My name is Demon Thirteen, and I'm a locust demon. I've roamed the north and roamed the south, and on the railroad tracks I've laid... Ever since the new world began, I've been eating, eating, eating, eating, eating. I ate all the way, all the way, evolving all the way and getting stronger all the way.

Until one day.

I suddenly found myself thinking: why do I eat?

An hour later, my growling stomach gave me the answer. If I want to survive, I have to eat.

After I lost a fight to a fat locust and saw how much it ate every day, I had another answer. If I want to get stronger, I have to eat.

Eating keeps me alive and keeps making me stronger.

I've eaten countless things. Rocks, dog crap, wild animals, bugs, tree bark, fruit, humans, and my own kind too. While I ate, bit by bit I came to understand a lot of things I hadn't understood before. A few times I got stronger without knowing why, the kind of enlightenment that comes overnight.

We locusts soared over endless mountains and dense forests, finishing one place and moving on to eat the next.

I don't remember us ever running into a human army, but I do remember eating a lot of people. Once I flew southwest with the locust army to a ruin where humans used to live. Oh, you call it Wuhan.

Wuhan had a lot of humans.

I ate a lot of them.

I saw human intelligence for myself. They use weapons. They're weak and strong at the same time. But in the end we hunted a lot of them down, and they became food, and the rest ran away. Humans call us locusts lowly insects. What gives them the right? I don't think I'm any weaker than a human!

Demon Bighead loves human knowledge. It has real nerve, and it saved my life once.

It says eating a lot of human brains can raise my intelligence.

I like brains.

I have a brain, and it's changing. Demon Bighead told me so.…