Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

Statistical Anomaly

{Mom...?}For external observers, time is a linear constant—an immutable flow that dictates the order of events. However, within the fabric of The Veil, human logic lacks jurisdiction.

"DEVOUR HIM!!"

For the locust swarm, time was a binary sequence of consumption and division. Their collective minds processed the appearance of the new prey, and in a fraction of a second, the order for assimilation was dispatched to every muscle fiber and neuron in the hive.

(¡¡Chrrr-clack...!!)

The tide of chitin tensed, ready to erase any trace of the anomaly.

"LET’S DANCE!!"

But for the entity that had just manifested inside The Veil, on the main highway toward Central City, time had become an irrelevant suggestion.

(¡¡Vwoosh!!)

The moment the lips of Mireya’s adult form uttered those words, causality shattered.

"Silver, watch the car."

Mireya, shrouded in the crimson and gold radiance of his adult form, didn't even lock eyes with his aggressors. His attention was elsewhere.

(¡¡¡VWOOOOOOOOOM-BOOM!!!)

The air around Mireya didn’t just vibrate; it fractured. The sound barrier was reduced to rubble in an immediate radius, generating a shockwave that disoriented the swarm's vanguard.

"I’m sorry..."

Before the echo of the sonic explosion could finish expanding, the crimson silhouette simply ceased to exist to the human eye.

"But you must die."

Without leaving a trace, without leaving a trail of movement, his presence vanished from its original spot only to reappear meters ahead, having surpassed even the most optimized visual organs of the plague.

(Vraaaa-shhhhk!!)

What followed was a frantic race through an endless ocean of flesh and shells.

(¡¡Krrr-vzzzzzzzt!!)

Mireya began to tear through the horde, and with every step, the space his body occupied became a zone of annihilation through pure molecular friction.

(¡¡Bzzzz-shreeeeee!!)

That night, in the depths of The Veil, this event would later be classified as one of the most destructive massacres on record.

(¡¡Vraaa-zh-zh-zh-zh!!)

It was a display of violence where the aggressor was so fast that death arrived before the executioner's image could even form on the victims' retinas.

*(¡¡Sssss-thoom!!) *

What began as a display of speed transformed, in milliseconds, into a storm of heat and matter.

(¡¡Fwa-shhhhhhhhhhh!!)

As he crossed the swarm, Mireya’s body generated friction so extreme with the air particles that he left behind a trail of absolute heat.

(¡¡Vraaa-hsssssssss~!!)

This was no simple trail of movement; it manifested as a flow of energy reminiscent of stardust—a vibrant mixture of crimson and gold particles floating in the vacuum left in his wake. However, this "galactic dust" was lethal: any locust that came into contact with the trail was instantly incinerated, its atoms disintegrated by a temperature that biological material could not endure.

(Kaaaa-shhhh!!)

Simultaneously, the structure of the suit Mireya wore began to operate under its own logic.

(Zzzzz-thooooom!!)

Amidst the friction generated by that sonic vacuum, the fabric of the suit ceased to be a static garment and became a fluid, aggressive extension of his will.

(¡¡¡SNAP-WHIP-SLASH!!!)

Sections of the crimson suit expanded and projected outward in erratic, geometric angles.

(¡¡Ssh-sh-sh-sh-sh-t!!)

As if the cloth possessed a predatory intelligence, it moved independently of Mireya’s central displacement, lashing and tearing at the creatures attempting to flank him.

(Schlick-schlick-schlick!!)

These appendages of fabric and energy altered their trajectory in mid-air, performing ninety-degree turns at maximum speed to impale or sever dozens of locusts in a single blink.

"FAST..."

However, despite the initial devastation, the gravest miscalculation an observer could make would be to attribute "fear" to the swarm.

"PREDICTION... EVALUATION..."

For the hive mind, the loss of ten thousand units in a second was not a tragedy, but a data acquisition.

(Hssssssssss...)

As blood vapor and golden ash saturated the air, Subject Zero’s collective consciousness processed the thermal trail not as a threat, but as a map.

(Vvvvvvvvv-shhhhh...)

By analyzing the fluctuations in the heat wake and the trajectory of the cloth appendages, the locusts detected a constant: the absolute defensive perimeter around the armored vehicle.

(Kh-sh-sh-sh...)

In a fraction of a microsecond, the swarm's intelligence executed a predictive simulation of a trillion variables, achieving the impossible: predicting Mireya's angle of attack even before the nerve impulse reached his muscles.

"They're adapting...?"

Thus, the effectiveness of the massacre began to decline; not due to a lack of power, but because of the optimization of the swarm's ecosystem.

<"Indeed. It is quite interesting how they seem to have found a way to keep up with your pace.">

By following the thermal residue of the trail and the vibrational frequency of the suit's lashes, the swarm identified the focal point of the aggression. With this information, the mass of flesh and chitin initiated an internal restructuring without emitting a single sound—a purely cellular and structural shift.

"Damn it... Then... does this affect the count?"

The new waves of locusts emerging from the rear presented an altered biology.

<"They aren't multiplying... instead, they seem to be mutating.">

Their exoskeletons were no longer simple shells, but surfaces of dense carbon with kinetic absorption properties.

"I didn't ask about that... Echidna, there's a baby out there... So... HOW IS THE COUNT?!"

The locusts developed ocular membranes capable of filtering the crimson and gold glare, allowing them to lock onto Mireya's position even amidst his most erratic displacements.

<"Almost finished, however... shouldn't you worry more about your own state?">

In a normal situation, the most disturbing part would be the adjustment in their movement patterns.

"I’m fine... right, Goldie?"

The swarm stopped charging linearly; they began to move in predictive trajectories, occupying the empty spaces where Mireya had yet to land.

("Kill, cut, tear, murder...")

Every replica of the swarm became a real-time data receiver: if one locust was hit, the ten thousand situated behind it instantly adjusted their bone density and angle of inclination to resist the impact.

<"Obviously, Goldie is giving in to negative impulses!">

The swarm was ceasing to be a victim and transforming into a giant immune system, specifically designed to neutralize and eventually consume the anomaly attacking it.

"I’m really sorry, Goldie... I’ll apologize a thousand times if I have to... But... I won't stop until I find her!!"

Unfortunately, just as the swarm's biological algorithm believed it had deciphered the attack pattern, Mireya’s resonance underwent a violent mutation.

"So..."

The crimson energy, which until now flowed as a wake, began to thicken, acquiring a viscous and heavy consistency that started to devour the silhouette of the original suit.

"Fine... You can go as crazy as you like... Goldie, let’s..."

The crimson fabric expanded organically, covering the torso in a dense structure, while the golden energy condensed into a massive "X" crossing his chest, acting as a high-pressure seal that held together the unstable power threatening to overflow.

"Release the brakes."

The metamorphosis reached Mireya’s face; a hood of dark, rigid material emerged from the suit's fibers, fusing into a mask that erased any human traits, leaving only a smooth, menacing surface oriented toward the pure perception of the battlefield.

("¡¡EJEJEJEJEJAAHAHAHAJAAHAHAJAHAHAHHAHA!!")

The most terrifying part was the alteration of the combat's anatomy.

("BREAK!!!")

His form adopted the appearance of a two-dimensional black silhouette, devoid of depth or features, evoking the image of a primordial demon that had yet to take physical shape.

<"Are you sure that was a good idea?">

In place of a face, there was only total, opaque darkness that seemed to absorb the surrounding light, turning Mireya’s head into a visual enigma that disoriented the locusts' optimized eyes.

"Definitely... no... But there was no other choice... right?"

Beneath that void, the body became a tool of multi-directional annihilation.

"You said it yourself, remember?"

The suit encased his hands until they extended into heavy, monstrous claws, while two supplementary arms sprouted from his shoulder blades.

"A curse, in the end, is still a curse, right?"

These additional limbs, formed of the same viscous crimson substance and reinforced by the golden glow, moved with independent and erratic agility.

<"But didn't you complain last time that this resonant nature was engulfing you as well?">

Mireya was no longer a recognizable figure; he was a smear of darkness and viscous energy projecting four lethal limbs toward the swarm.

"I definitely feel like I'm about to go insane, so... there's only one logical option!"

The density of the air around him became so heavy that the locusts attempting to predict his position based on his previous anatomy suffered a logical collapse.

"Goldie... TONIGHT, LET OUT THE CURSE YOU CARRY INSIDE!!"

Faced with the impossibility of predicting the trajectories of the crimson entity's four limbs, the hive mind executed an extreme survival directive.

("DISMEMBER!!!")

Instead of maintaining tactical dispersion, the millions of locust units attracted each other through a high-intensity vibrational frequency.

"CONSUME!!!"

The units began to fuse, forcing an accelerated mitosis that ignored cellular integrity, welding shells and tissues in a real-time forced reproduction process.

"¡¡¡¡GRRRROOAAAWWWLLL!!!!"

The result was a titanic mass; a monstrosity hundreds of meters tall composed of overlapping layers of chitin, drooling mouths, and hypertrophied limbs that rose over the highway like a mountain range of living flesh.

{"¡¡¡KEE-HE-HE-HE-HA-HA-HA!!!"}

In response, within the absolute vacuum of the black hood, the two-dimensional silhouette began to fracture.

{"DISMEMBER!!!"}

Amidst the opaque darkness, two beastly red eyes emerged, laden with a bloodlust that seemed to burn the very fabric of the suit.

{This is why, Goldie... you scare me...}

Beneath them, a mouth of sharp teeth tore through, curving into a twisted and maniacal smile that radiated purely frenzied excitement.

{I think it's best... if I stay hidden...}

In this way, two monsters and cataclysms had begun a destructive dance...