He was back in his body in the room. She told him that the day was coming and that he should go back and escape.

  He was thinking about the stuff she explained to him.

  But this was useless since he didn't have any idea about his nature.

  He was worried that he might inherit the original body's nature, but she assured him it wouldn't happen.

  She would tell him more while running away.

  He stood up. It was dawn now, and enough light was coming in to see inside.

  His face wrinkled in disgust.

  There were around seven bodies—none of them with limbs or heads attached. He could not find any of them lying anywhere in the room.

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  The floor was covered in dried blood.

  The woman he was raping was the same. He wasn't even sure that she was truly a woman, since her breasts were missing—as if a wild animal had ripped them off.

  He rubbed his mouth with his palm instinctively, and sure enough, he saw blood on it.

  "What type of animal did I transmigrate into?" he thought.

  He wanted to puke but couldn't. Surprisingly, he didn't feel much even after seeing such stuff and realizing that human flesh was in his stomach.

  The woman told him she would explain his new body to him afterward.

  Shaking his head, he looked at the groin.

  There was a huge cut, mimicking a woman's reproductive organ. Perhaps the original guy cut her up further to widen her, or maybe it was a man and he had cut out his organ.

  He closed his eyes.

  It was disgusting, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. It was the original soul's work—why should he be thinking about it?

  Looking around, he found a bunch of old clothes. This family was poor and thus became easy targets.

  He found a window. Taking one last look at the bodies, he jumped through it.

  The door opened to an alley with people living there, and as he passed through, there would be whispers that he was a bad guy.

  Why would a strange man come through a house where he clearly did not live?

  He navigated through the forest behind and joined a busy street leading to the main market.

  Right now he was in a big village with no name. There were a bunch of villages surrounding it, and all of them shared the same market.

  The streets were packed with people.

  They all walked quite strangely, as if their bodies were rigid. All of them looked malnourished.

  Many of them had pickaxes with them.

  "Where am I?" he asked the woman in his head.

  "Just keep following these people with pickaxes. I will explain the world to you," she answered.

  He nodded and started to follow them.

  They were walking slowly, and he was thankful since it gave him more time to understand.