Where the hell is this

Sebastien-Francois Girard, Sebastian for short, was an exiled member of his royal family after not wanting to take part in their disgusting and cruel affairs. But of course, they couldn't let a loose variable like himself live in this world for too long.

However, Sebastian wouldn't go down without a fight. Decades worth of training, provided by none other than the people who were trying to kill him, helped him survive until the age of 54, when he was killed by a bomb in a hotel.

I woke up in a dark, smelly, and wet cocoon. The cocoon was yellow like a see-through egg. Naturally, I panicked, so I threw a fist at the egg. After my fist made contact with it, there was a crack, so I continued my assault on the egg.

Finally, the egg broke under my assault. I then realized that my hands weren't regular hands; they had scales and sharp claws like... a lizard. "What in the bloody hell is this?"

I looked at the cocoon and saw that it was an egg... my egg. "I don't think this is how people go to hell or heaven, or maybe they were wrong. I guess reincarnation was the right one."

"I then noticed I wasn't the only egg here; there were many others. This is strange; lizards don't usually hatch in an environment like this.

"Hello, is anybody there?" "Welcome, player, to the world of Apocalypse."

Immediately, I jumped, not knowing where the voice came from. It sounded like it was from every direction but from no direction at the same time.

"There's no need to be on guard, player Sebastian."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Messenger. And you are in the world of Apocalypse. Your only task is to survive. Good luck. The interface will help you get adjusted to your new environment."

"Why am I here?" The Messenger did not answer, but instead, a semi-transparent interface showed up in front of him.

Name: Sebastien-Francois Girard

Race: Lizardman (Newborn)

Class: None

Tier: 0

Level: 1

Strength: 12

Endurance: 10

Agility: 11

Cunning: 70

Willpower: 68

Skill points: 0

Biomass: 0

Mana: 100/100

Stamina: 100/100

Mutations and organs: None

Skills: Armed combat rank 2 lv 17, hand-to-hand combat rank 3 lv 12, analytical rank 3 lv 25, silver tongue rank 2 lv 19, torture interrogation rank 1 lv 20, stealth rank 2 lv 30, battlefield awareness rank 2 lv 23, one-man squad rank 3 lv 33, survival rank 3 lv 9, tool crafting rank 2 lv 19, hunter rank 3 lv 9, aim rank 2 lv 7, academic studies rank 2 lv 23, enhanced five senses lv 1, dark vision lv 1, natural weapon lv 1.

"This is a list of all the things I'm proficient at. But what is the meaning of all this? The world Apocalypse... It sounds like a video game if I ever played one, and survive. I have been doing that for all of my life. And now I'm thrown into this world as a fucking lizard. You gotta be kidding me."

"Suddenly, I heard a crack.

I looked behind me to see a struggling lizard. It was attacking the shell frantically without any proper form. Maybe I could help this lizard. Maybe they're like me. Acting fast, I jumped in mid-air and kicked the shell, breaking it and freeing the lizard. The lizard inhaled and exhaled frantically, gasping for air. Then, when it seemed to gain a bit of energy back, it struck at me with its sharp claws. There was no intelligence behind those blood-lusted eyes. Clearly, I was mistaken."

I ducked under its arm and, using my sharp claws, pierced its neck through it. The struggling lizard let out a final screech before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.