Transmigrated into Everia: A Realm of Chaos

The whole crowd surged around Jake like bees, their faces all blurring together like raindrops as he felt his life flashing before his very eyes.

He was so tense and distraught as he relayed himself with the countless bodies. His mind just kept on reeling from the sequence of disasters that had befallen him in just a day.

In just a day!

First, he lost his dream life game to his silly friends. A game that he had spent years working on. Secondly, he died. He died in an accident and transmigrated into a freaking strange world.

But jeez! Who could have thought that that was only the beginning?

That more freaky things were yet to come his way?

Now, he was a victim of kind to a brutal slave trade, forced to march alongside with some hopeless captives. And to make matters worse, the only person he thought was a friend had suddenly vanished into thin air.

Just like that!

"Could things even get any worse?" Jake whispered to himself. A hint of frustration weaving on his face.

The people in the line kept on wandering towards his direction as the slave masters ordered them.

The slave masters barked orders, and the line of captives shuffled forward, heading towards a desolate region that was pockmarked with some kind of caves and holes.

With their ugly faces that were painted with skeletal designs…..they herded the skinny captive like animals, pushing and prodding them, as if they were some trucks.

They beat them with their whips, punched them with fists and kicked them at their butts. The worst of it, they would slice off your head if you messed up.

'Shit!'

"Where's Mia?" Jake whispered to himself, desperation clearly creeping in his nerves.

"Hey you!"

A voice cut through the chaos, making Jake's heart skip a beat. He turned and looked towards the direction of the sound and damn! It was one of those skeleton-faced men that bellowed at him.

Actually, there were three. Although, the three of them seemed to be discussing something, maybe something about him.

Their gazes had been stalking him, their grotesque hands pointing at him. He didn't know why, but jeez!

Nothing good could come of it. He was sure.

He was also very sure that he had been quiet all this while. He hadn't screamed, cried or even yelled out. So, why the hell was he called?

"I'm talking to you, snail." the man roared again, his voice was laced with malice, as he took a menacing step forward.

"Snail? Seriously?" Jake's eyes narrowed as he heard them call him snail….

What kind of insult was that? Was everyone around here cursed with a penchant for creative insults? Huh?

Jake questioned himself as he beheld the guy's massive frame walking closer. His features suddenly seemed to be twisting into a grotesque scowl. The man really looked bigger as he came closer and fuck! He didn't look so human at all!

Although he had human features, like the hands and legs, it was his ears that truly caught his attention–so slim, pointed, and it was utterly inhuman.

His features were really different from that of a human, although he had some similarities. His ears looked so slender and pointed upwards like those ones in fairytale movies. Also, his nose looked like umm… Jeez! Really don't know what it looked like but fuck! It didn't look human at all.

What kind of being is…..

"I'm talking to you and you dare keep me waiting?" his voice shattered Jake's reverie, making him flinch a bit.

His tone was so harsh and his face almost seemed like it would soon tear apart if Jake said something stupid.

But he did anyway….

He forced a smile, hoping to placate the beast in him.

"Umm... sorry, man. I answered you, actually. I just didn't want to scream it so loud, so... you know, you wouldn't have to slice my head off."

He giggled.

The man looked at him with shock. His face went purpling with rage as he lurked his eyes with his. Was he kidding?

Jake spoke back at him without even a sense of fear. What made him more furious was the fact that he was smiling, it just fueled his anger the more. Was he joking here?

"How dare you?" he thundered at him, his massive hand closing around Jake's neck like a vice.

"Aghhh!"

"Aghhh"

Jake choked out as his feet left the ground. The man lifted him with so much ease, his legs went flailing wildly like a puppet on a string.

"Hey! Please, put me down! I didn't even insult you!" Jake begged, but the man's grip only tightened the more.

"Shut up, brat!" he roared at him, increasing the momentum with his hands as his fingers dug deeper into his neck.

"You think you can play smart here? Tonight, I'll skin you alive and feed you to the birds!"

Jake's eyes widened in terror. He swallowed hard as the man's words resounded in his head. Skinning his body to the birds? If there was a metaphor for that, it definitely meant death. Jeez!

And fighting back wasn't an option here. He was a weakling. Even with this heavyweight champion body of his. He knew it was still hopeless. He had no idea how to defend himself, how to throw a punch or land a kick.

All of that was wonderful but damn! He was completely useless with it. He couldn't do that! He was a weakling, and he knew it more than anyone.

'Alright Jake, you're smart. You got this. Think something, something smart, not stupid. Jeez! Jake, just think! Think, think, think, think something!'

He silently pleaded, his eyes getting screwed shut out of concentration due to the tension.

The pain from the man's grip was so suffocating, but Jake somehow forced himself to focus.

A normal human couldn't lift a 250-pound man with one hand, could they? The man's strength was really unnatural, his hands were just like vice grips that refused to relent despite the time spent.

Jake's eyes suddenly snapped open again, a spark of realization seems to be igniting within him.

'This man, is it a man? I'm not sure. So, this creature isn't human. And that knowledge might just be the key to my survival.' Jake pondered.

"What are you thinking? Planning to run?" the man sneered at him, looking at him menacingly. Jake shrugged, a mischievous glint flashing through his eye as he gazed at him.

"Nah, I mean, if I wanted to run, would you let me?" He posed a ridiculous question to him.

"Of course not! Why would I?" The man snorted.

"Because, you're a man. And a man shouldn't be afraid when his fellow man is running."

"What?"

"Unless you want to keep proving how scared you are of me... by chasing me." Jake pressed on, his tone was clearly dripping with sarcasm. His trick seems to be working and the guy was clearly falling for it…..

"Awhh?" The man asked in confusion, he was so confused with the puzzle that Jake was smashing on him.

Jake's grin turned creepy.

"Look, dude, the only way you can prove you're a man–and not a lady–is by putting me down and watching me run. How's that?"

The man's grip on Jake's neck suddenly faltered, his eyes widening in surprise at it. He dropped Jake to the floor, his mouth hanging open in amazement at it. It actually felt like a spell was cast on him. Guess, Jake's trick worked!

For a moment, he felt stupid for doing that, but then his expression shifted to one of pride. By dropping Jake, he wasn't scared. He had just proven his manhood. That was it!

Jake's legs hit the floor with a thud, and he stumbled back, gasping for air. He held a tree behind to stable himself. And then, he dusted himself off, trying to smooth out his tattered clothes. Although, they were still stained with the mud sand.

Jake sauntered up to the giant, a goofy grin was still plastered on his creepy face. How he summoned such courage still remains a mystery to him. He was such a genius.

"Congrats, bro! You're now officially a man!" He extended a hand, and to his very surprise, the moron reciprocated the handshake. He actually thought the giant guy would grab his hand and smash him on the floor. But damm! The guy was so dummy too.

He took a step back, his eyes were darting towards the other slave masters as well. Although, they were busy hauling some massive looking stones now. They were doing that, to cover the holes, preparing for any impending rain ahead.

Jake continued to back away, one slow step at a time.

The giant guy was just there, watching him like a slug, he was still wearing that awkward smile. Maybe he was basking in his newfound masculinity; feeling like a man now. Such a jerk!

Jake seized the opportunity, turned around, and boom! He zoomed off.