Shapeshifter [LitRPG]

Upon accepting the system prompt and willing to take on a human form, Xen mentally knew he had two options. He could either consume his biomass to create a human body from scratch to his specifications or overtake a nearby vessel that matched the form he wanted to take.

Naturally, since Xen had almost no biomass to the point where he could sneak down someone's nostril and had a perfectly fine human corpse that he was currently inhabiting, he picked the latter option.

[Shapeshifting in process]

Xen felt his consciousness spread throughout the body. It wasn't instantaneous, almost as if he was a fluid flowing through the body's veins and slowly becoming aware of every muscle fiber and organ within the body.

All the while, Sarah was fighting for her life. She was barely managing to hold the wolves back. One of them lay heavily injured, bleeding out on the dungeon's stone floor, but there were still two mostly uninjured wolves that almost reached her shoulder height, taking turns trying to bite chunks out of her arm.

"Sarah, I…" Jonathan began, tears streaming down his face.

"What, Jonathan?" Sarah shouted, not taking her eyes off the wolves for a single second. "Now is not the time for your mumbling. Spit it out."

"I think Joe is dead," Jonathan croaked out.

[Shapeshift complete]

Joe's eyes shot open as Xen took complete control of the body. Despite the dim lighting, the sudden sensory overload was overwhelming. Until now, Xen had observed the world in a myriad of colors through the flows of mana in the air, almost like seeing everything as a blur, but now he could see everything in such fine detail. Such as the complete shock on Jonathan's face as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Dead?" Sarah screamed out as she wildly raised her sword and struck at one of the wolves, making it snarl in pain as she took out one of its ears. "How could Joe be dead? What have you been doing this entire time? You're a healer, goddamnit! His wounds weren't even that serious."

Jonathan's eyes widened. Sarah's voice clearly broke him out of his astonishment. He reeled around with his mouth open as if excited to tell her about Joe's miraculous recovery, but Xen had no interest in word of his revival getting out. Quickly reaching up, he grabbed the healer's throat, and with all the strength he could muster, he squeezed until he heard an audible snap.

Xen hardly felt anything as Jonathan took his last breath, and he watched the life leave his eyes. In fact, a distinct feeling of euphoria overtook him, accompanied by a system notification.

You have killed an opponent 4 levels above your own. Bonus experience awarded.

Experience split between [Mind Slime] and [Human] form.

[Mind Slime] has leveled up: 2 -> 3.

[Human] has leveled up: 1 -> 2.

The healer's body fell on top of him like a warm blanket. Xen was about to use Devour but refrained when he noticed Sarah getting a fortunate hit on the other wolf, causing it to collapse to the ground with blood spurting from a vein on its neck.

The silver-haired elf had multiple rather grave injuries covering her body; her breathing was ragged, and she looked ready to collapse any moment. Still, even in such a state, Xen believed that Sarah had the potential to defeat the single wolf remaining. Which was a problem. Jonathan had most definitely been alive a second ago, so she would probably wonder why the healer had suddenly passed away.

Should I pretend to be dead? Xen wondered.

"Basic sword slash," Sarah shouted with mana-filled intent, and Xen saw her chipped iron sword wreathed with red energy. She swung it wildly, and the final remaining wolf ate the attack in the face. Like a warm knife through butter, the sword had no problem cleaving through fur and bone, killing the wolf nearly instantly.

As the wolf fell, so did Sarah's sword, which clattered to the stone below. She followed by collapsing to her knees. "I did it," she muttered, "I really did it."

Through his Mana Vision, Xen saw an external force briefly wrap around Sarah's body, which he suspected was a level-up similar to the one he had just experienced. It didn't recover her wounds, but she did seem notably less tired a second later. While groaning, she sluggishly picked up her bloodied sword and got back to her feet.

"Jonathan, Joe, I won. We can escape now," she turned around, and her look of absolute relief turned to one of horror as she gazed upon the pile of bodies. Her hand began trembling. "Guys?" she questioned as she slowly walked over to the two bodies, one of which Xen was inhabiting.

Collapsing beside them, she began shaking Jonathan's shoulders, and as expected, he remained unresponsive. From Xen's fragmented, inherited memories, he knew that the two elves knew each other outside of the dungeon, while Joe had been a last-minute addition to the party.

It wasn't exactly clear to Xen how they were related, but he knew there was some sort of deeper connection between them.

Sarah put her trembling finger under Jonathan's nose. "No, no, no, no, you can't be dead. Why aren't you breathing?" she began panicking and rummaging through Jonathan's belongings and pockets. "A health potion, goddamnit! You must have been carrying a health potion. Where is it?"

Meanwhile, Xen was trying to stay completely still but was struggling under Jonathan's weight. He wasn't inhabiting the corpse as undead but rather as a living being, so Joe still needed to breathe, and his heart was still beating.

The silver-haired elf, whom Xen just wished would leave, began sobbing into Jonathan's clothes. "You idiot, why did you spend our savings on this fancy white robe rather than health potions?" she howled between cries.

An awkward minute or two passed before, eventually, Sarah gathered herself and wiped away her tears on her sleeve. Much to Xen's relief, she seemed about to leave, but then her eyes widened. "Joe, are you alive?"

No, don't look over here. Xen inwardly cursed.

She put two fingers on his neck and another below his nose. Xen tried to hold his breath for as long as he could, but the body he was inhabiting required oxygen, so after a dozen seconds or so, he took a sharp breath.

Knowing his cover was blown, Xen sleepily opened Joe's eyes and pretended he was barely alive. He hadn't expected Sarah to scream and stumble back while pointing at him.

Joe searched his fragmented, inherited memories and couldn't see why she would have such an adverse reaction to him opening his eyes. "Is something the matter?" he asked, surprised at how his voice sounded and how effortlessly human speech rolled off his tongue.

"Your eyes, Joe," Sarah exclaimed, "they're nothing but voids."