Chapter 3 - Fish, all about Fish

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A body can be seen floating on his back along the river.

Having fallen from such a great height the owner of the body was unconscious but luckily not dead.

Fate must have been kind to him as his body was pushed by the water and into a riverbank.

*Slap*

"Ow!"

...Or it still wants to make fun of him, as a fish that got caught on his shirt managed to get loose and slap his face.

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<Pov MC>

Weak, Hungry, and Wet. My first thought when I came too.

*Slap!*

"Ow!"

I sprung up and felt my shirt wiggle and something got loose.

It was a fish. A Catfish looking thing.

My eyes narrow, feeling the slimy liquid on my cheeks. I found the culprit.

Wait. Is that thing looking smug at me?

"This piece of-"

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The fish, now impaled on a stick, is slowly roasting on the fire I just made.

After finishing doing a caveman impersonation on the fish, removing its innards, gills, and slimy skin. I went ahead and made a simple fire pit from the stones and sticks I found around me.

Sticks and stones can be found anywhere. Dried sticks though I needed to find a bit farther from the river I was in, however. Yes, I am still am inside a forest and I just managed to escape from those goblins earlier.

Luckily nothing stole the fish.

It took an hour for the fish to fully cook. I watched the fish cook in the nude, contemplating what to do from here on.

It finally dawned on me. I died, and I will not be able to see my parents and brother again. tears started falling from my eyes... The more I stare at the fish the more I realized my situation.

"I will not be able to eat Rice with Fish Sauce, Fermented Anchovies, and Fermented Shrimps ever again!!!"

Priorities man

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After erasing my tracks with the fire pit, I started following the river flow downstream. The sun was still high up in the sky not directly on top of me, signifying it was already past noon.

I did not notice it earlier but I did really became younger. My black hair has no white strands sticking here and there. My entire body has no extra fats on them.

And the clothes that I am wearing. Blue Shirt and Faded Gray Jeans, and the worst part, I am wearing rubber sandals. A 1 dollar rubber sandal bought on 7-11, cheap thin material. It will not last me long if I start using kicks, nor hiking.

Surprisingly my hand injury was already starting to heal. My injured hand already has scabs on the wound, there was a slight pain but not as before.

Now the most important part, what should I call myself from now on. Since I have already died calling me by my old name would get me thinking about my past life making me homesick more.

Jack? John? Yun Che? Batman? Armstrong? Naming myself without knowing what names the people of this world uses is hard...

"I will just use my game ID. Markus. Yes. Markus Ortias."