1 Chapter 1: Which one's the real me?

It's just like any other day for Mark. Same old apartment, same old street, same old sky, just same old same old. Well, that's how it's supposed to be IF it were actually to be any other day...

Mark Anthony Stone, 20 years old, and still in his 2nd year of college at Cor Jesu College. A little bit groggy even though he just finished taking a cold shower. That's his condition after staying up late due to playing his favorite game, all the way from 10 in the morning to 3 AM the next day, which is obviously today.

Currently 6:30 AM on a Monday, preparing to go to school. Mark was trying to wear his underwear when he noticed something suspicious.

"Why do I feel like something's very odd about this situation?"

Just when he was starting to realize something, he immediately woke up feom his groggy state to look in the mirror in the bathroom. Then he immediately jumps away because he saw something green and bulky with a humanoid figure that also had tusks on its mouth.

"What the... WHAT THE F*CK."

Then he also came to a realization that his voice grew deeper, so he touched his own mouth with his right hand to feel if there was something on it. Almost immediately he noticed the figure in the mirror copying him. So he raised his hand away from his mouth and started waving it. Afterwards he made a dab and the figure in the mirror moved at the same time. So like anyone who would encounter the same situation as he currently has( if there were any at all), and then realize the situation. He immediately did what was to be expected and that was to...

... collapse on the floor as he fainted from the shock and horror of realization.

1 hour and 58 minutes later...

Mark woke up and then looked around in confusion as he realized that he was lying on the floor of his bathroom. He stood up and then saw his reflection again. This time he didn't faint anymore since he has already realized and accepted the situation.

He's now an orc.

The familiar tusks, the green skin with bulging muscles and veins, the fierce look that wouldn't change no matter the expression and would only look even more horrifying when he smiles.

"Yep, that's an orc if I've ever seen one. I guess it's retribution from killing an orc chieftain yesterday huh."

Mark scanned his figure for a bit then did many poses that made him look like a terrifyingly large green body builder.

"Sigh, I guess this is me from now on. Well atleast I won't be mocked for being thin anymore. I wonder if the world has changed too since that's what happens most of the time when these kinds of situations appear in novels."

Just when he was starting to accept his current situation. It became two hours after he fainted. He noticed that he was vibrating and it was getting stronger by the second.

" Oh OH, am I changing back?! Thank God I won't be an orc anymore, well atleast until I change back again."

He was getting smaller by the second while vibrating.

"Wait wait WAIT! STOP! NO! DON'T TELL ME... NO! JUST ONCE WAS ENOUGH! NO!!! PLEASEEEEEEE!!!!!"

As his voice was getting smaller and smaller, his height was too. He was also turning into something round and then...

Plop.

He became a slime.