he just felt Hate.

 “Master”, a creature roared, ”I’ll protect you.”

 The creature was a large ogre in plate armor with a club twice his size.

 Then there was a loud ripping sound as a sword cut the ogre in half, plate and all.

“You're too late”, the Hero said,” Sandra is already destroying your forces, face it you’ve lost.” 

Osama chuckled, it was a dark and sinister sound, then that chuckle turned into full on cackling. 

“As soon as you fall, the rest will follow, and all I need to do is kill you.”

Osama suddenly launched himself towards the Hero, slamming his hand against him. Odd felt the soft feeling of skin pressed up against his face, so it did the only natural thing to do, it chewed.

“What was that, some brand spanking new monster that will beat me?”, the Hero said, seeming neither nervous nor annoyed.

Odd chewed as fast as he could, tearing skin and meat until he had completely burrowed into the Hero’s Body. 

It was warm inside and Odd could see the body's vital organs and then the hunger took over. The Hero screamed in surprise as Odd chewed on his liver. Then with a sudden surge of strength he felt himself extending, rooting himself through his body.

The hero groaned in pain falling to his knees. Odd felt a new sensation as the body’s system reacted with the parasite. Odd wiggled his newfound fingers, his soon-to-be body struggling to resist him.

“Sandra, quick kill me,” the hero yelled. 

There was a flash of light as a spear made of magic pierced the Hero’s heart.

“See you soon,” the Hero said with an impish grin, looking at the Monster King straight in his eyes..

Then he fell dead.

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Odd woke up for the second time in his life and looked around and saw a large circular room with a magical circle in the middle and several regal humans looking at him.

His thinking was interrupted as a loud booming voice said. 

“Thank you brave hero for heeding our call.”

Wait, Hero, what are they talking about?

Odd was surprised as his thoughts sounded foreign to him. He shook off his confusion, and remembered his initiative goal, to kill. Odd stood up on shaky new legs, and spotted a slender looking human. He took a step then another step shakily moving until he was directly in front of the skinny one.

“Hello?” a soft voice whispered.

Odd opened his mouth and lunged forward prepared to bite them when suddenly a shriek rang out, WHAM, a slender hand slapped Odd across his face. Odd stumbled backwards and landed on his head, CRACK, 

Eh, What just happened

Odd woke up again, wide eyed and panting, “Hero are you ok”, a soft kind voice said. It was THEM Odd realized, he started to flail and panic, babbling incoherently.

How did such a frail looking human kill me? Never mind that, the real question is why I am so weak?

Swoop, A pale, translucent, light blue rectangle with words appeared in front of him giving Odd a start, then he looked closer and realized he could read the words.

____________________________________________________________________________

NAME: Yusaku Hiro

RACE: Human[INFECTED]

CLASS: N/A

VIT: 4

STR: 4

DEX: 3

INT: 1

WIZ: 2

SKILLS 

* [CHRONO_REBIRTH] 

* [SYSTEM]

____________________________________________________________________________

Suddenly a cold voice entered Odd’s head,

|Notice: You have been infected with [PARASITE] time remaining: 2 d 23 hr 30 min|

|Notice: You have been transported to another world and have gained the extra skill [SYSTEM]|

|Notice: [SYSTEM] is based off of the Host’s memories|

|Notice: [PARASITE] has linked your souls, [????? ????] is in affect|

|Notice: Previous Hero EXP does not transfer over|

|Notice: Soul has died, body terminating, [CHRONO_REBIRTH] is not in effect |

|Notice: Other soul detected, [CHRONO_REBIRTH] transfer loading|

|Notice: [CHRONO_REBIRTH] has transferred, [CHRONO_REBIRTH] is trying to combine with skill [%&(@#] combination failed|

|Notice: [PARASITE] has greatly reduced the body's stats. Strength equivalent Lesser Baby Slime|

|Notice: [PARASITE] is now in full control, time remaining: ???d ?? hr ??min|

“Are you ok?”

The skinny one asked. 

Odd was terrified, confused, you name it. However only one thought came to mind.

What's a videogame?