Chapter 197
"Ahhh… my head, my body, they ache." Jim mumbled as his eyes slowly flicked open. His hand crept onto his face, trying to touch his head, but when his fingers brushed against his skin, something felt off.
Click!
"Huh? Why does my skin feel rough?" he muttered, blinking rapidly as his vision cleared.
When he looked down, his heart skipped a beat — his hands were covered in scales, rough and uneven, gleaming faintly under the dim light. His fingers had transformed into sharp, claw-like appendages.
"What the fuck?!" Jim shouted, panic flooding his chest as he frantically touched his face, feeling the same scaly texture spread across his skin.
"After so many hours, you're awake."
The calm voice came from his side, causing Jim to spin around. There, sitting on a wooden chair with an almost bored expression, was Max.
