Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

After being dragged to the henhouse by that rooster, I thought I could finally get a good night's sleep, but little did I know that another problem would arise while I was sleeping.

Two fleas came up to me in the middle of the night while I was sleeping soundly. After much persuasion, I finally found something to use against them and threatened them to leave. In order to get their promise to leave, I made them give me a reason.

To my surprise, they actually gave me a reason that made me both laugh and cry: they were full.

It was such a rare opportunity to escape, but the man who raped me said, "We've already shot, we're leaving."

This feeling of loss is truly unbearable.

I saw that the flea's belly was indeed round and bulging, as if it had eaten its fill. I don't know what kind of person the flea is, but I'll trust it for now. If it really doesn't work out, I'll just press them down underneath.

"I'll trust you this once." I struggled to move my body and let the guy out.

The flea that had been pinned down, which had looked like it was about to die, suddenly came back to life and jumped straight towards its brother.

"Are you alright?" the older brother asked with concern as his younger brother jumped over.

"It's nothing," the younger brother replied obediently.

"It's alright, it's alright, let's go then," the older brother said to his younger brother.

"You just left like that? That wretched guy hurt me so much." The younger brother was clearly indignant.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I……"

"Let's go, we've eaten our fill, and you're alright, so let's go." After saying that, the older brother jumped onto the pile of straw first.

The younger brother gave me a disgruntled look and then jumped up as well.

Watching them go upstairs, I finally felt relieved and could finally get a good night's sleep.

There are still so many things happening so late at night. We're already on the ground floor, there shouldn't be any mosquitoes, right?

If a few mosquitoes come running in, I won't be able to get any sleep tonight.

"Giggle giggle..." The loud sound basically penetrated the entire village, and then everyone felt the arrival of a new day.

The rooster stood on a high place, bathed in sunlight. Its bright feathers shimmered in the light, looking exceptionally beautiful, and its majestic body displayed the rooster's powerful and imposing aura.

No wonder the rooster was so confident that he didn't need to chase after the hens; it turns out he had something to be confident about.

I was in a daze when the rooster, after crowing, returned to my top and asked, quite annoyed, "How did you get to the very back?"

"The nest wasn't sturdy enough and it fell down," I said, quite annoyed.

"Can you climb up by yourself?"

"If I could climb up myself, why would I spend the night down there?" I said, feeling quite frustrated.

"Never mind, I'll help you." The rooster stretched out its beak and pecked at me.

It bit my body and pulled me out, then put me next to the chicken coop and said, "It's dawn now, and I've finished my work. Okay, let's get down to business."

"Your job?" I asked, puzzled. Isn't a rooster's job to get hens to lay eggs? And it's already done by dawn? That's incredibly fast!

"Yes, that's my job. My job is to drive away the darkness and bring a world of light to everyone," the rooster said, puffing out his chest and feeling exceptionally proud.

Holy crap, where does this rooster get its confidence from? Superstition really does kill people! It looks exactly like the rooster in my elementary school textbook.

"Have you ever tried not to call me for a day?" I said, speechless.

"Yes," the rooster replied readily.

"And what happened? Did the world end?" I asked curiously.

"It rained that day, and the sun didn't come out," the attacker said with unusual smugness.

Holy crap, this works?

I'm utterly speechless. I seriously wonder if this rooster has developed a crazy narcissistic syndrome.

It's said that animals can sense changes in the weather, and I suspect that the rooster sensed that it was going to rain, which is why it deliberately didn't crow.

Of course, I only have some doubts; I can't really say anything, since I'm currently in a very weak position. So all I can do is smile wryly.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. It's nothing to mention, it's all just what I should do. Let's think about how to pursue love instead," the rooster said casually.

Wow, this rooster is so cool! I suddenly feel like it's awesome. It's like a fighter jet of invisible showing off.

I didn't know what to say next, it was so awkward, I suddenly couldn't keep up with the conversation.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question. What do we do now? Didn't you say you'd help me? Why aren't you saying anything?" The rooster asked curiously, looking at me standing there motionless and silent.

"I'm thinking." Actually, I have a headache. Helping such a pretentious guy find love, am I just harming his mother?

But there's no other way now. If I don't win over that hen, I'll be dead. I'd better find a way to help him. I refuse to believe that all my 72 strategies for love can't win over a hen.

"Let's go now and see what kind of living environment that hen has, what her daily routine is, and what her hobbies are, so we can treat her accordingly," I said with great difficulty, tilting my head back.

"Alright, I'll take you there." After saying that, the rooster put me in its mouth and ran out quickly.

My only worry right now is that the rooster might trip and fall while running and accidentally swallow me whole.

So I asked worriedly, "Could you put me on your back?"

"No, it's possible," the rooster said vaguely.

Because it bit me inside its mouth, it was like it would bite me every time it spoke a word, which caused me a lot of pain.

I regret talking to that rooster now. I was afraid of being swallowed, but if we continued talking like that, would I be bitten to death before we even got there?

So I immediately shut my mouth. Even being on edge was much better than being bitten to death.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered a joke, which is about what's the most disgusting thing about eating an apple? And people say it's when you find a bug in it while you're eating it.

And what's even more disgusting than a late-arriving bug? It's a bug that's only half-eaten, because half of it is already inside your mouth.

Isn't that disgusting?

And now I'm worried that I might be too disgusting. I don't want to be bitten in half by that rooster, with one half inside his mouth and the other half falling to the ground.

In my mind, I practically recited the names of all the gods I knew, hoping they wouldn't be bitten in two, please, please don't!

I closed my eyes and prayed silently. The biting cold wind blew past me, and the rooster's saliva wafted over me.

Moreover, the rooster was running very unsteadily, so I felt like a piece of fat meat in its beak, constantly floating around. I, who never gets carsick, suddenly found myself experiencing motion sickness today.

I felt like my intestines and other parts of my body had been jostled out of place. What's even more absurd is that I didn't even have a chance to vomit, even if I wanted to swallow.

This isn't rushing, it's slow murder! Why weren't you running so fast when we went back last night? Are you on steroids today? You're so excited.

Forget it, you're a chicken to begin with, you don't need any injections of chicken blood, your body is already full of chicken blood.

I was completely battered and bruised, with snot, tears, and water all mixed together in my mouth. I was in a terrible mess, and I thought I was going to be tortured to death like this today, when suddenly the rooster stopped.

Then they put me on the ground, and only at that moment did I feel that the world had returned to normal, and the world that had been spinning in my mind finally stopped.

I feel like I no longer have my chubby body. I feel like I'm just skin and bones, like someone in an animated film who's been run over by a car and is now just a skinny thing lying on the ground. It's incredibly uncomfortable.

I don't want to do anything right now, I just want to lie here quietly, just lie here. If you were me, I'd eat right now. I honestly feel that being eaten would be much better than being tortured to death like this.

"Are you alright?" the rooster asked cautiously.

"You...you think I'm alright?" I said weakly, feeling so weak that I could barely speak.

"I think you're about to die," the rooster said earnestly.

"..." I reckon even if I wasn't killed by that rooster, I'd be driven mad with anger. Does anyone talk like that? No, wait, a rooster? Doesn't it know how to talk? It left me speechless with just one sentence. Was it trying to deliberately piss me off?

"You can't die! What will happen to my love if you die?" the rooster said with great concern. It seemed that his life or death was not important; his love was the most important thing.

What the hell? Can't this chicken even talk? Can't it even speak? Can't it care if I live or die? Don't maggots have any rights?

I am a life too, okay...

I'm so frustrated I could cry.