Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

A nearly perfect creature was thus born.

During the beating of Seamer, Seamer also began to constantly erode the vagrant.

The vagrant finally… not long after, was killed by Seamer.

Or rather, he returned to Seamer, submitting to Seamer.

"I once begged you all for food. Hahahaha, hahahah..."

"I once pleaded with you, not to hit me, I was just asking for a piece of rotten garbage, hahaha..."

"You would rather let stray cats and dogs rummage, than to let me come here! But now... it doesn't matter, we're good friends now, aren't we?"

"Ah, sorry, we were wrong, it was our fault..."

The souls of those sewn into Seamer's body retained some integrity, and Seamer could even converse with them.

But the reason for only part of the integrity being retained was that the sewn souls would completely submit to Seamer in spirit.

The first fusion was a mess, Seamer's body and the vagrant's body combined like two human-shaped cheeses, melted and fused together after rotting.

Fortunately, the night was long, and Seamer began to continuously master his power.

By the time dawn lightened the sky, Seamer had completed the patching.

Behind him, were the strong and forceful arms of the vagrant.

And that night, the stray cats and dogs that came to scavenge for food were also sewn into Seamer.

Having never had friendship or pets, Seamer was quite smug.

After that night, he had friendship and pets.

The cat would meow gently, and the dog would whimper playfully.

He had replaced his own claws with those of a cat, his teeth with those of a dog.

Cat and dog heads, he had attached to his waist.

As for the vagrant, besides the arms on the back, Seamer only kept a few of the vagrant's faces, sewn onto his own back.

To ensure he could occasionally chat with the vagrant.

Once fused together, the vagrant's body could also liquefy.

So Seamer easily cut apart the bodies of the cat, dog, and vagrant, then pieced them together.

The Seamer remained emaciated, but one of the most powerful creatures in the world had begun its journey to domination.

The vagrants who had bullied him in the past had become his "friends," the once-feral cats and dogs had become his "pets."

Seamer was content, he didn't immediately return home but kept scavenging for food, as if everything in those garbage bins were treasures.

He played until evening, when a heavy rain began, washing away the scent from his body before he returned home.

He joyously returned home, thinking he would be praised by his parents for bringing food.

After all, the former him, even when reduced to eating garbage, was never full.

Now, he could feed his parents with these scraps.

But when he returned home, looking like a monster, his parents thought he just used some kind of method to attach other people's arms and those stray cats and dogs to his body.

Perhaps because they had insulted Seamer for so long, they naturally held a psychological advantage and his foster father cursed at Seamer loudly.

"You freak! Why do you keep getting more and more freakish!"

"What kind of monster are you? Get out of here! Throw that stuff on your body into the garbage right now!"

"You disgusting thing! What are you thinking in that head of yours?"

Seamer's smile gradually grew cold amidst the curses.

The food he was carrying, reeking with foul odor, fell to the ground.

His foster father continued to curse, and his foster mother nearly vomited at the smell of the food.

"It stinks! What is all this?"

Seamer didn't know, the food he had diligently gathered was just a pile of pure garbage in his foster parents' eyes.

After all, his foster parents ate normal rations based on Seamer's allotment.

They might not have been full, but after taking Seamer's share, they were never hungry.

These scraps, reeking to the point of nausea in the garbage, they would never consider.

It was only Seamer, because he had hardly ever eaten normal food, who ignored many things due to extreme hunger.

The rain grew fiercer.

Listening to his parents' curses, Seamer looked up and under the dim light in the house, his complexion appeared sallow:

"You never loved me."

This voice was drowned in the curses and the rain.

The dim light flickered, like the struggle inside one's heart, but as the cursing stopped abruptly, the light finally extinguished completely.

The room was pitch black, the cursing ceased, yet the rain continued to pour as if wanting to wash away not just the smell but also the sins and mistakes.

But even with such heavy rain, it was soon overshadowed by distorted, manic laughter.

The laughter echoed through the rainy night, accompanied by thunderclaps, as if the entire world lit up for an instant.

In the lightning that illuminated the world, the "parents" were no longer in the room.

Or rather, the "parents" had become a part of Seamer.

On this rainy night, Seamer cast away his original name.

He named himself Seamer.

Not long after, the people from the shelter called him a demon.

Soon after that, those who called Seamer a demon became his "good friends."

They called Seamer the Demon Lord.

The ones who had distributed resources were killed by Seamer.