Hello author here. This chapter is shorter because I wanted to rush the weekly quota. I will spend the weekend working on this so it doesn't happen again. Please comment any criticism or join the discord it will be in the authors thoughts section.
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I awoke lying flat on my back on a wet, rough and cold stone surface.
Rough? Wet? Cold? These words mean I can feel. "I can feel!!!"
I jumped and stood up quickly and looked down at my legs. What I found was different from what I used to have in my old world.
My skin is pale. My legs are shorter, defined and strong but had the color of porcelain. They were no longer dark like I was used to before.
Did I just change skin tones and gain strength. If that's the only changes I'd be lucky considering how mad that guy online was at me.
Me being lucky would be a shock considering my track record of bad luck.
"My skin is pale and my legs are strong.. my body is stronger.. most likely because of the guy that I pissed off."
I raised my hand and squeezed it into a fist. Testing my new strength. "Is this strength good or bad?"
Will this strength purely help me achieve my goals or will it bring me more trouble than help?
I shook my head and dispelled the deep and currently unimportant thoughts from my head.
"What matters now is finding out where I am and getting out."
I looked around the area I was in and recorded my observations in my head.
The new place was cramped, dark and smelly. It has tight and old stone walls and ceilings that felt longer than any jail cell walls.
The walls and ceiling made a dome shape that connected together. The smell clung to the walls so wherever I am is very old.
"Could I be underground?" That would make the most sense given how walls look. Only question after that would be how deep I am.
"I could be in a sewer or a underground bunker and one is extremely worse than the other depending on what world I was sent to."
I could be in a fantasy world with magic, elves, vampires and more. I could be in a world of grounded reality similar to my own.
My world…. Can I still call it that? I'm removed from it and unable to look in. I am by all means locked out.
My mother.. what will she think about my death and disappearance? Will she miss me or be happy that I am gone?
I know she loved me but maybe I was a bigger burden than I thought. I was an adult at home wasting my life arguing online while others were out their parents house living.
I hope she hates me and moves on quickly. Forgetting about me and moving on with her life would be best for her.
I hope my violent death doesn't haunt her. It was terrifying to experience so I'm sure it's horrifying to see the aftermath.
It's the complete opposite of when I was sent here. Both were experiences that sent to new places but both were massively different.
The change to here felt instant and painless but was gradual. I was somewhere new. Dark and smelly but atleast its new.
I should have been blind completely due to the dark. I should have had to press against the walls to feel my way out but I didn't need to do that.
I felt aware more than I ever have been before. I felt every second that the cold and stale air touched my skin.
I smelled many scents in the air. Smoke, fire, old blood and something else. Something that stirred something inside me with need.
I felt something inside my body and near my hips quiver in need. That feeling of need and want of consumption showed itself on the outside of my body.
My whole body shivered with need and desired. I drooled and released large amounts of water.
I chewed the air as if a invisible feast was waved in front of me and only a few inches away. I snapped back to my senses and recoiled from the smell and took a step back.
"Any smell that gives me such a craving and is accompanied by the other smells cannot be good."
I looked down again at my body and realized that the changes i feel may have a deeper meaning.
"My new body is not as simple as a upgrade.. that's plain to see." Not suprised considering why I'm here.
"No matter what I must get out of this room or place." I can't afford to be distracted by hunger.
I reached for my nose to cover and somehow block the smell but it didn't work. My senses were too enhanced for it to work and the smell refused to be ignored.
The smell had slippery and dexterous hands that had a way of reaching and entering my nose. I dropped my hands as they were useless in blocking out the smell.
I looked at the direction the main smell came from while speaking. "If I can't block it out then I might as well follow it to see where it will take me."
I spoke with reckless confidence and a smile. "What's the worst that can happen and if I can't avoid it I'll follow it."
Unknown to me my smile grew wild and my teeth showed in it like a predators. "No matter what happens I'm sure it'll be fun unlike any I've had before."
I started walking to the direction of the smell with light and sure steps. Following the smell and to find out what new world I am in.