1 Becoming a Chief

"KILL THAT WITCH!" John roared as he stared at the lady in front of him, his eyes blood-shot in rage. Despite her beauty that could make any male breathless upon looking upon her, John wanted nothing more than to rip her in half as she slaughtered her way towards him, killing demons left and right with a giant sword that seemed to be as light as a feather in her hands. His forces were like wheat falling to a swather as she got closer and closer.

"Why?! How is a woman that small so strong?! All of my men aren't able to do a single thing to her!" John's mind started to race as he thought of a way to escape from this situation. Lost in thought, he didn't realize that the woman had leaped into the air, her sword coming down towards his head.

Five years prior...

John Doe felt as if someone was calling him.

"Your Highness, wake up..."

He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not, instead they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve.

"Your Highness, my Royal Prince!"

John Doe opened his eyes immediately. He did not see any of the things he had grown familiar with—the screen was gone, the desk was gone, and so too, was the wall which he had plastered with Post-its. They were replaced by a strange scene—rows of small brick houses, a round public square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square. He was seated on an elevated platform from across the square. The chair he sat on was not his usual soft swivel chair, but instead, a cold and hard iron chair. Sitting alongside him was a group of people whose gazes were fixated upon him. Among them were a few young women who were dressed as medieval ladies like what he had seen in Western movies, and they were busy giggling among themselves.

"Where on Earth is this? Wasn't I working urgently on my blueprints?" John Doe's mind was vacant, perhaps caused by three consecutive days of working overtime that had pushed him to the limit mentally and physically....

"Wait a minute, what blueprints? I don't work with blueprints?! What the hell am I saying?!"

And at that moment, John really woke up.

As he got up from his bed made entirely out of dirt, John stretched his back and yawned as he tried hard not to fall back asleep.

"I need to invent a better bed or something. My back is killing me." John thought to himself as he walked across his giant five storied white palace to look outside from the french windows and.....No, it wasn't actually a real palace.....it was a cave with an "entrance" made out of animal skin to keep the wind and rain out, and he simply opened the flap to the entrance of the cave to look outside, but those tiny petty little details don't really matter in the grand scheme of his story do they?

"At least we have fire now." John thought to himself as he recalled the struggles of trying to make a fire the past three days. Before John had somehow ended up in this person's body, he was a regular human being who lived on Earth. Not some magical engineer who somehow knew how to build every single weapon and technology back on Earth. Not a surgeon who could somehow cure every single disease on earth with just a simple history and physical exam conducted on a patient. Not a gamer who somehow came into this new world with magical powers. Not a person who came to this world with the help of goddesses, npc's, magical items....no, John was a regular human being who didn't know what to do with his life. The only thing he could do was hold a decent conversation and make people laugh with his awkward humor that people would either find funny or weird. Well....he was good at looking at random stuff on the internet from his previous world, but that doesn't really count as a special ability in this story either.

John looked around and saw the large campfire on the ground, fellow demons huddling near the fire while trying to stay warm on a cold morning.

"How did we even survive out here before we had fire?" John tried to recall the memories of the former occupant of this body. As he tried to recall those memories, they came up in his mind as if he was looking at information online back in his previous world.

John Doe's body's previous occupant was a chief in charge of a strong and mighty force. An elite group of nothing but the best of the best....alright, alright.....it was just five other demons. He was sent out of his previous nest because the cave was getting too large and food was getting scarce in that area. The previous owner, hungry and starving, ate a mushroom that ended up being toxic and killing him, allowing John to possess his body.

"I guess I should be grateful to still be alive" John was thinking to himself as he drank some of the red water in the lake next to the cave. If there was one thing about this body that was strange, it was that there were two horns protruding from the sides of his head, with a third eye protruding from the middle of his forehead. Other than that and the extremely dark skin, you could almost have thought he looked human. The other demons had scales, fangs, claws, and other traits that you would have expected from a 'typical demon' but for some reason, he didn't. However, as John noticed through these past few days, this body had a stronger endurance and immune system compared to the humans from earth. As far as how the previous owner died from a toxic mushroom if that was truly the case.....well that's just lazy writing.

The other demons were at first confused as to why he was 'rubbing sticks' together, but it wasn't until later on that they finally understood and were awestruck by his creation. Having learned how to do it themselves now, they were able to stay warm throughout the night and ward off large demonbeasts. This world was not the world that John was familiar with. In it, were demonbeasts that wouldn't hesitate to kill the humanoid shaped demons for food. However, the same applied to the humanoid demons. If they managed to kill a demonbeast, they would be able to survive by eating that demon for several days. It was truly a world where the strongest lived and the weak became food for the strong.

As John contemplated what to do next in this new chapter of his life, he stared at the five demons that were sitting around the campfire. He walked over to them and pointed at the fire that was blazing and keeping them warm.

"This is called fire." The demons looked at him and opened their mouths to speak.

"@#%#$@^@$**#$%^$#%^."

John wept, for he didn't know how to speak their language...