stomach, with some invisible force constantly pulling it taught and rearranging it. But just as noticeable was the burning sens

grooves, folds, and metallic points. What was he wearing exactly? The initial shock from the pain had subsided considerably at this point, and it was only now that Alex began to realize that he

elings from before were now all contextualized when he saw the layers of leather and cloth. Most of which was bla

ilar to what he had before. It was several shades lighter than what he had, and more importantly, it looked absolutely frail. The white skin was practically clinging onto

greater amount of energy than it should have. It was like lifting a small weight and the highe

’, and the full realization of his current situa

ame was—may not have put him in a warzone, but this was hardly any better. His stomach still felt like it was ty

n illness? Or did this body have some other condition tha

arve to death, right? He suggested foraging or

ze. There was grass, trees, and sunlight filtering through the branches. The wind was making a pleasant

eeper than what he was used to, rougher as well. Although that last part w

him that it was likely to his person at one point. Could he call this body “his” person? He only woke up just now, and as far he knew, that was the extent of his existence in this world. So if his body existed be

food and water as quickly as possible. Things like making shelter, finding civilization, and determining his location would all have to wait because of how his ‘new transfer’ effect will only last a day. If

t all, lest they turn out to be dangerous and kill him off in his weakened state

recognized as his, he felt a thrill of accomplishment run through him when he touched his first tree trunk. A paltry achievement, but to him it served as confirmation that he could walk, a bare minimum requirement

of any considerable size. Drawing his knife to grip it firmly in his hand, he barely registered the sound

he looked like a maniac. Thin limbs, darkly dress, and grippi

ce of what looked like a chipmunk with large ears and he tripped over his own feet when he tried to get it. He even lunged at mole creature with glowing eyes, and all he got in r

t even seen another living creature. If they weren’t avoiding him before due to his h

ed basically nothing in terms of sustenance. No, if he was going to eat some stationary thing, it needed to be something else. Like fruit, o

nal the arrival of a new bud. The tree bases were littl

t to poke and prod the white cap. He didn’t know much about fungi. But if

underneath the cap, no sweet or acrid smell to attract things, no odd spots to signify disease....it looked rather plain

It’s not like he would die within the next few hours.....and he was really hungry. The pain from before came to the

derably after a moment, as if it was relieved to finally have something to digest. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close

o maybe this one was similar? Sadly, there was only a handful of flowering weeds near him, and now his mouth was beginning to overflow with saliva at the mere thought that something near him might be edible. He ate a

ng to make their way back underground. Some looked like a cross between mealworms and magots, their white ext

ith eating

man. But he found himself caring less and less the more his stomach began to feel like it was being

is little patch of holes and uprooted plants. He didn’t have a particula

dense foliage and follow it. When he saw the flowing steam, he wasted barely any time in approaching it. Doing a brief scan to search

he found himself growing even happier as the moisture moved past his dry lips. He could have sat on that bank

tever he was wearing would dry on its own, he found himself slowly wading into the water before, i

saw his f

cumstances. Black hair, blue eyes, and a small scar on his cheek were his more distinct features. Tentatively bringi

, but it certainly better than being stuck in a body that had an ugly face. Especially if it looked

’t think he did, given his previous performance, but it would be helpful

beginning to take form, and before he was finished blinking to get rid of what he thought was a trick of th

g to compare them too, but one thing was clear: his wisdom stat was his highest. Sitting at the plump number of 20, this value stood well above the rest. The second highest stat was his constitution, and that sat at a 14. But far more important were the modifiers. With a fe

interact with or UI status symbols that he can interpret. But it was mostly clear aside from a small sectio

d at the

eez

his hands up and turning around, his s

, the woman was situated with a battle stance on the bank with hatred in her eyes.