It been two days now since Jake had been in this world, and there hadn't been any good testimony to write home about.
All through, he had been suffering from one trouble to another. He hadn't gotten anything positive at all. He had just been whooping his ass, all through.
From almost eating a poisonous fruit, got himself soaked with mud, being kidnapped as a slave, and his unfortunate attempt to escape that got screwed–it was all a bloody miracle that he was still alive. Such a lucky dude!
And right now, he was in some sort of….
Fuck!
"Where the hell am I?"
Jake muttered as his eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze quickly went darting around the cold, damp cell-like walls.
His mind seemly went foggy from the knockout blow that he had received few moments ago.
Wait! Was it few moments ago? Because, I'm not really feeling the pain like it was something of few moments. Hmmm…was it some hours ago?
Nah! I don't think so…..
Maybe a night…
Or days!
Fuck!
Have been unconscious for days? Seriously?
He groggily sat up, rubbing his temples with his hands as memories of his disastrous adventures came on flashing back at his mind. It was still vague though, he could barely remembered what happened to him. But he knew he got hit by something, maybe by someone.
Also, he couldn't really remember how long he had been unconscious, but he was so sure that it was over a while now, as he wasn't really feeling so much pain like before.
And it seems as if he was been given some treatment or something related. Cuz, he could literally spot some dry herbs on the floor, close to where he was lying on. Maybe they where some native medicine or something.
Anyways, he couldn't really tell what they were or how long he had been here, unconscious. But he just had this feeling that he had been there for quite a long time now. Like really long.
He rolled over himself trying to standup, but damn! He noticed something was off. His clothes. His old soaked clothes had been swapped out for a sleeky, dark robe that looked like it belonged on a luxury runway. But still outdated though.
This look awesome! But why?
The fabric felt smooth against his skin, and the scent of sandalwood wafted up, making his nostrils twitch a bit.
Not bad, whoever dressed me has a taste.
But damn! I thought I was ummm….. what's it called again??
Yeah, prey!
I thought I was going to be slaughtered or even though alive, I should be on some rag clothes right?
Anyways, it's still cool. But fuck! Where the hell am I?
He pushed himself up from the mat, wincing as his back protested with a sharp ache. His body felt like lead, weighed down by exhaustion.
He struggled again to sit-up straight, but hell! His muscles whined and complained, making him wonder how long he'd been asleep.
Could it really been days?
The fog in his brain refused to clear, leaving him disoriented and groggy again. He just wondered what the hell was happening to him.
Suddenly, the flashes of his memories came dancing across his mind.
Wait! I was hit!
"Ahhh, damn it!"
He gingerly touched the tender spot again, and a wave of pain seems to washed over him this time. The image of that massive stone, came on hovering above him, poised to strike, was forever seared into his brain.
He could still see the picture of the huge stone that was hailed on his head the other day. He had no idea how long he'd been out cold, but fuck! one thing was certain: he was hell tired.
And hungry too!
His stomach suddenly growled, protesting the emptiness, and helpless jake couldn't do better but to patt his belly like it was a restless pet.
"Hang in there, buddy, food's coming... hopefully." He could devour a whole roll of donuts or, hell, even a whole chicken, right now.
He struggled to stand again, but damn! His body had other plans. His legs buckled down, and he crashed back onto the cold, unforgiving floor. He just lay there, defeated, his chest heaving with exhaustion.
He rolled flatted, his body gazing upwards, his eyes suddenly landed on the ancient stone wall surrounding him, its intricate carvings was just a testament to a long-forgotten era. No doubt about that!
He turned his head again, to the left, taking in the sturdy cymbal-headed walls that seemed to close in on him. And then, his gaze fell upon the door–a hulking, iron-reinforced monstrosity that screamed it!
Prison!
"Fuck!" Jake's curse echoed off the stone walls. "I should have known this."
He had seen doors like this before, in medieval movies that he'd watched during gaming marathons. The resemblance was fucking obvious. He was hell trapped now, and the weight of that realization just settled in like a physical force. Damn!
He wonder why the hell they kept him in prison.
Why was he still alive?
Why hadn't they executed me yet? I thought I'd be nothing more than a head on a spike by now.
"What's the point of keeping me here?" he muttered to himself.
Jake hauled himself up again, his body was still screaming in protest. But this time, he clung to the cell bars, his fingers white-knuckled with determination. He managed to stand up this time.
"Alright, this whole transmigration shit could have been a lot better if I had some cool super powers along." He whispered, his eyes still scanning the cell with a mix of desperation and longing.
"I'd just rip this place apart and vanish into thin air, leaving these old wizards to pick up the pieces."
He turned around, facing the wall of the cell and he noticed something. Not from the wall but….jeez! From within his head!
He was hearing some cringe metallic noise on his head, again. More like how a radio cracks when it lost it signal. That usual static sound it makes when glitching; that was exactly how he was feeling in his head. It was really making his brain twitch
Sheeeeeeeeh!
Sheeeeeeeeh!
Sheeeeeeeeh!
....
It was just ringing and cracking in his head.
"Mtcheeeewing" he hissed, trying to shake off the annoying buzz. It was really disturbing.
Was that his thoughts again?
[Hello, host!]
A voice rang out from his head. The voice sounded familiar, he could still remember he heard a voice like this some time past. Before he melt Mai, in this strange world.
[Host body has been temporarily paralyzed due to the effects of a hard object used in smashing host.]"
The voice was quite detached, clinical, and it sent a shiver down Jake's spine. How the hell the that voice know he was smash?
"What?"
[Host might be able to have a little strength to recover faster from such horrible pain if host accept the missions on his schedule.]
Jake's mental gaze narrowed. He thought he had reached the peak of absurdity in this crazy new world, but apparently, he was so wrong about that.
"Seriously? You're telling me I've got a mission? Now? Like after being smashed over the head and paralyzed?"