I’ve become a monster…sort of.

Betrayed and left for dead by a group of slaving nobles, I thought there was nothing left for me but bleeding out as I counted the number of bricks on the ceiling. But fate had different plans.

A gelatinous, gluttonous mimic found me right when I was about to die. But instead of eating me, he started demolishing the food in my pack - sandwiches, cookies, and everything else! Encouraged by my (admittedly forced) generosity, he fused with me, enhancing my body and turning me into a half-man half-mimic monstrosity.

Once a poor, down-on-my-luck scout, I now have new capabilities far beyond anything anyone on Basania has seen before.

The only problem? My new bodymate’s insatiable hunger for cake and human flesh.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator. A man powerful enough to defy the heavens. A master of martial arts. A lord of spiritual power. Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck in his body.

Arrogant Masters? Heavenly Tribulations? All that violence and bloodshed? Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

Farm life sounds pretty great. Tilling a field by hand is fun when you’ve got the strength of ten men—though maybe I shouldn’t have fed those Spirit Herbs to my pet rooster. I’m not used to seeing a chicken move with such grace...but Qi makes everything kind of wonky, so it’s probably fine.

Instead of a lifetime of battle, my biggest concerns are building a house, the size of my harvest, and the way the girl from the nearby village glares at me when I tease her.

A slow, simple, fulfilling life in a place where nothing exciting or out of the ordinary ever happens...right?