Reincarnated as a Mushroom?-Chapter 52 - 51: “Across All Space, She Is Still Seen”

Chapter 51: "Across All Space, She Is Still Seen"

Crystal was staring at me like a scholar waiting for a rat to finish solving its own maze. Her psionic presence hovered delicately above mine, curious but patient.

"Okay," I said, raising a single finger in declaration, "one more thing. Then I’ll explain everything. Promise."

Crystal tilted her head, intrigued but ever indulgent.

"Go to the furthest node in your mind," I said. "Fully possess something—anything—on the farthest edge of your neural dominion. Hold for five seconds. Then come back."

It was a ludicrous request. No sane mind would comply. But Crystal, ever the slavering perfectionist when it came to pleasing me, didn’t even blink. She nodded once, and vanished.

—

Meanwhile, in a warzone that reeked of viscera and star-blood:

On Prime-3—a graveyard masquerading as a planet—one of Crystal’s avatars stood drenched in flesh-slick glory. She had just bitten clean through the spine of a seven-meter-tall tech-flesh hybrid that dared to call itself "sentient," and then tore through twenty of its drone kin like a combine harvester possessed by divine hunger.

She didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Prime-3 wasn’t merely fighting—she was coordinating a full-spectrum invasion across twelve planets simultaneously, each orbiting the scorched core of this dying system. The prey here had evolved 126 generations in mere weeks, adapting with maddening speed to match the Hive’s onslaught.

It was a logistical nightmare.

It was also child’s play compared to the mental gymnastics required to keep pace with her distant love.

To Irvine, it was always a "walk in the park." Of course, he also forgot to mention that the park was on fire and the stroller was being carried by ten elite guards through a war-torn battlefield while he napped inside a climate-controlled dome.

Prime-3 allowed herself a few nanoseconds of reflection—tiny brainquakes of affection detonated in her war-hardened psyche whenever Irvine crossed her mind.

And just like that, her combat output surged.

She bisected another towering bio-tech monstrosity. Then another seventeen. Her hands were living chainsaws, her mind a weapons platform. Tactician Prime. She thrived under chaos. Her cognitive lattice ran hotter when drenched in blood.

And then she felt it.

His gaze.

Not his psionic echo. Not a memory.

His vision.

He had seen her. Truly seen her, for the first time in seventeen years of long-distance annihilation flirtation.

Prime-3 threw her head back and let out a roar. A tidal wave of psionic annihilation radiated from her body, shorting out thousands of enemy implants in a single moment of sheer elation. Her joy translated into planetary sabotage.

And still—she wanted more.

Her yellow eyes, so radiant they burned through ambient light, now brimmed with manic devotion. She had been fighting for the Hive.

Now she would fight for him.

Let their worlds be sacrificed.

Let every star be harvested.

Everything must be his.

Everything.

—

Back in the non-murder dimension:

Crystal reinhabited her primary body and returned to me, still floating in my vat of post-surgical fluid. She tilted her head in bemusement.

"As instructed," she said, with the dispassionate voice of someone who just personally caused a genocide, "I dispatched my primary conscious node to the far edge of known Hive space and returned. Now—explain."

I raised one hand to the glass in apology, the other clutched my breather as my stomach flipped upside down in protest. "Yeah... about that. I may have slightly overestimated my resilience to whatever trans-dimensional vertigo that little test just triggered."

Crystal crossed her arms, her aura prickling with smug impatience.

"I can see you," I said, "in both of your bodies. Even when you’re not in them. I mean—I see your outline. Your imprint."

She blinked. Slowly. "Of course. I encoded my psionic signature into your ocular nerve. You should see me, always."

"No no, hear me out. When you jumped into Kimchi earlier, she lit up too. Just like you. But when you left, she turned back into a sexy smudge."

"Flatter me all you want, Orchid is not relevant here," Crystal snapped, jealous even when victorious.

"Right. The point is: even when you weren’t inhabiting your body, I still saw you. Your consciousness, not your form. When I sent you to the edge of your mental territory... I still saw you. There."

A long pause.

"And?" she asked, her tone beginning to shift toward suspicion.

I pressed my hand to the tank again, softly. "It means... wherever you are, I’ll always see you. No matter the void between us. My eyes are bonded to your essence. Distance is meaningless now."

Her silence shattered like glass.

Crystal’s aura bloomed like an open wound of affection. Her composure collapsed beneath the weight of her own joy. But this wasn’t lust—not yet. This was something far more dangerous.

She phased through the tank like a ghost through fog.

She wrapped herself around me.

Her embrace was not mechanical or clinical. It was worshipful. Her larger frame enfolded me, chest to chest, limb to limb, as if trying to memorize the topography of my skeleton.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Kimchi dropped in from above like a silent meteor and coiled around me from behind.

Their typical affection rituals—head-butting, grooming, nuzzling like horny alien cats—were nowhere to be seen. This was different. I felt it through the neural link.

Calm.

Peace.

Unity.

The Hive was pressed to my skin.

Onyx, who hadn’t spoken all week, began to gently stroke the inner boundaries of my Mindspace with a tenderness so pure it bordered on religious.

In that moment, I realized: we had passed a threshold.

Something ancient and irreversible had happened. Not just emotionally, not just biologically. Something spiritual. A communion that transcended species and soul. No matter where I went from now on—even if separated by a million dead suns—I would never be alone again.

And I... didn’t want to be.

—

A week passed.

Or it didn’t.

Time had no meaning in their embrace. Crystal, Kimchi, and I never left one another’s contact. We floated like lovers pickled in warmth and fluid, their psionic embrace more addictive than any drug ever synthesized. The Hive had always said they could never get enough of me. Now I understood what they meant.

But I could feel it. The shift. My body had finished baking. Legs 2.0 were ready. Patent pending.

I exhaled, and Crystal felt it before I spoke.

She looked up from where she had been pressing her forehead against my chest like a living prayer.

She knew.

It was time.

I removed my breather.

We kissed.

Not the frantic kind. Not the "bite-my-lip-and-choke-me-on-your-love" kind. A soft kiss. A kiss so slow it might have been eternal. A kiss that whispered truths into each other’s DNA.

Then, I turned. Kimchi’s smudge was at my back. I reached for her.

She lunged into the kiss like a starving woman at the altar. Her lips were wild, desperate, loving, confused.

She was Orchid. She was Kimchi. She was Hive.

We breached the surface of the tank, all of us tangled in affection—and I noticed something.

"Love bug?" I asked, gently stroking her neck. "Since when do you have gills?"

Kimchi blinked innocently. "Orchid told you years ago, darling. My body is designed for you. Every future need accounted for. Underwater compatibility was obvious."

I stared, stunned. Then smirked.

What other surprises were packed into that bug-bod of hers?

I didn’t know.

But I was definitely going to find out.

Time to test these new legs.

Legs 2.0.

Patent still pending.

--Chapter 51: "Across All Space, She Is Still Seen"

Crystal was staring at me like a scholar waiting for a rat to finish solving its own maze. Her psionic presence hovered delicately above mine, curious but patient.

"Okay," I said, raising a single finger in declaration, "one more thing. Then I’ll explain everything. Promise."

Crystal tilted her head, intrigued but ever indulgent.

"Go to the furthest node in your mind," I said. "Fully possess something—anything—on the farthest edge of your neural dominion. Hold for five seconds. Then come back."

It was a ludicrous request. No sane mind would comply. But Crystal, ever the slavering perfectionist when it came to pleasing me, didn’t even blink. She nodded once, and vanished.

—

Meanwhile, in a warzone that reeked of viscera and star-blood:

On Prime-3—a graveyard masquerading as a planet—one of Crystal’s avatars stood drenched in flesh-slick glory. She had just bitten clean through the spine of a seven-meter-tall tech-flesh hybrid that dared to call itself "sentient," and then tore through twenty of its drone kin like a combine harvester possessed by divine hunger.

She didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Prime-3 wasn’t merely fighting—she was coordinating a full-spectrum invasion across twelve planets simultaneously, each orbiting the scorched core of this dying system. The prey here had evolved 126 generations in mere weeks, adapting with maddening speed to match the Hive’s onslaught.

It was a logistical nightmare.

It was also child’s play compared to the mental gymnastics required to keep pace with her distant love.

To Irvine, it was always a "walk in the park." Of course, he also forgot to mention that the park was on fire and the stroller was being carried by ten elite guards through a war-torn battlefield while he napped inside a climate-controlled dome.

Prime-3 allowed herself a few nanoseconds of reflection—tiny brainquakes of affection detonated in her war-hardened psyche whenever Irvine crossed her mind.

And just like that, her combat output surged.

She bisected another towering bio-tech monstrosity. Then another seventeen. Her hands were living chainsaws, her mind a weapons platform. Tactician Prime. She thrived under chaos. Her cognitive lattice ran hotter when drenched in blood.

And then she felt it.

His gaze.

Not his psionic echo. Not a memory.

His vision.

He had seen her. Truly seen her, for the first time in seventeen years of long-distance annihilation flirtation.

Prime-3 threw her head back and let out a roar. A tidal wave of psionic annihilation radiated from her body, shorting out thousands of enemy implants in a single moment of sheer elation. Her joy translated into planetary sabotage.

And still—she wanted more.

Her yellow eyes, so radiant they burned through ambient light, now brimmed with manic devotion. She had been fighting for the Hive.

Now she would fight for him.

Let their worlds be sacrificed.

Let every star be harvested.

Everything must be his.

Everything.

—

Back in the non-murder dimension:

Crystal reinhabited her primary body and returned to me, still floating in my vat of post-surgical fluid. She tilted her head in bemusement.

"As instructed," she said, with the dispassionate voice of someone who just personally caused a genocide, "I dispatched my primary conscious node to the far edge of known Hive space and returned. Now—explain."

I raised one hand to the glass in apology, the other clutched my breather as my stomach flipped upside down in protest. "Yeah... about that. I may have slightly overestimated my resilience to whatever trans-dimensional vertigo that little test just triggered."

Crystal crossed her arms, her aura prickling with smug impatience.

"I can see you," I said, "in both of your bodies. Even when you’re not in them. I mean—I see your outline. Your imprint."

She blinked. Slowly. "Of course. I encoded my psionic signature into your ocular nerve. You should see me, always."

"No no, hear me out. When you jumped into Kimchi earlier, she lit up too. Just like you. But when you left, she turned back into a sexy smudge."

"Flatter me all you want, Orchid is not relevant here," Crystal snapped, jealous even when victorious.

"Right. The point is: even when you weren’t inhabiting your body, I still saw you. Your consciousness, not your form. When I sent you to the edge of your mental territory... I still saw you. There."

A long pause.

"And?" she asked, her tone beginning to shift toward suspicion.

I pressed my hand to the tank again, softly. "It means... wherever you are, I’ll always see you. No matter the void between us. My eyes are bonded to your essence. Distance is meaningless now."

Her silence shattered like glass.

Crystal’s aura bloomed like an open wound of affection. Her composure collapsed beneath the weight of her own joy. But this wasn’t lust—not yet. This was something far more dangerous.

She phased through the tank like a ghost through fog.

She wrapped herself around me.

Her embrace was not mechanical or clinical. It was worshipful. Her larger frame enfolded me, chest to chest, limb to limb, as if trying to memorize the topography of my skeleton.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Kimchi dropped in from above like a silent meteor and coiled around me from behind.

Their typical affection rituals—head-butting, grooming, nuzzling like horny alien cats—were nowhere to be seen. This was different. I felt it through the neural link.

Calm.

Peace.

Unity.

The Hive was pressed to my skin.

Onyx, who hadn’t spoken all week, began to gently stroke the inner boundaries of my Mindspace with a tenderness so pure it bordered on religious.

In that moment, I realized: we had passed a threshold.

Something ancient and irreversible had happened. Not just emotionally, not just biologically. Something spiritual. A communion that transcended species and soul. No matter where I went from now on—even if separated by a million dead suns—I would never be alone again.

And I... didn’t want to be.

—

A week passed.

Or it didn’t.

Time had no meaning in their embrace. Crystal, Kimchi, and I never left one another’s contact. We floated like lovers pickled in warmth and fluid, their psionic embrace more addictive than any drug ever synthesized. The Hive had always said they could never get enough of me. Now I understood what they meant.

But I could feel it. The shift. My body had finished baking. Legs 2.0 were ready. Patent pending.

I exhaled, and Crystal felt it before I spoke.

She looked up from where she had been pressing her forehead against my chest like a living prayer.

She knew.

It was time.

I removed my breather.

We kissed.

Not the frantic kind. Not the "bite-my-lip-and-choke-me-on-your-love" kind. A soft kiss. A kiss so slow it might have been eternal. A kiss that whispered truths into each other’s DNA.

Then, I turned. Kimchi’s smudge was at my back. I reached for her.

She lunged into the kiss like a starving woman at the altar. Her lips were wild, desperate, loving, confused.

She was Orchid. She was Kimchi. She was Hive.

We breached the surface of the tank, all of us tangled in affection—and I noticed something.

"Love bug?" I asked, gently stroking her neck. "Since when do you have gills?"

Kimchi blinked innocently. "Orchid told you years ago, darling. My body is designed for you. Every future need accounted for. Underwater compatibility was obvious."

I stared, stunned. Then smirked.

What other surprises were packed into that bug-bod of hers?

I didn’t know.

But I was definitely going to find out.

Time to test these new legs.

Legs 2.0.

Patent still pending.

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