I wake up to the sensation of looking in all directions. I turn a vision inward, my eyes are closed. Only two eyes. Thankfully. Spider eyesight was crap. But why do I have skeleton sight, shouldn't that be my other attention. There was no response. I have all the senses. It's like after I lost all my etchings. Cept now I have both sights. Except skeleton sight seems to have acquired additional eyes. I wonder if it's because it didn't benefit from wider vision. Damn skill won't level until my vision is clear. Focus, I need to open my real eyes. Skeleton vision is grey. I need color. Focus on my eyes and they open, finally color.

  Okay there is more color then I remember. What was plain yellow and murk browns now has violets that I have never seen before. I can see more wavelengths. It's trippy. It's a bit too much visual stimuli and I close my eyes again. Damn it, I just got them open too. I take a breath and open one eye with a squint. I ease myself into it. Alright that's fine, a little wider. Alright the other, good. Alright back to trippy vision. Still blurry. Time to assess more.

  I pat my waist. Yep scales. I follow them to where my breasts are, verging on b-cup territory, a far cry from mom. Seems I have a boob window. The better to attract mates I suppose. You know this would be easier without the robe in the way. I look around and of course I'm still alone. Sigh, now I'm just depressing myself. I pull off my robe and holy shit. The scales are ultraviolet. I love them. I fear others might see pink though.

  My waist is fully covered, no more belly button. The scales go up my sternum, my back is mostly covered as well except at the shoulders, there is a row that goes up the back of my neck to my hairline. I really do have a boob window. Seems any place that isn't a joint has scales. Forearms, upper arms but only the top, the underside is still skin. Weird. Top of the leg, none on first knee, more scales until second knee, scales, then third knee, then ankle…Why do I have three knees on one leg…my foot has fingers...no my foot is a hand. Okay calm down. Calm down. I cup my face with all four of my hands. Then I scream. Why, why do I need such flexibility subconscious? Breathe. Breathe. This is a lot. I look back down at my legs. My hips are huge, my underwear torn, I feel like I should have noticed that first. Like I was twenty-four inch slim hip girl waiting for puberty to do a better job and now it feels like it's almost twice that. Actually, overall I feel bigger. Female spiders are generally bigger than males. I shudder.

  I just want to weave a nest and hide forever. That was a bizarre thought. My taint nubs twitch. What…the…fuck. I move my new appendages again under what remains of my underwear. Eight of them. All past my vagina, towards my anus. They make my silk. I know how to make so many types of silk. My head aches at the instincts. My legs bow as my foot hands first remove the tatters of my underwear and then pull some soft threads. They weave it without even having to think about it. Who ever I mate with is going to have to be very very understanding or very into it.

  I start idly weaving cloth as I think. So my legs have three knee joints and hands for feet so that I can manipulate my, I shudder, eight spinnerets that are located at my perineum. Is that what taint actual not crude name is? My hips have expanded ridiculously to give more room for my additions. I cut off the thread and held up the cloth I made. It's soft. I try to pull it apart, it stretches some but it's strong. Just like that, I can't not want this. I bend my body to look at my new appendages. Cat flexibility. It looks so bizarre. I should be horrified, but it's just me. My souls warms at that. Shit. I fold my spinnerets down. The interlock into a smooth configuration. Seems underwear won't be an issue. Both in wearing and procuring. My body is beyond weird.

  Fine, no going around showing my legs. I lay them out flat. It seems the upper and lower knees lock. The scales seamlessly connect to hide the joint. Looking at the underside of the leg has a patch of skin. No creases though. Can't see them unless I forcefully bend them. I walk around in the fluorescent murk. So just like legs until I want to use them. Fine subconscious you win. The silk is too soft not to have. My soul vibrates at my concession. I sit back down on the hydra. I bring my two new hands up. The claws are still there but smaller. I think in this case it will help manipulate my threads.

  I look down at the hydra I slain. My left foothand gouges a portion of the meat. My right cuts my forehand palm. It slowly heals as I watch. I have to remove the scab that forms several times until I feel light headed.

  You have gained [Resist Cut] Basic 4

  Gain 1 exp

  I eat the meat. The light headedness clears. So the original idea worked. I can generate blood from eating. The blood scabbing over so quickly is nice as well. Time to go through my notifications. Huh, my stats stopped at two hundred. The stats already above didn't grow at all. Does [Vampire] obey system stat thresholds? I'm in no rush. Let's look at these notifications.

  200 Strength Minor Boon

  Gain the skill Desperate Strength

  You have gained the skill [Desperate Strength] Basic 1

  Desperate Strength - the ability to use your strength without those pesky mental limiters that prevent injury

  Basic - no limiter on your muscles when you get emotional enough

  Gain 1 exp

  I hope I never have to use that. It just sounds painful. Also emotional enough? I feel like I am being talked down to.

  200 Constitution Minor Boon

  Able to double the resistance of two type of Constitution Resist skill

  Just like mental fortitude. I put in resist heat.

  200 Presence Minor Boon

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  All auras are twice as large now.

  I shudder, wait shouldn't my pariah aura be crushing me…It's still in me. Think, why. It's two separate auras. Each one is effectively being countered. System quirk. Still more notifications. The soul etch that has made me officially bizarre. Not a monster, my status screen still says Chimera. I do need to get better control when I am in combat though. Like a battle serenity skill or something. Maybe a mental compel to be calm. Two more notifications.

  The skill [Parallel Mind] became [Two Separate Minds] Basic 1

  Two Separate Minds - now there are two of you, so far

  Basic - your just a baby hydra, cept with one head, the other you is asleep

  Gain 1 exp

  Is it too late to undo any changes? I look to my outer soul layer. The etches are gone. As I accepted myself they smoothed out. I can not see any new ones. I yawn. Oh system other me is going to freak. I need a plan.

  I drag the hydra corpse to more solid land. I start spinning a nest while I gouge out pieces of the hydra to fuel the webs. This was easier before…but I'm fine brain, this is fine. I don't plan on making nests all the time. Four limbs is fine. I write a message to my new other me, my sister? A yawn escapes my lips again. I need to hurry. I climb into my freshly made hammock and close my eyes.

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  Oh system, I blacked out and a spider must have dragged me into its webs. I twist and turn till I fall out. I land on the ground with a thud. Why am I naked? I see writing carved in the dirt.

  Hi sister, I guess. We ate that hydra and now Parallel mind is Two Separate Minds. So hi check your skills. Also don't freak out. I already accepted our soul etchings and the good news is we can make spider silk. The bad news is your body bigger cause spider females are bigger then spider males, and like you have spinnerets where your pera peri taint was. Oh and you have like two extra knees per leg and hand feet. Oh and your skeleton eyes are spider skeleton eyes. Take your time opening your regular eyes, we can see more lightwave lengths. Super trippy. So hi again. Hope to level the skill soon so we can talk.

  Why the hell did I accept having my taint replaced by spinnerets. I flex the spinnerets down there and shudder. I look at my hand feet. I reach up and feel the cocoon my…sister? left me in. That is soft. Okay now I know why. It takes a bit but I get my eyes open. That is so trippy. I take a moment and I find I can review my memories. So not exactly like the hydra. She is such a dunce. She should have known that the swap would have been near instant and didn't need to make the nest.

  So two OS using the same hard drive. I can access her memories. Our memories. It feels like me until she woke up, then the memory feels separate. I can't think of her as me. It's like remembering from soul eating. Do we call ourselves different names? Who gets the Sara name…no I think we both are Sara. Our name is Sara Maxwell Magdeline. Our soul warms at that. Acceptance. Ha, now she can get to wake up to me accepting something.

  I click my tongue and it feels like I have swollen glands in my mouth. I feel my mouth with my tongue, four glands, one to each fang. She missed a change. I grab a piece of meat from the hydra using my left leg and bite into it mentally thinking about releasing my venom. The meat dissolves. A bit touches my skin and it burns, I quickly flush the area in the mire water.

  You have gained the skill [Resist Venom] Basic 1

  Resist Venom - the ability to resist venom injections

  Basic - Hey did you know, your venom is highly corrosive

  Gain 1 exp

  Great…I sigh. That really hurt. I cycle some life magic to fix the wound.

  I would head back but I think it's best to wait until she wakes back up. She will panic the first swap over just like I did. I go collect my robe and wring it out. I'd work on water magic but I think new underwear is a better idea. I start working on my silk once again with some venom training.

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  You have gained [Two Separate Minds] Basic 2

  Gain 1 exp

  I open my eyes and find myself perched looking at the ground. Oh sister left me a note.

  Hey I accepted that we together constitute being Sara Maxwell Magdeline. Our soul agreed. Also we can review our memories. I just wanted to point out that it was my decision. Sorry I was being petty and you don't deserve that. So review our memories and start walking back. Spoilers, I made us comfy underwear.

  It is comfy. She must have been bored, I see multiple attempts at bras. She ended up making us a camisole instead. I take a moment to review our memories. Alright, ya, we are Sara. Yep, I did miss that we have venom now. Mother would laugh at our impractical changes. I get the whole feeling she was on about us forming separate memories.

  It's going to get crowded in here, isn't it? I grab the bag she made for us. It has been imbued to be brown and the thread coarser. It has the hydra fangs in it. I'm a 24 hour Sara mart with two employees, looking to hire more. Except there are twenty-five hours a day in this world, and no concept of overtime. I start walking back before I realize I need illusions for my feet. Stepping on my own feet thumb reminded me. The robe is rather tight. Maybe I should buy a needle. Sister struggled with making my underwear because of the lack.

  System, I feel like I passed the half ton mark. I flick my scale. It rings like my hair. Damn, I need to figure out a lighter metal.

  I look up, it's midday.

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  “Been missing a few days, Mourns, also you smell.”

  Tell me about it. I hope I can get the swamp smell out this evening. She doesn't mention any of my other changes. Either she doesn't care or she doesn't bother giving my form that much of her attention. I start pulling out the fangs.

  “You actually found one? The higher ranks are going to be sore that a nobody got it first.” She gets to gathering my pay.

  You gained the title Voiceless Tier 3 Adventurer

  Voiceless Tier 3 Adventurer - Gives off an aura of worthlessness. You are part of an international organization, can read contracts and have demonstrated a better than average survival rate. Complete requests and hunts to grow in fame and glory. Three additional Presence level and Six additional Soul when leveling up.

  What?

  “That's nine small gold and ten contribution. Congrats on qualifying for tier three.”

  “But I should be only at fifteen contributions.”

  She shrugs, “Party that brought in some dungeon hydra blood said you deserved five contribution and this four small gold, five large silver.”

  She pushes more money towards me.

  “I refuse, I was only hired as a porter and I didn't even finish the job.”

  “Well I don't give a fuck about you taking the gold, but I already confirmed the title change so tough shit, Mourns.”

  I glare at her. She doesn't care.

  You have gained [Horror Aura] Basic 3

  Gain 1 exp

  Shit, it changed again. Where was that notification? I turn off the aura seeing the receptionist whipping her head frantically about, pale as my silk threads. Okay, no more bullying people. You hear me sister, we feel bad afterwards. I grab two small gold from my pile.

  “Sorry, Um can you place my seven small gold into my bank account.”

  “Ya..a, She who Mourns, I can do that.”

  She moves the rest of the gold off the counter. I head out to find my shed's landlord.