This is a collection of short chapters on an idea that refuses to leave my head. A reincarnation story into the Nasuverse. The chapters are rather short, but I intend for the story to be long.

Brimming with life, thriving on death, molds are essential parts of the balance in nature. Collecting that which has found its end, to create room for new life. Their task is to give life and nutrition to other, while also disposing of those who have perished so that new life may grow. In the cycle of life and death, nothing is eternal, not even the scythe of the reaper. Follow the journey of the being which has caught a glimpse at infinity. The being which will be the one to give life and the being which will be there to take it at the end. For as long as there is life that ends, all must meat him to rot and be reborn. "Yo author, what's with this shady introduction?! People will think that I am a bad guy!" * * * For more chapters, check my Patreon: www.patreon.com/user?u=51077809&fan_landing=true Discord: discord.gg/krr2hTX9PD

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself dressed in futuristic armor in a small room filled with soldiers that look similar to you? You don't know where you are, you can't understand their language and the only saving grace is the fact that the weapons and equipment are the same as an old virtual reality game that you once played so you know how to use them. And when the room turns out to be the interior of a drop ship and you're forced into a war for survival, what would you do? WARNING: This story is inspired by the Halo games, the Earth Defence Force games and the Doom games. Doom games meaning that there will be lots of gore and brutal killing! The cover picture is not mine and is just something that I found on google. Rights go to its owner. The story and all characters associated with it are mine, and with that out of the way, please enjoy reading.