by Immortal Couch Potato
I used to be a man. Now, I’m a very confused, very squishy piece of jelly. It started with a desperate attempt to write a "hook" for my web novel. Instead, I got a literal hole in the sky, a high-stakes interdimensional war, and a transformation into a translucent blob of slime. I don't have hands. I don't have feet. I barely have a face. All I have is a sharp sense of logic, a very sassy internal monologue, and a "wife" who is actually a powerful, trapped goddess who thinks I’m her long-lost hero. Between surviving the predatory "Lava Hounds" of the wild, navigating the complexities of "Universal Laws," and trying not to be eaten by anything with teeth, I have one goal: Get my human body back. I just have to figure out how to do it without being dissolved by a river, roasted by a phoenix, or driven insane by Maya’s constant demands for "soul-strengthening" training.
