Thanks to the transmigration, Alex takes on a completely different appearance. Even so, I can see right through whatever meatsuit that his Spirit is currently inhabiting with little difficulty.
And it is not entirely due to me being just a disembodied Spirit myself.
Since I am just a Spirit without a body at the moment, I will have to adjust my plans accordingly. I was actually hoping to have a body from the start, but I suppose the barrier around the Zone will not allow me to pass physically.
And that is to be expected.
"Shut up!" Alex roars angrily, and he would have strangled me if he could. Being a disembodied Spirit does have its advantage. For one, I am untouchable through physical mean, and even if he could touch me, I am way too slipper for his fat greasy hands.
Honestly, how did someone manage to let themselves go like that? But given the luxurious and rather pristine condition of the huge room that I am currently in, I can have a good guess.
Whoever Alex has been shoved into by whatever God or Goddess or similar, he must have lived a very, very good life. Or maybe a substandard life. It all depends on the normalcy of this world.
It is possible that the inhabitants of this place are all super rich. Highly unlikely but possible, and I am not here to judge. Not really. Although, if they have a lot of money to toss around, it will be awesome for me.
After trying to punch me a few times in vain, Alex finally collapses in exhaustion. "I'm… I'm… shit… oh shit… I feel… feel like my heart… going to explode! Fuck!"
I chuckle at that. "Just chillax, man."
"I can't chillax! I can't do shit with this body! Fucking hell!" Alex calls out before crashing right against the floor completely. "Fucking tired… so tired…"
Alex dozes off, making me crack up a little. And while he is snoozing due to sheer exhaustion, I have a look at my surrounding and at the alien world beyond the opened window.
There are countless of people in the streets, chattering in an unfamiliar language, at least at first. After listening to them for a while, I can say that I have heard their language before. Unfortunately, I never learn to speak it myself.
"Oh no! Third Master! Third Master!" someone shouts at the doorway after seeing Alex on the ground, and he hastily rushes to Alex along with a couple of maids. From his attire, he must be Alex's personal butler.
And what did he just say? Third Master?
The elderly man checks Alex over before letting out a sigh of relief. He then picks Alex off the floor and places him onto the bed, and that is quite impressive, considering how massive Alex is. "Leave. No one shall disturb the Third Master."
With that, the man and the maids are gone, leaving Alex and the invisible me alone in the room.
"Don't ask," Alex mutters as he opens his eyes. "It has been a little bit over 6 days, and in that 6 days, I have done nothing but eat and shit on my bed! This is fucking torture!"