Assassin Crow Evolution

Jimmy died on his way to work.

One moment he was riding his bicycle through the city. The next, he had a broken neck, a crow's beak in his eye, and quickly after, he embraced an eternal slumber.

His slumber was not eternal after all.

Jimmy woke up trapped inside an egg. Confused, blind, and several IQ points poorer than usual, he soon discovered that he had been reborn as a crow.

As if that wasn't strange enough, a system found him shortly after.

The Crow Evolution System.

Promising limitless evolutionary paths, and enough tasks to make him question whether he had really escaped his old job, the system offered him a chance to become something greater.

A crow could evolve into countless things. Faster, stronger, larger, and even stranger creatures, like the Cockatrice, or the common Basilisk, for example. The possibilities seemed endless, stunning!

However, Jimmy only cared about one thing; The Assassin Crow.

A predator of the skies.

A creature of stealth, speed, and precision.

The sort of bird that could drop from the blue skies and leave nothing behind except a torn up carcass. Reaching that point of evolutionary superiority, however, was not easy.

First, he had to survive being a hatchling.

Then he had to survive the ordinary monsters. A hassle for a bird his size.

After that came the mages, bearing elemental magic or otherwise.

The legendary beasts, as their name suggested, have eaten heroes for breakfast. Assassin Crows didn't even come into the equation, and yet he had to face them sooner or later.

To make matters worse, the world itself was far stranger than Jimmy initially realized. Crows carried weapons through the skies, hinting that he wasn't the only bird practicing to be an assassin. Creatures far larger than common beasts roamed beyond the safety of civilization, each of them different, and more dangerous than the other, even if they weren't legendary beasts per-se.

With that said, evolution was not merely a privilege, it was a necessity, and he was late to the race. If he was to become a somebody, he had to put some work in to catch up.

One day, Jimmy might stand at the peak of evolution. Or, he could die. The future was inherently unpredictable.

First things first, however, he had to stop taking naps every five minutes.

That part turned out to be more difficult than he anticipated.