Anger. Burning hot anger.

It was the only thing currently on Maxim's mind.

Anger at himself for acting like he did, at the fish who dared eat him, the fact that a dumbfuck who didn't do his job right inadvertently robbed him of his life, and his loved ones, and resulted in the loss of his humanity.

Whatever caused him to reincarnate is not the reason for his anger here. He will be eternally grateful to whatever being or event caused him to reincarnate.

'I... I think am I going through a... mental breakdown but of angerrrrrrAAAH! Fuck it! Fuck this! Fuck that! Fuck this fish!', he thought, hardly holding on to his rationality.

He waddled his way through the body of the fish, covered in blood and pieces of organs.

This should be a horrifying experience but it wasn't, it was stimulating and the more he ate the more his chaotic emotions seemed to slowly but surely calm down.

It was his way of venting all of his emotions.

Maxim's jaws were constantly stuffed with various organs as he ate his way through the go but, its succulent flesh was directly bitten off by him, then crushed by his throat to end in his tummy, barely satiating his seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach.

The smell was what you would expect of the innards of a living fish but it was exceedingly enticing to him. Motivating him to continue.

It would be close for a human to the smell of a delicious home-cooked meal. And he liked it… No. He absolutely loved it.

He perceives and senses the world in a drastically different manner than when he was human, from how he saw colors in a slight but noticeable different shade of grey.

How he could move his ears to telescope his hearing in a certain direction, to simply what his body considers as comfortable for a sleeping position, so many little and big things.

All forever altered, that didn't mean it is bad or good, it simply is.

The smell currently filling his snout would have been horrendous and potentially vomit-inducing to him when he was human and to most humans, and yet it was perceived as something delicious, delicious food to be exact.

He felt his dorsal fin puncture something above him, which he barely paid attention to but knew it must have hurt like a bitch with how the fish violently shook and spasmed even more than it already was.

It was having the equivalent of a seizure for three reasons: intense agony, grievous internal injury, and a whirlpool formed by the increasingly powerful water current that also made dozens of other whirlpools, the gobul being in the strongest, it only worsened its condition.

The pup inside was pushed forward, he let it happen, jaws wide open. He chomped into the first thing in range, which was something warm comparatively to the rest of the fish body, incredibly sweet, bloody and it melted right unto his tongue.

'Found it…. Hmmm so freaking delicious!', he thought in delight, his ears repeatedly flicking as he started to devour the raw liver directly from the source. There wasn't any fresher.

It was exactly what he was looking for and what his body craved. Craving the liver of a giant fish that was still alive while also being in it, that's something that would have never crossed his mind until now.

As he continued to gorge himself on this delectable liver, he noticed that at some point just after a big tremor the fish stopped moving.

Its heart also stopped beating around the same time as he didn't hear it nor felt it beat through his electromagnetic sense anymore.

It happened probably when he finished liver, it was a bit foggy. Then the accumulated exhaustion of the day finally hit him.

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His anger at this point was mostly quenched and he felt incredibly good! As if an invisible weight disappeared from his shoulders.

He yawned, noticing that he was bathing in more blood than seawater, a morsel of liver passed in front of him, his eyes zoned on it and he swallowed it as if it was going to run away.

'Hmmm… How come, can I be completely fine with this? Being here and doing that… Was I always like this or is this just my new body... Uhh too much thinking. Sleepy…', those were his last thoughts before he fell into the world of dreams.

The corpse of the Faraday Gobul was currently impaled on an ice spike protruding from the four-kilometer thick floe.

From predator to prey to mere sleeping bags.

As to why the gobul was currently impaled through its brain? Simple. The pup's little emotional outburst is at fault.

The giant whirlpool sucked in nearly everything and spat them out with great speed and strength, the gobul being one of those projectiles spat out.

For seven days, Maxim stayed seven days in his improvised sleeping bag. He would occasionally wake up barely cognizant to nibble on the flesh surrounding him or straight up being a sleep eater.

What he did took a toll on him, it was a bit much for a newborn. He was also too lazy to truly wake up and move, the corpse was bizarrely comfy.

He also grew.

Before he was 2.3 meters (7.54ft) from the tip of his muzzle to the tip of his tail, and he presently is 3.1 meters (10.17ft) long.

The carcass of the leviathan class monster he resided in barely began to rot thanks to the extremely low temperature preserving it.

Nor was it eaten by anything else, it was too high for most of the fauna specialized in that while the other that could like the three types of pigrons avoided the area due to the smell of one of their natural predators.

'Ahh that's nice…', thought Maxim, purring in contentment like a cat while he woke up. He stretched first his body and tail, and it was soon followed by his flippers.

He stretched them one by one taking his time to feel each of his bones, tendons, and muscles shift and pop. And his body was a bit stiff but in a good way.

He inhaled, it smelled of old meat, old blood, and of himself. The first two were mostly diluted at that point. He grinned, this translated into him baring his fangs, he didn't have the facial muscles and structure to do as a human would.

The pup was happy, he didn't know why but he was and that was what mattered to him. He pushed himself up with his flippers of the frozen flesh and stretched again.

He looked around, hundreds of little gashes in the gobul skin let weak rays of light through, it was more than enough light for his yellow-slitted eyes to see in as clear as day.

'I… it's me who ate… absolutely everything. How the fuck does my metabolism even work?!', completely dumbfounded, Maxim thought and turned to make sure it was real.

Animals such as pigmy shrews can, no, must eat three times their body weight daily, they must do it because if they don't they die...

And as their name indicate, they are small, they are one of the smallest mammal species.

But Maxim isn't a pygmy shrew and what he did was way more impressive in more than one way, so his shock and bewilderment are understandable.

'How much time has passed since I killed it… I guess it doesn't matter much but it mustn't have been long. I don't have a way to keep time...', he reckoned perplexed with what he should do.

His mind went back to how he ate in a relatively short period, something that was at least more than twenty times his weight.

He stared at the flappy flesh wall, his jaws wide open he was going to bite a chunk of it to get out but stopped himself as he got an idea, a stupid idea. He knew it was a stupid one.

The pup spread his flipper into an X position, then his pectoral and dorsal flippers started to softly shimmer in a dark blue color.

'Five. Four. Three. Two. One and... Fire!'

At this childlike thought, Maxim zipped through the skin like a rocket, and as if it was made of cardboard, kinetic energy being something that also existed in this world he didn't stop at that.

Maxim's eyes were wide open in surprise and joy, he tried and miserably failed to slow himself down, while at the same Tim he moved his left pelvic flippers at an angle that reoriented him.

This little movement ended with his scaled muzzle planting deeply into the ice above.

He twisted his body, getting his head out, and stared at his reflection, he flicked his left triangular ear and then his left while something else was going on in his mind.

'I can't get enough of this! It's addictive to feel everything flow so fast… oh that a mug only a mother would love and there is... gold on the spike but it's very much useless to me.', the pup thought shifted from him to something else when he saw the blurry reflection of the remains of an anglerfish-like creature.

He curiously swam closer to it. Studying it.

It wasn't a very pretty fish in the first place but the sudden fluctuation in pressure, intense current, and impalement didn't do it any favor.

'You don't judge the taste by its cover I guess.', he internally chuckled, remembering the taste of the liver, bits, and other pieces of memories when he ate-sleep even if in the end most of the flesh became bland.

'What do I do now?', Maxim realized that since he didn't have anything to do, no plan, no classes, no Internet, no rules, no obligation, nothing to go by but himself. He was free. Complete freedom.

He contemplated this for a good half an hour and decided to simply explore and do whatever he wanted. But this time he will be careful, as careful as he possibly could.

Because without taking risks, trial and error he won't go very far in this life. He didn't want to limit himself in such a way.

It was all so new to him, unfamiliar world, situation, body, instincts. He thought of this while he swam. His heart filled with a strange mix of fear, excitement, happiness, sadness, hope, and anticipation.