I remember it clearly. Dying that is. Not in some battlefield nor in a hospital. I remember dying in an alley, left for death after a mugger stabbed me. I didn't noticed him. I was too drunk. It was cold as I closed I eyes. The painful sensation was going away. My mind blank, vision clouded with darkness.
Silence greeted me. Darkness enveloped me. Was this death? It felt like I was floating in water, weightless with no control of my body.
Suddenly I was jolted up like I was tug out of water violently. My senses reappear. I was in pain. Suddenly a scream flooded my ears. I jerked up and open my eyes and saw horror.
I was in an open space. Before me was a huge giant, an ugly, brown color giant with ugly face, horns and large mouth, a bumpy back and flailing long apelike arms.
In its hand was a human who was being eaten alive. A drop of water fell down on my face. The sky was cloudy.
The creature was so busy with its meal that it didn't notice me. I quickly laid down again pretending to be dead. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Was this hell? I always knew I was going to hell. After all, I had lots of blood in my hand.
Something was wrong here. The screaming died down. I opened my eyes again and turned around. I saw a sword next to me. I reached out and grabbed the short sword.
Suddenly, the giant hand grabbed me and lifted me up, bringing me up to its face. I saw it, my chance to live. Its left eye was hanging from its socket. I lifted my sword. Before the giant could realise I stab it in its right eye.
"Rar," the giant roar in pain, dropping me down to the ground.
I quickly jumped from the space as the giant came crashing down, rolling in pain. I quickly glanced around. I picked up a huge mace from the ground. As the giant roar in pain, curling up in the ground, I summoned my entire strength and brought the mace down on the blinded giant, again and again on its forehead, bludgeoning it to dead. After I was done with it, its skull was cracked open, brain and black Oozes coming out from its skull.
There were other corpses of giants in the open grassland, two of them not counting the one I killed. There were many human corpses, a dozen of them in a heap, stark naked just like me, all of them male.
Next to the mound of dead bodies were a heap of clothes, gears and weapons. I took what I could, a leather pant, a dirty shirt, a jerkin, glove, fur boots and an steel breast plate. The others were all useless, torn or ragged.
I grabbed some weapons, a quiver of arrows, a bow, two short swords, some throwing knives and a tomahawk. Before I could gleaned everything, I heard something huge coming from the forest. It was other giants, three of them. I dashed away before they could notice me. No way could I fight three of them and survived.
I stopped at a small stream. I had run for like five kilometres and was quite thirsty and tired. Thankfully, none of the giants came after me.
I got down on my knees, directly drinking the water from the stream. It was the sweetest water I ever had.
"What the f..." I cried out, jumping back as I saw my reflection in the clear stream.
I leaned and look again. I was not the dark haired and middle-age Asian guy I used to be. Instead I was a blonde Causcasian youth in his early twenties, tall and lean but not thin. My eyes were blue and I had a handsome rectangle shaped face with a Roman nose. I have descended into a stranger body.
"Who am I," I asked. A thought ran through my mind. "No way."
I had transmigrated in the body of a young Causcasian male in another world like one of those cheesy lightnovels and mangas I used to read to read as a teenager. What's next? A harem of beautiful women. Though the idea of that did appeal me.
My stomach grumble. I was hungry. My attention was grabbed by a berry bush a few metre downstream. I got up and went to the black. I pick one of the red berries. It look like raspberries but it was as big as a thumb and look juicy. Without any hesitation, I put it in my mouth.
It was juicy, sweet but not filling. I picked up another and ate it. I ate more and more. I had my fill and stood up. That was when it hit me. A sense of dizziness and lumpiness. I fell to the ground on my face and closed my eyes, sleeping soundly.
When I woke up again, I was in the same spot. I spat out the dirt from my mouth.
I stood up. It was around dusk. My mind felt dizzy. I felt nausea. I threw up. Red vomit came out. I grabbed one of the red berries and noticed a yellow and red larva eating away at the berries. I crushed it.
I went to the stream to rinse myself. I rinsed my mouth and drank some more.
"God, I stink," I said as my own stinky odour hit me. I got out of my clothes but I kept one short sword just in case as I cleaned myself, afterall this world was fuck up. On the other hand I was quite impressed with my new thing. It was quite packed.
After I got into my clothes, I heard rustling coming from behind a bush. I quickly pull up my pant and readied my short sword, taking a defensive stance.
Someone came out, a tall green human wielding a large club. At that time I didn't knew but that encounter was the beginning of my adventures in this world.