"Big bro Max, is this actually you?"
When Toraman placed his hand on my shoulder, it covered my entire back, but there is a massive issue with his voice. Actually, it isn't just his voice, there's a complete irregularity with his accent. His thick backwoods drawl reeking of stale beef jerky now sounds like someone born and raised right in the heart of downtown.
"It's me, Rimel. I'm logged straight into Toraman's physical vessel!"
The mechanic behind the pillar of energy that crashed down from the sky just revealed itself. Judging by my incredibly slim waist, my significantly shorter height compared to my previous state, and the specific gear currently equipped in my hands, I've spawned straight into Rimel's body too.
I turned to the others with a desperate gaze. Who is stationed where, which consciousness is operating inside which physical vessel is unknown. It's a lottery, or rather, a scratch-off ticket situation.
"Wow, my nephew, so this is what it feels like to be you, huh!"
