Chapter 2 - The Forest...

  It had been three days since he had been here. No matter how far he went, the trees seemed never-ending. He has not seen any other living things besides the strange-looking rabbit. He was sure of one thing, though. This wasn't earth, nor was it a dream or the afterlife. It was another world, and he was sure of it.

  A cave he found while wandering in the forest acted as his shelter. with no survival skills whatsoever, that’s all he could do. For a weak p**** 27-year-old man, it was pretty amazing that he had managed to survive for a whole three days. The human spirit was really something.

  Everything else was pretty earthlike aside from one thing, the magic. He couldn't stop thinking about that day—the day fire had come out of his hand. It felt warm yet it didn't burn him. He has been trying to recreate it, but every single time only sparks came out.

  He closed his eyes, focusing on Warm throughout his body. All he had to do was let the warm sensation he was experiencing flow out through his fingertips.

  At twenty-seven, Ima was trying to do magic naked in a forest located in another world. Well, at least his d*** wasn't hanging loose in the air. After all, he had no d*** at all to begin with ever since he came to this world. Just like his disappointment with his d*** size, he failed once more to recreate the magic.

  His missing d*** wasn't the only thing that had changed. Begone his bown, curly short hair instead he had waist-length pin straight, soft, and lucious black hair. Maybe whoever had sent him here had planned on making him a girl and simply forgot to give him a p****.

  It definitely wasn’t a “hey, I’ve been turned into a girl” situation because he still looked like a guy. At least, mostly. But where the heck had his d*** gone? Did he have a new one coming soon? Was that how it worked in this weird universe?

  He sighed and looked down at his bare body. "Seriously? What is this, a cosmic prank?"

  At least his wish had come true. There was no way for him to pee himself in public ever again now, but he still had a butthole.

  His mornings consisted of scavenging for fruits for breakfast, which he was currently on his way for. His feet ached so much it felt as though he had been walking on a stone-paved trail from America to China from walking barefoot.

  He soon reached his usual fruit-picking spot, a dense bushland with ripe fruits on every bush.

  All though he had been having diarrhea from eating so much fiber. It was his only choice since his hunting skills were zero and his magical success was also zero. It was way better than starving. He began picking at the bushes, shoving berries into his mouth like an orc who hadn't eaten in days. Eating was the sole focus of his mind. He was so focused that he hadn't sensed the thing creeping up behind him.

  He froze. Turning back wasn’t an option, he knew he shouldn’t. And then—instinct took over. He ran. A gigantic snake, reminiscent of a Titanoboa, lunged towards him but miissed. Its massive form crashed through the trees, but it swiftly rovered immediatly, spotting the fleeing Ima.

  He ran as quickly as he could. The run was causing his body to heat up. Beads of sweat trickled rapidly down his forehead. His shoulders collided with several trees, resulting in immense shoulder pain and causing him to slow down significantly. His legs, heart, and shoulders burned. He could feel his body getting tired. He was running out of breath.

  Ima was never a runner, yet he found himself running for his life from a gigantic snake monster. Then *humm* He was swallowed up whole, like a chick giving a guy head. Well, at least it didn't have teeth, or else it would have crushed his nonexistent d***.

  The snake's throat was large enough, so he wasn't actually suffocating. But he was running out of oxygen at the speed of sound. When he realized he had no way out, he felt hopelessness slamming down on him like a massive dump truck, and like the p**** he always was, he began to cry uncontrollably like a baby.

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  Fear and hopelessness dominated his entire being, then he felt a familiar feeling. The feeling he felt when that rabbit monster attacked him on his first day here. He raised his palm to the ceiling of the snake's body. He put his entire soul into it.

  Then the warm feeling came back again. He could feel the energy exiting his palm. Once again, the familiar fire squirted out of his palm, something he could never do to a girl because he never had any hoes to make squirt for him. A hole burned through the snake. It had stopped moving. a beam of light shown through, he reached his arms out the hole, lifting up his body.

  The first breath of air was the most divine thing he had ever experienced. It felt absolutely liberating. He quickly climbed out of the snake. The saliva from inside the snake coated his body from head to toe, making him feel cold, and he stank like dead fish.

  He realized he was in a part of the forest he hadn't been to before. He strolled aimlessly, hoping luck would lead him to safety. Then he heard distant muttering, which became louder as he approached.

  Four men. All covered in black cloaks, their faces hidden as if hiding the truth of the universe.

  said.

  Interesting. He understood what they were saying despite never having heard their language. His eyes lit up. Ima had a good idea—better than all ideas he has ever had. He planned to follow the men, he thought they might lead him to civilization if he followed them.

  He moved as quietly as possible, taking care not to make any noise. He was feeling anxious. The men appeared suspicious. He was worried about following them to some assassin hideout or whatever. Despite this, he continued to follow them.

  After what seemed like an eternity, he followed them to what appeared to be a little city, which actually was a city. Ima stood at the edge of the city, hidden among the trees. His breath was ragged, and his body was still coated in the thick, slimy residue of the snake’s insides. He could feel the weight of it—sticky, cold, and nauseating—but his mind was elsewhere.

  He watched the backs of the men as they disappeared inside. The city had a gate. He sighed as he saw how tall and imposing it was, with guards watching over the city. “How am I going to get in? I'm naked, slimy, and smelly.”

  He felt exhausted and disappointed. He had wanted to reach civilization as quickly as possible, but things do not always go as planned. He sighed. The idea of sneaking past them was out of the question. They were trained soldiers and were probably too sharp and too aware of their surroundings. But there was a different angle he hadn’t considered—a distraction. As he looked around him, his mind raced. There had to be something—anything that could cause a disruption, enough to divert the guards' attention. His eyes darted around, scanning the landscape. He saw nothing obvious. But then a thought struck him.

  The forest was covered in weird, unfamiliar plants, and he saw a patch of tall, dry grass near the edge of the road that led to the gate. The wind was picking up, the air shifting as the gusts picked up speed. If he could somehow ignite the grass, it would create a massive distraction. The guards would be forced to deal with the fire while the travelers made their way inside, and he could slip in behind them without being seen.

  His mind raced.

  He glanced down at his palms. “Magic! I have magic!” Now he knew exactly how hed get in.

  “I'm going to start a forest fire.”

  He felt the familiar warmth return to his hand once again. He gazed at the grass and closed his eyes to concentrate. All he needed to do was set the grass ablaze to distract the guard.

  The fire he managed to light was small. But it was enough to light up the grass. The fire quickly spread, and he hurried to leave the area to hide and find an opportunity to sneak into the city. It was a risky plan, but that’s all he managed to come up with.

  The flames spread fast, their golden glow flickering against the daylight. The guard cursed, shouting for help as he ran toward the fire, his back now turned. It was his chance to pass through unseen.

  Ima wasted no time, darting towards the city gates, which were left half open by the distracted guards. The sound of his feet was muffled by the crackling fire as he got closer and closer to the looming city gates. He was almost there. One mistake and it would all be over.

  He kept moving, his heart pounding in his ears. If he hesitated, even for a second, someone would notice. And if they caught him—he didn’t even want to think about that. Ima reached the outer walls. He pressed himself against the rough stone, waiting for the right moment.

  He slipped inside, keeping low. The moment he stepped onto the cobbled streets, a wave of noise and movement crashed around him. Vendors called out, carts rumbled past, and the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air.

  No one seemed to notice him—at least not immediately. Then came the stares. The whispers. A child pointed. A woman gasped. Someone let out a sharp, startled laugh.

  He really wanted to die, and he would do so now if he could. He quickly found an alley and hid, hoping no one had noticed he was missing his genitals. He needed clothes and definitely needed a shower since his smell got worse by the minute.

  It was killing him. The alley was narrow and dark, a welcome respite from the stares and whispers of the streets. Ima pressed himself against the stone wall, his face burning with embarrassment. He tried to steady his breathing, but the frantic pulse of his heart wouldn’t stop.