I opened my eyes.
When I ca to, I was lying on a patch of grass under the shade of a tree.
Sitting up, I had a look around.
I was in the middle of a forest. The trees were pretty big, but I could see the dark blue sky easily in the many breaks in the canopy.
Through one particularly large break, I could see the peak of a large mountain. I repeatedly blinked, confirming and reconfirming what I could see surrounding that peak.
...For so reason I could see the stars even though it was the day.
...For so reason there were three suns, each a different colour.
...For suns, they weren't that bright. I was forced to squint, but I didn't get bright spots in my eyes for looking directly at them.
Still, it was a strange feeling to see a red, green, and blue sun rather than a single yellow sun.
As weird as it was, such a thing was a minor point for right now. It was much more important for to get my bearings.
The last thing I rembered was confirming the form entry in that weird office after slipping out of that strange line.
(That's right! I reincarnated!)
I quickly looked down to confirm my new body, but my excitent was quickly washed away with confusion.
The view as I tried to look down at my hands was pretty alien to . The various shapes and sizes didn't match up with anything I was used to. My hands were tiny, and my limbs were slender. On top of that, it looked a bit like soone stuck their butt in front of , but at an impossible angle.
A quick glance around confird that I was alone, so I raised my hands and grabbed hold of the bulbous mounds that were blocking my sight.
I could feel my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I squeezed.
My mind reeled. This feeling that was foreign to was clearly being transmitted to my brain.
Hoping against hope, I put a hand between my legs and felt around, but that last desperate wish was shattered when a completely alien sensation started to signal my brain.
No longer having the energy to keep myself propped up, I flop back down onto my back and stare at the sky.
Now that I was looking at it more properly, the sky was strangely dark looking. It was more of a dark blue with so splotches of colour here and there, along with all the stars and three suns. It was hard to imagine it was the midday sky, but everything below that suggested it was so.
The vegetation around didn't look too different from Earth, but the sky, and of course my own body was.
I looked at my own hands. They were tiny and so frail looking. My arms were like sticks. It wasn't like there wasn't any at on them, but even the bones underneath were small. My fingers overlapped when I wrapped them around my wrist. I couldn't do that before. They wouldn't even touch.
There was so much I didn't know about myself or this world.
No, in a sense, I didn't know anything yet. It was possible almost all my knowledge and common sense didn't apply in this world. There wasn't anyone around to help either, so I was stuck figuring it all out on my own.
Being dropped into the wilderness with nothing to my na, I had to start with survival in mind.
Rather, I didn't even have a na, now that I thought about it. I could certainly use the na from my last life, but considering how much changed about , it didn't feel right.
Well, my na didn't matter if I didn't have anyone to call by.
I dug into my mories, and found so stale, half-baked knowledge about survival that I picked up randomly online at so point.
"When it cos to survival in the wilderness, always keep the rules of three in mind" I mumbled to myself.
The cute, high pitched voice that reached my ears made my back itch. It felt so unnatural for such a sound to co out of my mouth, but I had to get used to that.
(The rules of three state that you can only survive for three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, three weeks without food, and three months without hope)
Well, I was breathing fine, so I had already cleared the first step. The second was my next concern. Shelter didn't refer to a structure hide in, but rather sothing to generally protect yourself from the elents. In other words, clothes. Sothing I was really lacking in.
I looked at my bare skin and sighed. If I was looking at this body from the third person, I'd have been pretty excited, but the first person perspective ruined it for .
The three hours without shelter most likely referred to suffering from exposure and freezing to death, but I wasn't cold in the slightest. The environnt didn't feel particularly warm, but I didn't feel cold despite that. Even still, I did want to protect my dignity at least, even if nobody was around to strip of my modesty.
After that, water was next on the list, and food after that. There was no harm in looking for all three at the sa ti, but it was important to properly prioritize.
With that thought in my mind, I quickly rose up, and almost ca crashing down just as fast.
My centre of gravity had drastically changed, making it more difficult to stay balanced. Not only that, but my legs were further apart than in my last life, making my steps awkward.
To think simply standing was so difficult in a new body. I wondered how much of that was attributed to my differing sex and how much was simply because it was a new body.
I took a few careful steps to confirm my new balance before taking a look around.
There really wasn't much remarkable about my surroundings. I was surrounded by trees, ferns and bushes grew scattered all around, with patches of grass marking where the light of the sun filtered through the broken canopy.
To my side, though, there was one thing that was out of place. Aside from myself, of course.
That was a flimsy piece of white sothing that didn't look natural at all.
I picked it up and had a glance, to reveal that it was that sheet of paper that I grabbed right before I was transported to this new world. The top of it was ripped off so my old portrait wasn't on it, nor was the first few settings.
The first line was torn, making it hard to read, but I made out the words [Sex: Female]. The entries below that were the appearance settings I went straight to after I selected my species. It was pretty obvious I skipped that line because my eyes were attracted by the options below it. To think I made such a blunder.
It made worried I had skipped over any other important information and I skimd through the form just in case. In the end, I didn't see anything else wrong. When it ca to oversight, that seed to be the only real blunder I had made back then, but it was a big one.
I didn't want to live out my second life as a woman, but it wasn't like I had a choice. I had no idea how to get back to that strange space aside from dying, and even if I succeeded, there was a high chance that I wouldn't be allowed to get all the things I wanted, like keeping my mories, or rembering my past, or especially preserving the knowledge of my previous lives. Not being able to be the sa sex as my previous life sucked, but it wasn't as bad as it could be, and it was only a matter of ti before I got used to it.
I scratched my head, but gave up thinking about it. Survival ca first, and the consequences of my mistake could be left until I t so of the locals.
Stepping away from the tree I arrived beside, I took the torn paper with . It was the sole physical nto I had of my previous life, even if it neither existed while I was alive, nor did it have any information regarding my old self, but I was reluctant to dispose of it, and leaving it for soone else to find was dangerous.
I folded the sheet and held it firmly in the palm of my left hand as I started to trek across the forest, careful with my steps. I was barefoot, so any little thing could cut my soles, limiting my ability to get around many-fold.
My balance was extrely unsteady, but the actual act of moving around was surprisingly easy. Either my new body was stronger than my old, or I was simply that much lighter. Or both. Most likely both. The last year especially I spent most my ti secluded indoors as I worked my failure of a project.
I couldn't help but keep touching my chest as it swayed. If anything, I was really starting to want sothing to hold it in place. I dreaded the idea of having to run while the pair of flesh globes bounced around trying to get to trip.
Frankly, it might've been because of my perspective, but they were big. Not as big as so other won I've seen, but way bigger than what I'd have liked on myself. Which was to say I wish I didn't have them in the first place, but that was nothing more than denying my reality.
The reason felt a bit different, but I did need to adhere to the second of the survival rule of threes.
With no particular goals, I headed towards the mountain I could see through the occasional break in the tree-line, the only distinct landmark I had.
As I walked, I admired everything around , staring at one new sight after the next.
The strange shapes of the bushes to the large trees that rivalled the tallest I've ever seen in pictures.
My feet frequently stopped. At first it was because I lost my balance while staring at sothing as I walked past it, but eventually it changed to just stopping to have a closer look at things. Sotis it was an oddly shaped leaf on the ground, or others it was a bug I've never seen before crawling or flying around.
This world was simply mysterious, and surprisingly beautiful. That thought was even more impressive considering that I was fundantally the indoor type in my last life. Maybe it was because I was happy with everything I could see from my computer monitor before, but here, where I had to physically move to see sothing, walking around and exploring was an exciting experience.
That said, I was worried about my ability to survive on my own. I had never taken any survival courses, and the closest thing I did was so outdoor activities during sumr camp as a kid. I did read so bits and pieces on the field online, but it was all fragntary, and hardly from reliable sources. Even more importantly, it was all knowledge from Earth. It was easily possible that none of it applied here, a world with three suns.
But there was nothing I could do but keep trying things until I find those that worked, and hence I kept walking. I picked up a rock and a strong looking stick for self defence. I didn't know if I was weak, but the stick took quite a bit of effort for to break to size. Hopefully it would work as a decent club. Hopefully I wouldn't have to find out.
As I continued to walk, I noticed that the suns were moving to my left in the sky, suggesting I was moving north. Or south, depending on what the standard orientation was in this world, if there was even a common consensus regarding it.
I was growing hungry as the hours passed, but it was hard to find anything. I had no knowledge regarding foraging for food, especially when it ca to figuring out if anything was edible or not. I tried sniffing a few fruit I found hanging in so of the trees, but they didn't sll very appetizing at all. Wary about eating sothing poisonous, I avoided them, but if I didn't find sothing to eat soon, I might be forced to gamble on it.
Suddenly, I slt blood in the air. The scent was surprisingly strong, and it was easy for to follow it.
There was barely a breeze blowing, so the sll probably wasn't coming from far away. But the strength of the scent probably ant that there must have been a lot of blood around. The worry that I was heading towards the scene of a slaughter was diminished by my hunger. The thought of fresh at almost made drool a bit.
I quickly moved from tree to tree, peeking out before each dash, trying to keep myself in cover as much as possible in case so great danger was responsible for the scent.
It wasn't long before I found the source of the sll, only to be greeted by a single small creature dancing around a small fire while holding the body of a bloody rabbit.
No matter where I looked, there weren't any other creatures nearby. My first reaction was annoyance that my initial reaction was so far off the mark, but it was quickly replaced by the thought that I had found an excellent opportunity.
The creature was humanoid, and was holding what looked like a rabbit in one hand and a simple spear in the other. It was pretty short and it's skin was moss green, and its face was ugly as all hell. It was entirely naked aside from a dirty loincloth that looked to be little more than old pelt hung around it's waist with string. It was yelling out while dancing in a circle. The yells didn't sound like intelligible words, and more like random animal howls.
It didn't look to be much more intelligent than a chimp.
All put together, it looked pretty much like that one fantasy monster: goblin. If my guess was right, then it was the cockroach of the fantasy world, aning that killing it was a good thing. There wasn't anything to feel bad about the act, or rather, I'd be doing the world a favour by doing so, and I'd get an easy al as a bonus.
With my mind made up, I threw the stone I was holding past the goblin. It sailed cleanly through the air and thumped hard against the ground.
The green stubbie dropped the rabbit and looked towards the sound, holding it's spear in both hands.
At the sa ti, I jumped out of my hiding spot behind a tree and dashed at the goblin. A few seconds late, the monster noticed the sound of my footsteps rushing towards it and turned to look my way.
"Hyaaah!"
I yelled out as I swung my stick with all my strength, doing my best to ignore how cute my yell sounded.
The goblin turned it's body to try to intercept my attack, but it was too late, and the blunt end of my stick smacked it clean in the forehead, knocking it down to the grown with pure force.
Hardly without any hesitation, I raised my improvised club and swung it again, impacting it against the goblin's skull. And again, and again.
By the ti I stopped, it's head was clearly caved in, and any residual twitching had nothing to do with it's ability to fight back.
I fell onto my butt as I breathed heavily. It was the first ti in both lives I've ever killed sothing bigger than a bug.
Despite that, it didn't feel as bad as I feared it might. I wasn't sure if I was inclined towards such a way of life in the first place, or I was more desperate than I realized and that just made it easier for to throw away any previous inhibitions than I would otherwise.
The sll of blood was stronger than ever, and I could even tell the difference between the rabbit's blood and the goblin's blood.
Unexpectedly, it did nothing but stimulate my appetite even further, so without further ado, I took the goblin's spear and used it to cut open the rabbit.
The rabbit was a bit bigger than anything I've ever seen on Earth, but what really made it stand apart was it's incisor. In particular the top ones. They were much bigger and sharper than what rabbits normally had. It reminded of the pictures of beavers I've seen before.
Frankly, they looked pretty dangerous for sothing that people normally associate with cute. It was a reminder that my common sense didn't work in this world.
I took the goblin's spear and used it to cut the animal open. The spearhead was made of stone, chipped into a pair of edges, and kept in place with so sort of string. The basic design was the sa as those primitive spears often found in museums.
This, combined with the fact that it was wearing clothes, even if it was just a loincloth, compared to , who was naked and wielded nothing but a broken branch, made cry a bit on the inside. A fantasy cockroach was living a more civilized life than I had managed since coming to this world.
I, a human, the species of tool makers was beaten at that very act by a goblin.
(Wait, homo sapian ant wise man. Homo hablis was the handy man. By that logic, humans aren't defined by their ability to create and use tools, but their ability to use their heads)
I satisfied myself with those thoughts and continued to skin and cut up the rabbit.
Once I was done and lay the cut chunks of at on top of the flayed hide, I went around and gathered small sticks and used them to spear the at and stuck them near the fire the goblin had been dancing around.
Frankly speaking, the sll of the cooking at wasn't that appetizing, and I couldn't help but keep checking to see if I had burned any of it or not. Instead of a nice roast or barbecue, it slled like just burnt at to . Maybe it was because there wasn't any seasoning, or maybe that was the nature of this rabbit?
After a short while, and constant checking, I removed a fully cooked piece of rabbit at and bit in.
End result: it was terrible.
It was sinewy and tasted like wet plaster, or at least what I imagined such a thing tasted like. I forced myself to chew the at, but the juices that ca out just made it worse.
In the end, I forced myself to swallow it, but even the feeling of the lump going down my throat felt bad. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd get sick eating sothing that tasted so terrible.
Just looking at the rest of the cooked at made groan and I just turned my back to the fire.
By accident, I ended up turning towards the goblin corpse. Without the sll of burnt at constantly overpowering my sense of sll, I could sll the goblin's blood clearly. For so reason, despite how bad the at was, the scent stimulated my appetite again.
It was strange that when the scent of cooked at was disgusting to , the scent of blood slled delicious.
I unconsciously licked my lips.
As my tongue ran whetted my lips, it ran across my elongated canine.
The strange feeling made realize my mistake.
These canines weren't those of a human, at least of the kind I was familiar with. That was because I had not only changed my gender, but my species as well.
I had completely forgotten about that fact due to the fact that I had been wandering around under the sun without any problems. It wasn't like there weren't any vampires that couldn't handle the sun fine in fantasy stories, but I just presud that being under the sun equalled not vampire.
With that said, I couldn't help but stare at the base of the gooey ss I had made earlier. The goblin was getting cold, and a lot of the blood had already been soaked by the ground, but there was probably enough for a small snack.
My revulsion of drinking it's blood was actually much lower than I expected. It was probably related to how good it slled and how hungry it was making .
With a bit of trepidation, I flipped the goblin corpse onto it's front and put my lips to it's throat...and almost hurled.
Now that I was so close to it, the goblin's body odour beca overpowering. Combined with the disgusting al I just had, my body tried to reject everything it didn't like all at once.
I wished I had a bucket of water with , but without such a thing, I grabbed so of the cooked at and rubbed it along the goblin's neck. Careful as to avoid burning myself I held the at using the stick. It was weird using perfectly good food to clean sothing so dirty, but for now, at was little better than garbage.
Once I had removed as much of the foul odour from the goblin neck as I could, I threw the remains of the rabbit at into the fire and tried again.
The neck was slick with grease, but the sll was much more tolerable. With a bit of nervousness, I used my fangs to bite into the neck, then sucked the trickle of blood that ca out.
The blood was a bit thin and tasted like a frozen dinner salisbury steak drenched in cheap gravy, but for right now it was like drinking artisan honey after being starved for a day!
Forgetting myself, I sucked harder on the puncture wound. In the back of my mind, I was aware that I wasn't just drinking through my throat, but also through my fangs. It turned out they were hollow, and I was able to suck deeper using them.
I was ecstatic, and kept trying to suck more blood out even after the trickle ran dry. In a desperate attempt, I raised the goblin's legs up, hoping so blood welled further down the body after it's heart stopped. I was rewarded for my efforts with a few drops, but even that ran out much faster than I desired.
I released the goblin's corpse and flopped onto my back.
I grit my teeth in frustration. It was like being served a tiny sample of a dish from a first class restaurant after spending the day starved while waiting in line, only to be told I wasn't allowed to eat anymore.
(If only I rembered I was a vampire faster, I could've drank all of that goblin's blood.)
Such thoughts weren't productive in the slightest, so after a few minutes of rest, I got up and got ready to move out again.
I grabbed the goblin's spear and the rabbit pelt. It wasn't properly processed, but I figured the pelt could be used to make clothes once I worked on it a bit, and the spear was better than anything I could make on my own. In addition, I removed the goblin's loincloth. It was the dirtiest thing I've ever touched, previous life included, but if I could make it even remotely clean, it would help to restore my modesty.
That said, it stank to high heaven, so I hung it on the end of my new spear and carried that on my shoulder so I could stay as far away from the sll as I could. I also grabbed the rock I originally threw. Despite how primitive and simple it was, it had a variety of uses.
Now ready, I took off, continuing in the sa direction I left off.
As I walked, I opened up the sheet of paper again. I had forgotten I was a vampire, so I wanted to confirm what settings I had set. For now, the important ones were my skills and the admin privileges I got. The latter I had no idea what to do with, or even what it was for, but the forr suggested that I was capable of using special abilities. I had three skills according to the sheet: [Local Language], [Blood Sucking I (Vampire)], and [Natural Weapons I (Vampire)]. [Local Language] was pretty useless until I found soone I could talk to, [Blood Sucking] I had demonstrated already. I hoped to be able to use it again soon. [Natural Weapons] was the last, and the only one that was likely useful, but I hadn't tried yet.
The [Natural Weapons] for vampires were their claws and fangs.
I looked at my hands, specifically my nails. They were long and pointed, but hardly looked like claws. More like just typical won's nails, though on the shorter end of even that spectrum. Playing with them revealed the truth though. They weren't flexible like normal nails, and resisted my attempts at bending them. Not only that, but they were sharp. Very sharp. They really weren't like human nails, and more like the claws of the cat I used to have, despite it's shape.
Not only that, but when I tensed my fingers with the will to claw at sothing, they grew in length and curved inward a bit, showing their true form.
Aside from that, my fangs obviously made good weapons. Human teeth worked decently as weapons if you ever had the chance to actually use them, and my fangs were much longer and sharper than any human teeth. Even without any benefits given to by my skill, they would've made fine weapons, presuming I got close enough to bite my enemies.
But with such ga-like elents in play, I couldn't help but wonder what other ga-like features existed in this world. Was it like a lot of the stories where there were levels and stats as well? If that was the case, then I'd definitely need to figure that sort of thing out.
As well, how to get new skills, on top of how to raise the skills I already had. Did they go up through usage, or was there more stringent requirents? Could I learn new skills by doing things, or was there sothing specific I needed to do to get them?
(For that matter, since this was a fantasy world, what about magic?)
If magic existed, I really wanted to learn the skills for it. I wanted to know about anything and everything that was impossible on Earth.
Instead of getting distracted by every new thing I saw, I ended up wandering around while my mind floated through the clouds as I thought about the possibilities.
Suddenly, I heard a strange yelling.
I perked my ears and heard more yelling. Rather, it sounded more like the cries of a wild animal, rather than coherent yelling. And it sounded familiar as well. It was similar to the cries made by that goblin.
It sounded like there were three distinct voices, but since the goblin cries were pretty incoherent and carried little aning, it was difficult to tell. That said, I quickly crept up, dropping everything but my weapons in a bush.
When I peeked out from behind a tree, I saw three goblins squabbling, just as I expected. It looked like one was trying to get the other two to do sothing, but they were mostly ignoring the first one's demands, occasionally taunting as extra asure.
I felt pretty pathetic. The first ti I got to see any social interactions in this world, and it was a group of squabbling goblins. Their so-called speech wasn't even coherent enough for my [Local Language] to pick up as anything intelligible.
Be that as it may, I was already licking my lips. I had a pri opportunity to get three goblins worth of blood right now if I succeeded. I couldn't forget the taste of my first kill.
All three goblins were dressed just like the first one I found, naked aside from a single loincloth each, and each carried a primitive weapon. The one yelling at the other two had a stone hatchet, and the other two spears like the one I had.
Considering the difference in length, the spears were a bigger threat to , since I also had one, though since they were only about two thirds my height, my overall reach was better.
With that in mind, just like last ti, I opened up with throwing my stone past the group.
When it impacted the ground, all three jumped and looked at the source of the sound, tightly gripping their weapons. The mont their heads turned, I sprinted out from my cover. I made almost the entire distance before they realized the real threat was behind them.
With a great swing, I bashed the first spear wielding goblin in the side of the head with my stone spear. A satisfying crack resounded, and the slly green creature fell over lifelessly.
Without losing any montum, I tightly gripped my spear and thrusted out with it at the second spear wielding goblin.
But to my surprise, while the spear did hit it's mark, the head broke off from impacting the monster's skull. I had damaged the cheap weapon in my last attack, and now it didn't do nearly as much damage as it should've.
Unperturbed, I take another step and try thrusting again. The initial impact knocked the goblin off balance, giving a big opening. This ti, the broken shaft found it's way into the ugly face's eye and broke through the thin bone behind it, braining the creature.
I tried pulling my weapon out, but it got caught and the goblin ca with it, as if it had so sort of morbid attachnt to my weapon. I let it be with it's fetishes as I turned to the third goblin empty handed.
The green cockroach had a look of shock at the fact that I took out two of it's comrades so quickly, but it composed itself when it realized that I had let go of my weapon.
With a sneer, it raised it's weapon and charged at .
I, in the anti, grinned and counter-charged.
The ugly goblin, surprised at the gap between us closing much faster than it anticipated, hesitated before swinging it's weapon. A fraction of a second too late, instead of burying it's stone axe into my body, it's shaft hit my left shoulder as my extended arm stabbed into it's chest.
The light quickly faded from it's eyes, but I was too busy to worry about that. Instead, I closed my fist and pulled on it's ribs, bringing it close to , and I bit into it's neck as fast as I could.
The sweet taste of it's blood flooded my mouth, intoxicating .
Words entered my head, but I was too preoccupied to worry about them.
Instead, I revelled in being able to taste this living nectar once again, and I desperately sucked it up, as if soone was threatening to take it away from .
But the feeling disappeared all too soon. There was so little blood in the bodies of these goblins.
I limply dropped the goblin's body and turned around.
There were two more bodies on the ground.
The ecstasy of drinking blood made forget, and I quickly rushed to the next body to fill my stomach of the honey-like fluids. Then once again on the third goblin.
With all three goblins drained of all of their life fluids, I collapse onto my back, rubbing my warm belly. I couldn't help but grin. I wasn't full, but I was satisfied. Never before had I ever felt so satisfied by anything.
I thought about how I didn't like blood much in my last life, and how it was thrown away by the at industry like sewage, yet all I could think about was how much of a waste such an act was. If I was still on Earth, I'd have gone to one of those factory farms and found a way to buy it all.
I'd swim in it, and drink until I burst.
Without any hint of my smile fading, all I could go was giggle. I didn't even notice how girly and cute sounding it was, nor the disparity between my expression and my thoughts if viewed by an objective third party.
While basking in the afterglow of my al, I was unable to realize how much my thoughts had changed already while I rested.
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