All in the name for survival,
Aya had done it. She had finally evolved.
Stronger exoskeleton? Check.
Sharper mandibles? Check.
Slightly bigger body? Check.
She flexed, feeling the newfound power coursing through her tiny ant veins.
with a confident smile and laugh hehehe
Aya: "Alright! This is my moment! I am reborn! I am a predator! I fear nothing!"
Then, a light breeze blew past.
Her entire body wobbled.
Aya: "…Oh."
She barely stayed standing. The wind almost knocked her over.
Aya: "Okay, maybe I’m still a little weak."
She needed a test. A victory.
Her eyes locked onto a tiny beetle scuttling nearby.
Aya: "Alright, weakling. Prepare to be my first—"
The beetle sneezed.
The force knocked Aya flat on her back.
Aya: "…Maybe I should rethink my life."
Aya had barely recovered from her self-inflicted humiliation when something far worse happened.
She spotted them from a distance—humans.
But not just any humans.
These were warriors. Hunters. Professionals.
Aya: "Oh no."
They moved like shadows, their weapons gleaming.
Aya crouched in her hiding spot.
Then, the woman among them spoke.
"There’s something unnatural here. A mutated insect."
Aya: "Double oh no."
She tried to slip away quietly—
SNAP.
Aya froze.
She had just stepped on a tiny, cursed, traitorous twig.
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Hunter: "Over there!"
Aya: "TRIPLE OH NO!"
She ran. Sprinted for her pathetic life.
? Dodged a knife.
? Weaved through roots like a pro.
? Tried to use her "speed" evolution to escape.
…and still nearly got stomped on.
Aya: "This is NOT the power fantasy I signed up for!"
She dived into a leaf pile, barely holding her breath.
The hunters searched the area.
Finally, they moved on.
Aya collapsed, shaking.
Aya: "New rule: I NEVER mess with humans again."
After escaping death by trained warriors, Aya needed to rebuild her confidence.
That’s when she saw the snail.
Slow.
Slimy.
Completely defenseless.
Aya: "Perfect. I can finally win a fight."
She crept closer.
She lunged.
And immediately got stuck in the snail’s gooey trail.
Aya: "Wait. WAIT. OH NO."
She tried to move.
Her legs didn’t budge.
Aya: "I’VE MADE A MISTAKE!"
The snail turned its eyestalks toward her.
Aya swore it was laughing.
She struggled harder. The slime clung to her like evil glue.
Aya: "I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS!"
With one final, desperate yank, she ripped herself free—
—leaving behind half her leg hairs.
Aya collapsed, traumatized.
The snail kept moving, unbothered.
Aya: "I ALMOST DIED TO A FREAKING SNAIL."
?? Survival Guide, New Rule:
Rule #20: NEVER. MESS. WITH. SNAILS.
?? Aya’s Bug Survival Guide, Entry #2
? Rule 1: Hide from predators.
- Step 1: Stay still.
- Step 2: Blend in.
- Step 3: Don’t move.
Outcome: Still gets eaten.
? Rule 2: Find good food.
- Step 1: Smell food.
- Step 2: Bite carefully.
- Step 3: Enjoy a safe meal.
Outcome: Gets poisoned.
? Rule 3: Trust nobody.
- Step 1: Don’t make friends.
- Step 2: Survive alone.
- Step 3: Stay safe.
Outcome: Gets attacked anyway.
Aya: "Okay. Maybe I should just stop trying."
Aya spots a smaller bug.
Aya: "Time for a sneak attack!"
? She sneaks up.
? She gets ready to pounce.
? She leaps!
The bug moves at the last second.
Aya slams into a rock.
Aya: "My strategy is flawless! My execution is TRASH!"
Aya sees a long shadow.
It looks huge.
It looks dangerous.
Aya: "I have trained for this moment."
She lunges at it.
…It’s just a stick.
Aya: "…Oh."
She sits down.
She rethinks her life.
She finds a tiny eggshell.
Aya:
? It’s white.
? It’s smooth.
? It’s completely harmless.
Aya: "Why does this look more powerful than ME?!"
She kicks it in frustration.
It doesn’t even move.
Aya: "I hate my life."
Aya had evolved.
She had risked her life training.
She had almost died to a snail.
And yet—
She was still weak.
If a human found her? She was dead.
If a bigger insect found her? She was dead.
If she stepped on another snail trail? She was dead INSIDE.
Aya: "Evolution isn’t a cheat. It’s a scam!"
But she refused to give up.
She needed to get even stronger.
But first—
She needed to find food.
Without poisoning herself again.
Days survived: Somehow still alive.
? Times almost died: Too many.
? New skill acquired: Useless in battle.
? Threat level: Still “snack-sized.”
"I am officially the WORST isekai protagonist in history."
(Or, How to Get Humiliated by Something With 100 Legs.)
Will she finally win a fight?
Will she stop making horrible life choices?
(Spoiler: No.)