CHAPTER 15………………………………………
âBuuung, buuuung.
A raucous noise echoed from the trees.
A beehive larger than a human head clung to a branch, endlessly spilling out bees. Each one was about the size of my fingerâterrifying and disgusting in its own way.
Beesâback then, they were creatures I absolutely loathed.
I used to scream the moment one came near, terrified of being stung. But now that I had become a magical beast, I was surprisingly able to stay calm even when bees clung to my body.
That was because Iâd realized something: no matter how much they jabbed me with their stingers, I couldnât feel a thing.
It seemed the name ratel, the honey badger, wasnât just for show. Strong resistance to poison and thick skin rendered their stings completely useless.
âHey now, hold still.
Still, their sheer numbers were a bit of a hassle. When I brought the blue crystal lying on the ground closer, the bees panicked and retreated.
Those that didnât flee from the crystalâs glow, I smacked away with my palm. Then, calmly, I aimed the egg in my hand.
A sturdy egg that wouldnât crack easily. And of course, I was throwing it at the beehive hanging from the branch.
Iâd already failed several times, but if I kept throwing, it was bound to hit eventually.
The sweet scent wafting from inside that hive made me determined to taste honey no matter what. Honey was high in sugar, which meant high in caloriesâa great energy source.
âCome on, hit it this time. The left hand is just for support.â
With the feel of throwing a basketball, I hurled the egg. It traced a parabola through the air toward the hiveâ
Thud.
The hive fell to the ground.
âBuuuuung!
In that instant, a terrifying number of bees poured out of the shattered hive. Even knowing their stingers couldnât hurt me, their sheer volume was enough to make me flinch.
But instead of swarming me, they gathered together and disappeared somewhere far away. Maybe they were escorting their queen to build a new home.
âSorry for wrecking your house.â
As someone whoâd once had his own home destroyed, I felt an odd pang of guilt.
âBut hey, itâs survival. What can you do?â
I picked up the fallen hive. When I cracked it open with my claw, a golden, viscous liquid spilled out freely.
Having skipped both breakfast and lunch, I instinctively stuck out my tongue and licked up the honey.
Already worn down by fatigue and stress, this sweetness was an irresistible temptation. Occasionally, larvae from inside the hive caught on my tongue.
âWasnât this supposed to be super high-protein?â
Eating insects still made me hesitate a bit. But if I wanted to grow stronger, I couldnât afford to be picky.
This forest was home to monstrous creaturesâgiant wolves, dinosaur-like beasts.
To survive, I had no choice but to eat well and become stronger than them.
ăYou have gained experience points.ă
Once Iâd cleaned out the hive completely, welcome text appeared. It seemed experience could increase even without killing large creatures.
âSo what level am I now?â
At my thought, text displaying my information flooded my vision.
Race: Magical Beast lv. 7
Strength: 25
Agility: 19
Endurance: 26
Skills: ăOmnivoreăăSturdy ClawsăăStealth MovementăăInfrasoundă
Because Iâd been eating whatever I could all day, my level had climbed to 7 before I knew it.
My strength, agility, and endurance were all far higher than when Iâd first been born.
But I wasnât satisfied.
Those wolves and dinosaurs were at least several times stronger than me.
I didnât know for sure, but if I had to guess their levels, maybe somewhere between 20 and 30. That was just speculationâthey could be even higher.
âEat a lot, sleep well, get stronger.â
It sounded like a childrenâs slogan from a newly founded country, but there didnât seem to be a more effective way to level up.
âAnd I want to get more of these skills.â
To raise my level, I needed to hunt and eat. That was how Iâd steadily grow stronger.
As for gaining skills, it seemed I had to accomplish something called an âachievement.â
My sharp claws that had even wounded the wolf Kubilaiâthose were probably thanks to the Sturdy Claws skill.
âSkills can be a huge variable. Letâs unlock as many achievements as possible and get more.â
But there was no guidebook or internet to look things up, so I had no idea what the achievements actually were.
So I started wildly shaking my body, dancing, whistlingâexpanding my range of actions.
Since I didnât know which actions might be tied to achievements, I tried everything that came to mind.
If someone had seen me, they probably wouldâve thought a crazed beast was roaming the forest. Even I felt secondhand embarrassment about it.
Maybe my pitiful efforts paid off, because text appeared before my eyes.
ăAchievement âFlashy Movementsâ has been completed.ă
ăAs a reward, you have obtained the skill ăCourtship Danceă.ă
âHmm.â
Courtship Dance⊠That was a pretty ambiguous skill.
Did it activate by dancing?
It wasnât what Iâd expected, but getting a skill was still something to be happy about.
I kept up my bizarre movements in case other actions triggered achievements, but even after half a day, nothing else appeared.
Finding another stream was nothing short of luck.
Since the attacks by the wolf and the dinosaur had happened farther south, I headed north to avoid them.
After walking for some time, I heard the sound of rushing water.
Thirsty, I followed the sound and found a streamâor maybe a small riverâflowing before me.
âIs it safe to drink?â
Unlike the clear stream from before, this water was murky, tinged with pale brown sediment.
As I hesitated, a horned rabbit appeared in the distance, plunged its face into the stream, and drank.
âGuess itâs fine.â
I drank the slightly unpleasant water, wishing I had a glass or plastic bottle.
Even my limited knowledge told me Iâd need some kind of cylinder to make a simple filter.
âNo point whining about what I donât have.â
That was when the water suddenly churned violently. At the same time, a huge splash eruptedâ
âKiiieeek!
âWhat now?â
A monstrous shape burst from the water, snatched the drinking horned rabbit in its jaws, and leisurely vanished back beneath the surface.
It was a sudden ambush. I sighed in relief that it hadnât been me.
âCanât even drink water in peace.â
Iâd had my fill for now, so I moved away from the riverbank before I could be attacked too.
âCrocodiles in streams, giant wolves, dinosaurs⊠what kind of forest is this place?â
ăDemonic Realm: Primordial Nestă
Text appearedânothing surprising anymore. I waved my hand to dismiss it, then looked up at the tallest tree nearby.
A pillar as thick as a giant sequoia soared skyward, its height impossible to gauge.
I buried the egg and blue crystal carefully at the base of the tree so no one could steal them.
Then I shook my whole body, stretched thoroughly, even checked the sharpness of my clawsâbefore slowly starting to climb.
Rather than guessing from ominous words like Demonic Realm or Primordial Nest, I felt itâd be better to see this world with my own eyes.
Crunch. Scrape.
I dug my claws into the bark and kept climbing.
Perhaps because Iâd gone quite high, the ground already felt distant.
A gust of wind whooshed past, chilling my cheeks.
I hadnât noticed from below, but up here, even a small breeze made the tree sway dangerously, as if it might snap at any moment.
âStill⊠a tree this thick wonât break, right?â
Suppressing my fear, I kept climbing.
Finally, near the top, I turned my head and looked out upon the world Iâd been reborn into.
âMy god.
No other words came to mind. An endless sea of green stretched beyond sight, enough to make my eyes ache.
Only faraway pale mountain ridges shimmered faintly white.
âWhat kind of forest is this big?â
A green horizonâa sea of trees. There was no better description. I turned to look the other way.
And nearly lost my grip and fell.
I gaped, sucking in a sharp breath.
When humans witness overwhelming natural sceneryâcosmic, awe-inspiringâtheyâre forced to realize just how small and fragile they are.
It seemed that even being born as a magical beast didnât change that.
What captured my gaze was a colossal tree towering at the center of the forest.
The giant sequoia I was climbing easily reached dozens of metersâbut compared to that tree, it looked like an ant, or a straw.
Its size and thickness openly defied perspective. The sheer, majestic enormity sent chills racing down my spine.
Everything I knew about physics and natural law shattered. Once again, I felt deep in my bones that this was a world completely separate from Earth.
âThe World TreeâŠ?â
I thought of the mythical tree said to support the world and the cosmos. With my limited imagination, nothing else fit.
âThis world is far stranger than I imagined. Dinosaurs were nothing.â
I shook my head hard, as if resetting the brain hardened by twenty years of life. From now on, Iâd need to think more flexibly.
Judging by that treeâs presence, even winged dragons or Godzilla wouldnât feel out of place here.
My legs trembling, I climbed back down the way Iâd come.
Climbing up was easy. Going down was actually harderâa trivial detail, but true.
Rustle, rustle.
As I descended, I noticed a strange beast at the base of the tree.
Like me earlier, it was digging frantically with its front paws. And that spot was exactly where Iâd buried the egg and blue crystal.
âHey! Stop stealing other peopleâs stuff!
I shouted loudly, trying to scare it off. Only then did it lift its head and look up the tree.
Black eyes, dark fur forming bruise-like patches around them, with a mostly brown body. Roughly my sizeâa small to medium beast.
âGrrr?
It perked up its ears and tilted its head. That oddly cute gesture gave me a sense of déjà vu. It felt familiar.
I instinctively realized what it was.
âThis thing is a Demigrass Raccoon.â
I didnât have much information on the beasts of this world, and something raccoon-like really only pointed to one option.
It studied me briefly, then resumed digging.
Soon, the soft glow of the blue crystal shone through the dirt pile.
âGrrr. Grrr.
Holding up the blue crystal with both arms, the creature grinned broadly.
I scowled deeply and shouted.
âHey! Thatâs mine!
I jumped down from the tree. Iâd leapt from a bit too high in my haste, so my legs tingled painfully, but it was bearable.
I bared my fangs and puffed up my fur at it.
âEven if you canât talk, you shouldnât steal other peopleâs stuff!
âWhat are you saying? Once somethingâs buried in the ground, thereâs no yours or mine. Whoever picks it up first owns it.
ââŠHuh?
The unexpected voice hit me like a blow to the back of the head. Iâd never imagined a raccoon talking.
Then again, the wolf and dinosaur had talked tooâso why not a raccoon?
But those two had felt like transcendent divine or demonic beasts, so Iâd unconsciously accepted it.
If I had to compare them to PokĂ©mon or Digimon, theyâd be Mega or Ultimate evolutions.
This raccoon, thoughâno matter how I looked at it, it reeked of the same low-tier mob energy as me. That was why it shocked me so much.
The raccoon picked up the egg on the ground as well and said confidently,
âItâs in my hands now. That means itâs mine.


