Chapter 8: Journey To The West

Frel sat atop a mound of monster corpses, sipping from his bottle of Maple wine.

It's been a week since his transformation, and he was still trying to get used to having a larger body. 

He had to completely change his fighting style, instead of using his smaller body defensively to land hits and dodge, he would have to press onto his opponents and fight more offensively, which wasn't his style.

He wiped his mouth and tore a chunk of meat from the corpse and ate it. 

That was his meal for the day. He had been traveling for some time now and had somehow circled back to the Lion's den.

The giant corpse was still there, unaffected by rot. Although, some chunks were bitten off by smaller animals.

He approached the corpse, and cut out a large chunk of flesh to store. It was certainly better than eating normal monsters.

The sword vibrated in his hands, before controlling his arm and pointing in the North-western direction.

"Don't do that again." He grumbled but grudgingly followed. The sword would make his body do it whether he wanted to or not, this was just letting him control his own body.

Walking for another kilometer out of the clearing where the corpse lay, he found himself in another clearing, where a rotted carriage lay on a dirt road.

"Why'd you lead me here?" He checked the carriage, trying to find whatever Masamune wanted him to get.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white, contrasting with the brown and green background.

Getting out of the rotted carriage, he picked up a strange white scabbard. 

He glanced at the sword, putting the puzzle pieces together. "Ah." He sheathed the sword now.

The moment the sword was sheathed, another red gem appeared on top of the scabbard, with the same etched eye. 

Frel didn't pay it no mind. Since the carriage was pointing towards the west, he should follow that direction to get out of the forest. Of course, he could also go east, but he didn't want to walk past his dead town for the 3rd time now.

With the now-sheathed cursed sword in hand, Frel headed west, in search of the lands beyond the Abyssal passage.

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