Who. The. F*ck. is Niels

'Ba-dump Ba-dump' The sound of a heartbeat rang through his ears, as loud as the sound 10 taiko drums played together in unison. A searing pain shot through his nerves as his pain receptors registered the pain.

The smell of iron polluted the air. mixing together with the musk of an aged house. His face plastered across the thick dust-covered floor. He opened his crusted eyes as his vision strayed downwards as his eyes started to focus on his left arm, or what was left of it. A stump, that's all it was, that is all there is and all that is left.

Even before gathering his senses, he felt a gut-wrenching pain shooting up from his stomach. His body, malnourished and weak flew halfway across the room and when he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar huge figure towering over his petite frame.

"Oh ~ prince Niels is awake? Behave yerself and just lay here quietly. Our boss will take care of you once he's done with his business hehehe." The huge figure walked away with a swagger as he closed the door to what seemed like a dungeon.

Niels, still laying on the ground spitting out a mouthful of blood and turned to lie on his back, his chest rising and falling as he greedily took in deep breaths.

"Who. the. f*ck is Niels."

As he lay on his back, he started to slowly assess the condition of his body,

"Left-arm, dismembered from the elbow down, 3 fractured ribs, right eye: swollen. My body proportion is that of a Caucasian 8-year-old. What is this? Is this some transmigration bullshit? I have no dantian, I can't feel my meridians and there is absolutely no trace of Qi in the air. Seems like I am in a very precarious position here."

Niels used his remaining strength as he dragged himself towards the wall with his one right arm and propped himself up. In a seated position he started to calm down his heavily beating heart.

As the intervals between the beats shortened, he cleared his mind and finally ran through the scenario in his head.

"Let's deal with the current situation first. I'll probably have 3 hours left if I continue losing blood. So let's just find the acupoint and seal off the bleeding and the pain for now. I'll deal with whatever comes along later."

Niels closed his eyes and started to locate the acupoints in his arm and started to seal them off. Using his superior mind and precise body control to prevent any more blood loss. His lips white and pale from the blood loss stopped quaking from the pain as he calmed himself down.

After a moment of respite, he started his next journey towards his severed arm, his single right arm now caked in blood and dirt looked completely black. As he reached his severed arm, he plopped his head into the ground and started to drink the blood that is left, thankful that it was still warm and fresh and not dried up just yet. Barely wetting his lips, he lay there just for a bit before starting to think of a solution for his next problem.

"With my body condition, my energy reserves are close to none. To escape from my current predicament I will need to find a source of food... Damn it! Meat is meat, it has protein and is what I desperately need right now."

He reached out to his left arm, still warm from its departure from his body, black from the dirt on the floor. Picking it up in one swift motion and placing it into his mouth ripping out chunks of flesh as he started to pick the meat from the bones.

As soon as the meat entered his body, the disgust from eating human flesh caused his stomach to wretch and turn as he controlled his gag reflex until finally, all that is left is a pile of bones. Everything that could be eaten was eaten and all that's left is the hand which almost just consisted of skin and bone.

"Let's reevaluate the situation. Judging from the current state of my body, I haven't been fed for a couple of days, therefore if they intended to keep me as a hostage, they would have tried to keep me alive by giving me just enough food to stay alive but not enough to escape. Seems like the situation is more crucial than I expected. I have to escape as soon as possible."

Niels shut his eyes and listened intently to the sounds outside the door, but could hear nothing.

"I don't know the exact number of hostiles. Right now, I can identify one, but as for how many others are out there. I will have to cross that bridge when it comes. I need to arm myself, otherwise, everything is still left for nought."

Looking at the bones on the floor, he picked up his forearm bones and split the two bones apart, with a full stomach, he staggered forward and walked towards the walls of that musty cellar and placed the bones on the floor in front of him.

As he ran his hands across the jagged edges of the wall, he found part of the wall with a sharp and rough edge and swung one of the bones into it, fracturing the top of the bone in the process. After completely breaking the top of the bone off, he started to use the jagged edge to sharpen the bone, quietly and quickly, making it sharp enough to inflict damage. Nodding at the outcome, Niels smiled to himself as he moved on to the next portion of his plan.

He stepped towards the door that the huge man left and pulled on it twice, the door gave a dull thud, but it was obstructed from the other side.

Niels shook his head as he wandered around the room. He looked onto the floor and saw the hand that he didn't eat left behind. Immediately biting onto the bone with his teeth, he picked up the hand that was on the floor and now partially stiff from the rigor mortis that was setting in.

Niels manipulated the fingers and made it so that just a middle finger was sticking up as he walked to the middle of the room and put it gently on the floor upright, making sure it was nicely facing the door.

He walked to the side of the door where it was darker and he hid in the shadows, his hand grasping his makeshift bone shiv.