"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!" After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom. Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds." And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!
"Urgh... That crazy bastard..."
"I'll end up dying at this point."
Berkah winced in pain and dragged his feet across the field of greenery, the morning birds chirping harmoniously and the sun slowly rising from the horizon, rebuking the dark of night.
His face was mostly swollen and his ribs throbbing in pain, countless bruises riddled his skin, making it reminiscent to a dalmatian's fur.
[Wake up... Get beat up... Eat... Shit... Sleep... Repeat...]
As his lifeless eyes gazed into the distance, his mind recited the life he had been living for the past two months, every single day, without a day's respite.
[Fuck... Maybe I'm already dead and this is hell?]
He narrowed his eyes at the Ancient Dragon waiting for him near the crest of a hill, bearing his razor sharp teeth at him.
[At least let me use my regeneration!]