"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
With Nardor, the construction was in good hands. Ikaris then went to see Danchun and found that as he had presumed she had no trouble dissecting the boar. She had to take frequent breaks, but she was making good progress.
"Can you continue?" He flatly asked behind her back while watching her dripping with sweat, her soaked tunic clinging to her skin.
"What do you think?" She snorted aggressively as she wrapped up yet another piece of meat.
"You seem to be doing fine." Ikaris teased her. "You don't need my help."
He pretended to whistle away with his hands in his pockets and as expected he heard a,
"Wait!"
The boy turned around and saw Danchun begging him with a wry smile.
"Please my Lord, give me a break."
Ikaris stared at her from head to toe, lingering on her long legs and sweaty face, then chuckled,
"This was the plan all along so why so angry?"