Jock woke up reluctantly.

He felt warm all over his body. Because he had slept enough, he was not very tired. He just woke up a little lazily. He hadn't had such a good sleep for a long time.

But soon, he found something wrong.

It seemed that this warmth was not his psychological effect, but he was really surrounded by a warm feeling.

Jock hurriedly opened his eyes and found himself in darkness.

The space was dark and narrow. His whole body was forced to curl up into the shape of a fist, and he was imprisoned uncomfortably.

More horribly, the curve of the space was completely filled with some warm and thick liquid, leaving no air for Jock.

Fearing that he would be choked to death, Jock held his breath subconsciously and waved his fist, not realizing that he could be safe in the liquid.

The boundary of the space was very thin, with slight warmth and not too hard.

However, his strength seemed to have decreased a lot. He threw a dozen punches before successfully breaking this barrier.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the dark, which made him squint uncomfortably.

The liquid rushed out along the break. Jock breathed a sigh of relief and finally dared to breathe. The turbid gas flew into his lungs. Before he was happy, he was choked by a strong smell of sulfur.

Jock frowned instinctively, but he found that his body was not uncomfortable with this smell. Instead, he had an inexplicable sense of affinity.

Jock didn't think too much and reached out to break the "border" which had been broken.

The light here was not very bright, but it took Jock some time to adapt. When his vision became clear, Jock vaguely recognized the "boundary".

"Is this... A shell?"

He looked around and saw his hand breaking the eggshell.

The hand was shaped like a human hand, but its fingers were scary long. Its skin was strangely brown with fine lines. If one looked carefully, it seemed to be some... Scales?

It had to be said that Jock was stunned.

Thinking of all the things that had happened when he woke up, he had an ominous premonition.

Regardless of his strangeness, he quickly climbed out of the eggshell.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the world outside the eggshell, Jock couldn't help but shout in his heart.

The sky was orange, and there was not a single body that was familiar to Jock moving on it. From time to time, black shadows with wings swept past them. From the shape, it was impossible to be a bird known by Jock.

What he was in was a pit over one meter high. The soil from the bottom to the top of the pit became drier, and there was a trace of hot air rising at the bottom of the pit, which was concentrated at the place where he came out.

Jock turned around.

The place he came out was a dark egg in the small pit.

The eggshell was scattered on the ground, and the soil was a little wet. It should be wet by the mucus that came out of the eggshell.

Jock tried to sort his mind out.

In his last memory, he usually got up early, practiced martial arts, ate meals and sharpened weapons. If he had to say that there was something serious, that was to say, he was itchy after seeing blacksmith beating the iron, but he hit his hand.

On the way back... Oh, he remembered that he was ambushed by his enemy. Even though he could resist four hands, he couldn't resist more than four hands in front of him. The grand master was so depressed that he died on the way home.

So he was here in the hell?

Maybe he had become a little ghost.

Jock forced himself to accept the fact.

But if it turned out to be a little ghost, then?

Jock lowered his head subconsciously.

Yes, he was still here.

After confirming the most important part, he felt relieved and began to look at his new body carefully.

The newly hatched Jock was less than one meter tall, thin and small. He stood there with his body bent. There were two hard bulges on his forehead, and two lumps of soft flesh and blood curled up on his back as if they were afraid of the cold. There was also a slender tail with a sharp head at his tailbone.

It was really a little ghost who was so ugly.

He disliked his new body.

At this moment, a sense of hunger swept over, followed by a burst of exhaustion.

He was not only ugly but also weak.

Jock commented on his new body.

His body instinctively reminded him to eat the eggshell. He picked up a small eggshell and felt a little embarrassed.

"Hiss."

Strange cries rang out in different directions. Obviously, there was not only one demon in this place but also other demons.

The other demons were not as fastidious as Jock. After eating their eggshells in several bites, they began to covet the same kind of flesh and blood around them.

Jock was keenly aware of the unfriendly atmosphere. Without hesitation, he put the eggshell into his mouth.

To his surprise, the eggshell was not that hard to bite. The new sharp teeth were harder than he had imagined. Soon, Jock finished eating the eggshell that was taller than him.

Well, it was a little like eating crispy rice.

Jock commented, touching his bulging belly.

After he finished eating the eggshell, his body began to heat up again.

Different from the cozy and warm feeling when he was in the shell, now the heat flow could be called burning. It kept wandering around its body and gradually stopped at its four limbs and back.

When the uncomfortable breath disappeared, Jock was surprised to find that his fingernails were dark-colored and became long and sharp. Two sharp horns came out from the bulge on his forehead, and the wings on his back also stretched out. He had some strength.

Could he fly?

Jock clapped his wings in surprise.

At this time, the "neighbor" next to Jock also completed the first transformation. He crawled out of his small hole and pounced on Jock who was thinking about his wings.

Jock dodged in time. He was disgusted by the neighbor's green compound eyes and spider-like hairy feet.

Although Jock's body had changed, he was still the grand master. With rich experience in fighting against the enemy, it only took him a short while before the enthusiastic neighbor lay at the feet of Jock.

Jock shook his tail.

This tail was really a hindrance to his balance.

At this time, the hunger message from his body successfully made his face darken.

Then he took a look at his neighbor's creepy face and turned his head.

'No! I won't eat anything!'

"Ah!"

Sound could be heard from other places, and Jock could also feel that the other demons were becoming more and more powerful as time went by.

The instinct of his body kept urging Jock to eat. In the end, Jock squatted down and gave in, enduring psychological nausea.

"It's well known that if you are hungry, you have to eat. It's not against my instinct..."

He ate the neighbor. After the familiar burning, Jock's body became much stronger again.

"Blood food is more profitable than the eggshell. Is this encouraging killing? No wonder it's the underworld."

There were many voices from all directions, and Jock knew that only the strongest of them could survive. If he wanted to walk out of this killing land alive, his body was absolutely the most important thing.

So Jock jumped out of the pit to grab the eggshell.

He was not a kind man, but the good neighbors were really... Hard to swallow.

"Killing experience 1, dropping pieces of demon abyss scripture 1/100."

"To avoid affecting the experience, the prompt tone will be concealed."

A cold prompt sounded in his ears.

Jock: ???