———
For a moment, there was darkness, then the world brightened around him.
Before he could even comprehend the scene in front of him, his feet hit something and his head fell onto the ground.
"What?"
His vision blurred as he fell onto something soft.
After recovering from the fall he raised his head slowly.
'A body.'
The body of a fat guy, obviously dead.
The sight before him did not disgust him in anyway.
Rather, he was more surprised at how he was still alive.
'After that truck hit me, I thought I was dead.'
In fact, after the truck had hit him, he had thought and hoped he was going to die. The hospital bill would make sure he would have wished he was dead, and he still had that debt.
But somehow he had woken up, that too in a place that didn't resemble the hospital in anyway.
'Is this reincarnation?'
He thought when he looked around.
'No, reminds me more of transmigration.'
If he remember correctly, if he reincarnated he would have to start all over from the beginning.
He shook his head to get the thought of.
'Regardless, I should focus on why I'm here.'
He slowly stood up and looked around.
"...."
He was in a forest.
But that wasn't the worst part, surrounding him were multiple corpses, each one of them was dead.
"Shit?"
He murmured.
How did so many dead bodies end up in one place?
He raised his hands up and stared at them, half expecting it to be covered with blood.
However, it wasn't, instead he was missing two fingers....
He didn't whether to curse or laugh in this situation.
"Damn it."
In the end he only mutter these words.
It didn't take him too long to realize what was happening:
There was a predator in here, and it was hunting for it's prey.
As soon as he came to that realization, he turned on his heels and ran.
The body he inhabited wasn't sprawled on the ground dead, he was standing. Not dead. Alive.
That meant that whatever had killed the rest of the people—the corpses sprawled on the ground, was still here, and was coming for him.
Then, there was also the fact that although two of his fingers were cut off, yet he felt no pain from it.
'It almost like I haven't assimilated with this body, either that or something along those lines.'
The trees loomed above him, blocking out the sun.
"I can't tell whether I'm leaving this place or I'm going further into the—"
His body was tossed like a rag doll by the unknown force. He skidded across the ground like a pebble skipping on water, only stopping when he hit the tree.
"I knew it."
He was hit in his side, he was sure of that due to the dull pain that was left there.
Unintentionally, he coughed up blood.
He quickly got back onto his feet.
His eyes darted around the surrounding.
"Do you know something?"
He heard a voice.
Instantly he turned his head in the direction of the voice.
But there was no one there.
"Raven, when I was tasked with killing you, I knew it wouldn't be any easy job."
A branch snapped in the opposite direction, and he quickly turned his head there too.
There was nothing this time as well.
"After all, how could anyone except me to kill you when you were surrounded by over 100 others, if I even managed to kill you, there was a chance someone would see me."
The voice rested in one spot now.
"So, when I left to ease myself, I shot myself with a fake bullet and made it look like I had been killed by a student. Then you all began killing yourselve—"
"Do you like the sound of your own voice or something? I don't care about any of what you did to create this scenario."
He interrupted.
'So Raven now?'
From Kyle to Raven.
The only good that came from this talk was that he found out about his name.
'And this guy is trying to kill me too?'
With just one kick the man had sent flying like a skipping stone, he was 100% sure that he would lose in a one-on-one confrontation.
'So I'm going to die again, huh.'
A second death.
"So impatient...."
The man said as he pulled something out.
"You're lucky I don't want your blood to spill on me, otherwise I would kill you with my fists."
The man said.
'Definitely someone who likes to listen to his own voice, or at least can't keep his mouth shut without telling 10 people of what he's about to do next.'
The people that wanted him dead—or the former owner of the body he now possessed, were really desperate to hire this guy.
He seemed like the kind of person who had already told his plan to ten people already.
He refocused on the man.
Just then the man vanished.
His legs gave way as he fell onto his knees.
Something cold was pointed at his head.
A Glock.
"Do you have something to say before you die? Perhaps some last words?"
"Nah."
"Good, then let me continue. I knew that when all of you had thought I had died, you would be wary of one another, thinking anyone could have killed me.
And it became much more desperate for you all considering that you didn't know how to leave. Not only that, but since this place had been cleared of its monsters you all would have no choice but to resort to cannibalism.
Luckily, I knew you all would result to it otherwise one of you would have eaten my body—"
"Just kill me already."
He had no chance of escaping.
This man was stronger than him, and he could not win. Escape was impossible.
So it was better if he didn't have to listen to this monologue.
"...."
The man was left silent.
Bang—!
He pulled the trigger.
And Raven's body fell to the ground.