"System, I've been waiting for an hour now! Where the hell are those iguana crabs you talked about?" Tim pined, and the attitude he had was fueled by anger alone.

  The system didn't make things any easier for him, as she said. [You mean crusta ignatius, not iguana? Also, you've been waiting for 37 minutes, and guests aren't supposed to lie. Please behave!]

  Before he could say anything, the system answered the prior question as well, though she was a bit vague about it.

  She said, [You should just tinue waiting for a little while longer. Crabs will eventually crawl over here, so stop talking and rustling around, yonna scare them away. Don't let 'natural sele' be your worst enemy, please the os are already dangerous themselves. Don't do stupid stuff.]

  Ironically, right now, the system spoke more than Tim ever did. She distracted him, even, so he was set quite for a surprise, after he felt a couple of doting, hot steps on his soft, fishy stingray back!

  "Youch!" He excimed.

  Then, upon an in-built primal reflex, he swung that dangerous tail of his. Afterwards, he noticed that the barb oip of his tail, punctured whatever crawled on his back!

  That was not enough to kill the said creature, however. His back still felt very hot, as if he was the oing stabbed. In a mode of panic, Tim pulled his tail out of the creature, and began stabbing it over and ain!

  He had the slightest hint that he was attag a crab, but throughout these few seds, it didn’t matter much. Tim fought until he won, arose from the sand he had buried himself in, and then finally got a good look of what he had just killed.

  It was a crab, and it didn’t take a detective to figure that out. The crab had colors equal to that of live fmes, which expined why its feet had been so heated up to begin with!

  But in another aspect, it didn’t make seim recalled some very bails from his past life, and before he reinated into this fishy body, he had never really heard of fming crabs. It sounded insane.

  heless, he was happy that he killed the puny crab. It was smaller than him, but the damage it had dealt was iim had marks on his baow, which may take a while to heal. He did not want to experiehat again, the crab's death brought him peace.

  He even started mog it, calling the carcass fat. "Guess that's why they call it an iguana crab, look at that ridiculous belly."

  [No, no.] The system was quick to correct him, [It's an ignatius crustacea, which trao fming crab. That's why its legs fried your back a little bit, this species is your natural predator and prey at the same time.]

  As the system said that, Tim remembered that he had to eat, and therefore felt nauseous. He looked at the crab, and si was half the size smaller than him, the stab-wounds it had, made it seem all the more disgusting.

  Through a mouthful of barf, he asked. "Hmm, fming crab, huh? Does that mean it's already cooked and ready for me to eat?"

  [No, its flesh is actually really wet and chewy. I reend you wait until the crab cools down, though. However, if you don't see yourself adapting to this lifestyle, death is an option. Though, if you want to die, you have to starve yourself to achieve such a blessing.] The system followed along.

  "That doesn't sound aer," Tim said, and then just decided that he was to eat this crab.

  His belly was empty, and he'd rather be angry with a full stomach, rather than grumpy and hungry at the same time. This new life already seemed hard, and there was no point in making it harder. The system cooperated with him for once, she went quiet a him be.

  A few minutes went by, aiced how the crab's fme died out through every passing moment. He associated this crab with the shog and sudden pain he experienced, so he was happy to see it die, fully and forever!

  "Hehe," He smirked.

  Anyway, now that he was more edible, he sunk those small jaws of his, on the crab. It took a moment to break its shell, but once he got a mouthful of its meat, it didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would be.

  In fact, he didn’t taste anything at all, as Bluespotted Ribbon-tail Rays didn't have taste buds, apparently! This was a blessing, the more he thought about it. His belly started feeling full, and he didn’t feel disgusted as he fihe crab off.

  Moments ter, the system informed him. [You successfully killed a fming crab, so 1 system point has beeed to you. I enced you to murder a crab to begin with, so you recieve another system point as a reward.]

  Aside from that, she also added. [In total, you have 6 system points in your sum.]

  "Thanks for making me feel better about killing aing my natural nemesis, system." He joked.

  The system was quiet for a while, as it seems like she was doing her own thing again. She was analyzing some information, and prepared to talk about a bunch of stuff.

  She said, [You ate a full-grown fming crab, and that es with plenty of bes. Your Hunger Bar is at 7/15 points now, but that's not all; You're also amped up with a fra of the crab's magical powers, at least for a little while, and I suggest you use it.]

  "Really? That's badass!" He excimed.

  However, as he wiggled around iement, he shot out the bit of power he had stolen. A tiny fireball shot out of his barb, and just diminished as it arose up the salty waters.

  "Oh shit, I messed up, didn't I?" He sighed.

  He felt stupid that he lost the only bit of magical powers he could attain, but rather than arguing about it, the system worked with him on this.

  She said, [Your bodily ditions are w against you a bit. You 't focus, and with that tiny mind of yours, not being able to focus adds up on your stack of daily problems. With that sidered, I reend that you bury yourself as much as you , and just sleep for a little while.]

  "You don't have to tell me twice," He said.

  The meat he ate was finally weighing on his stomach. It made him feel warm, a bit cozy, and surely fortable. He could use a nap right now!

  ...

  Upon opening his eyes, Timmy spotted a big fishy face right in front of him, that was gring all the way down to his little soul. Worse yet, this fish carried a pair of terribly shiny jaws!

  In response, he peeped a bubley pint, and demao know. "What's that?"

  [I reize some species of shark, but I 't give you any specififormatiht now. If I am to analyze this thing properly, then you o bite the shark.] She said.

  Tim would rather not do that, and instead, he asked. " I outswim it? I don't want to know who its uncles are right now."

  The system did not ao that, at least not immediately. She was carrying out her own procedures, and was quite greedy with any forms of information.

  Tim however, didn't have any time to waste. The shark was getting curious, it started head-budding his spine, which couldn't be a good thing at all.

  He responded quite primitively, and stung the shark right on the face! This was the best he could do.

  MisterE05