Ethereal Ascension

Ah, reincarnation-a fate so whimsical, so *random*, it's like drawing straws in a cosmic game of chance. Some folks have all the luck, don't they? They roll the dice and wake up as dazzling protagonists, decked out in shiny armor with destined swords in hand. Or, they get to be those deliciously menacing villains who monologue dramatically while summoning lightning from their fingertips.

Heck, even the "weird ones" hit the jackpot-reincarnated as clever slimes or web-slinging spiders, ready to climb their way up the food chain with style.

And then there's me.

Did I get a hero's journey? No. A nefarious plot? Nope. Even a squishy, plucky underdog tale? Not a chance.

When the reincarnation gods spun their wheel of destiny for me, it stopped on _slug._

Yes, a slug.

Not a mystical creature, not a talking slug with epic powers, just... a slug. Slimy, slow, perpetually under threat from *salt*.

It's not glamorous, I'll tell you that. Waking up in a world of magical beasts, fearsome knights, and bustling guilds, only to realize you've got a body that screams "midnight snack" to literally everything-it's humbling.

My "epic tale" mostly involves avoiding the business end of a broomstick and praying no one feels like seasoning their garden today.

But hey, they say every life has a purpose, right? Maybe there's some slug prophecy no one's heard of yet. Or maybe... I'm just here to provide comic relief. Either way, this slimy new life of mine is going to be an adventure-one squishy step at a time.