Chapter 5: mosquitoes fear no gods

  Do you know what the most dangerous animals in human history are?

  You may think that it was the cave lion that our ancestors once had as a not-so-friendly neighbor, or the great sharks that were depicted in countless movies. If those were your suspects, then you are totally wrong.

  Humans may not have claws or a powerful bite, but we still managed to speed run the food chain and became the ultimate predators, and no beast is afraid of a weaker beast.

  In human history, the animals that killed the most of our kind are the fleas and the mosquitoes. With mosquitoes having over seven hundred thousand kills per year.

  Those little hateful little things do not care about food chains, apex predators, size differences, or eco-friendliness. In fact, they are the least discriminatory species ever made. Whether you are a beggar or a god is none of their business.

  Anyway, why am I rambling about those little pests that we all hate, you asked? Well, there is a very high possibility that I am being swarmed by them.

  You see, I have speculated about the lifelike trait of some of the ‘dots’ for some time now, but it was just that, a speculation. Today I finally have confirmation by reading mosquitoes' memories. Yes, I said reading memories.

  To put it simply, a mosquito flew toward me; I absorbed something and got his memories.

  “That makes no sense.”

  “Okay, let's take a death breath and start from the beginning. One, two, three. Inhale…“

  Oh! I forgot that I had nobody, so I can't breathe at all.

  “Okay, seriously, let's start from the beginning. In the beginning there was the big bang, and after... ”

  No matter how much I tried to get some time to think it through, it just doesn’t make sense.

  So it all started when a few dots flew toward me. It was a first because the dots generally stay as far from me as possible. Then, when they were close enough, they dived into me and disappeared. It was starting to be strange from then on. After that, other dots did the same, with some just hovering around me, but eventually they all dived inside of me and also disappeared.

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  A few seconds later, I felt the same thing I felt when I was swallowing something when I had a body, and then, BOOM, I got the mosquitoes memories. In fact, it was pretty easy to explain.

  What am I even talking about? No matter how I looked at it, It is strange as fuck. It would make more sense to get isekaied by truck San instead; at least in that case, even if it makes no sense, I would be able to understand what happened to me.

  “Calm down, Calm down…”

  I don’t have the slightest idea of how it happened, but I got the mosquitoes' memory and discovered some pretty interesting facts.

  The first thing I discovered was that mosquitoes had a damn bad memorization faculty, and in fact it is pretty understandable. They mostly run on the default setting to find food and reproduce, so They do not need the ability to remember the value of “π.” At most, they have a short-term memory that allows them to execute some task before forgetting about it. And that was a very important fact because it is completely useless, but you will never forget about it.

  The second important fact is that apparently I am a floating green fireball. Well… I don’t know what to say.

  Imaging living your life as a human and then dying, thinking that you went into some sort of very empty afterlife, and just when you start to feel okay about it, the world sends mosquitoes messengers with a message saying, “By the way, you are a sentient flying green fireball.”

  Welcome to my new identity crisis.

  Being a fireball in itself is pretty cool, not going to lie, but at least give me a twenty-four hours notice before annihilating the new understanding of the world I live in.

  Another problem I have with this new identity is being green. Although there was a lot of good stuff associated with the color green, I cannot stop thinking about that grumpy green-furred humanoid being that hates Christmas. I may complain a lot and be grumpy, but at least I have friends, a friend, maybe. Anyway, I would prefer a silvery or blue color if possible.

  Believe it or not, but that was all I could take from the mosquitoes’ memories. They may have been a swarm, but they had almost lived the same things. They were born, became larvae, ate, grew bigger, ate more, became adults, and then flew to find a wife or husband, but before that they saw a big handsome fireball and decided to commit mass suicide for no reason other than “it was cold outside.” Mosquitoes have very short sight, so I have almost no other clues about the outside.

  Right now, I don't know what to think about it. On one hand, I am happy to learn something about my situation; on the other hand, there is nothing I can do about it. I am still blind and deaf, paralyzed, and probably insane, so I can’t really do anything about it. I can see the “dots” that are apparently living beings, but I can barely interact with them. And by interacting, I mean bullying with light show. And so I did exactly what I could do.

  New part of daily tasks: harassing the others.