At a dark murky corner of what seemed to be remains of a ruin of a small settlement,an ostrich sized green egg slowly cracked open.
Out of it, a foot long creature struggled to crawl out. Its skin was light green and a set of canines could be seen jutting out of its mouth,just like those vampires in movies,the rest of the teeth were serrated, sending a cold shiver down one's spine.
It had elven-like ears,and practically no hair on its tiny head.
As for the nose,it was more human-like but a little bit pointy,just like the caucasians.
Its limbs seemed not just feeble but also fragile,just like the rest of its body.
As it blinked its eyes open,the little creature seemed confused as he tried to take in its surroundings.
A minute later,a shrill squeak of incoherent words escaped the newly hatched one foot creature.
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"What the heck!"
Marg cursed as it finally dawned on him,after scrutinizing his strange and foreign surroundings.
A minute ago,he had been lying dead on a hospital bed, succumbing to stage four stomach cancer,only to find himself in a foreign body,in a foreign and strange place.
For a moment, when he had sensed the warm fluid wrapping around him,that he had now identified as the amniotic fluid,he had entertained the thought of being in heaven.
 But that thought vanished like Houdini the moment he opened his eyes to the dark murky environment he had hatched in,he had envisioned himself in hell,only for his mind to pick up the chime of voices in his head and quickly relate them to that of virtual reality games.
He had been reincarnated, given a second chance to life,but from what he saw around him,his guts told him that it won't be all candy and roses for him.
He had to struggle,it would be a case of doing everything to survive,if not,it won't end well for him.
But first,he had to collect his thoughts,at the same time,he made a retreat under one of the nearby shrubs,as first as his tiny weak heads could carry him.
From the still burning ruins before him,he knew he wasn't safe.
"So I get to experience reincarnation..."
"As a monster at that..."
"Just like in those novels.."
Marg thought as he dug deeper into the shrubs.
"What would those reincarnated protagonists do first.."
Marg had his mind running on fumes, though scared and still confused,he appeared calm as he knew that panicking would only lead to hasty decisions that would impede his growth,or rather have him killed.
"First..."
"Hide as first as possible..."
"Check..."
"Second..."
"Check the system panel and notifications..."
"Right, let see what kind of creature I have reincarnated as..."
Name:Marg
Race: Goblin (Brood)
Level:0/5
Might:2
Toughness:1
Cunning:30
Racial Skill:Craft Mastery
Battle Skills: Screech,Claw,Bite
Skill Points:0
Biomass:0
"What the heck!"
Marg could only exclaim as he went through his status...
"All cunning with zero combat power, how am expected to survive..."
"And a goblin out of the millions of creatures out there,why not an elf..."
Goblins were considered the weakest of all creatures in all the virtual reality games and fantasy novels he had read, though they had a little boost in their cunning,but not as exaggerated as his thirty points, which he attributed to the fact that he had been a human before reincarnating into this tiny green abomination with its weak body.
Stifling in his disappointed,he mentally parted himself...
"Don't feel dejected Marg,fate has handed you a lemon,it's up to you to make yourself a lemonade and get yourself some vodka..."
Ticking of the second survival check on his mental list,he moved on to the third one.
"Third..."
"Gain some levels,train my skills..."
Marg peeked around and he could see nothing that he could eat,apart from the amniotic fluid from the ostrich sized egg he had hatched from.
"Bet that will do for the moment..."
Looking around for any signs of danger,Marg slowly crawled out if his hiding.
Still vigilant,he headed for the egg shells and scouped up a potion of the fluid with his tiny arms.
"Disgusting...."
"But it's all I have..."
Stilling his will,he swallowed a huge potion of the fluid.
[You have consumed a new source of biomass.]
[One point of biomass awarded.]
"So this how I gain biomass, guess will have to find out later what it used for..."
"As of now,this fluid ain't going to drink itself..."
As he scouped more of the fluid,he received several notifications of biomass gain.
[One point of biomass awarded.]
[One point of biomass awarded.]
[One point of biomass awarded.]
At the end of it all,he had even eaten the egg shells as if they were some kind of crunchy crisp, awarding him extra biomass.
[You have consumed a new source of biomass.]
[One point of biomass awarded.]
"Guess nothing goes to waste around here."
[One point of biomass awarded.]
[One point of biomass awarded.]
Marg thought as he dashed back to his hiding place.
"Time to see what this biomass does..."
As he settled himself as comfortably as he could under the shrubs,he accessed his panel.
Name:Marg
Race: Goblin (Brood)
Level:0/5
Might:2
Toughness:1
Cunning:20
Racial Skill:Craft Mastery
Battle Skills: Screech,Claw,Bite
Skill Points:0
Biomass:15
Marg concentrated on the Biomass stat and was rewarded with a pop up.
[Biomass: Gained from consumption,used to level up skills]
"So it works,let learn a little bit more..."
Marg wasn't sure if his tactic would bore any results,but seen the description on biomass,he opted to learn a few more things about his status.
[Craft Mastery: A goblins racial Skill that gives a bonus on all craft related maters.The higher the skill level,the more bonus it unlocks...]
"Damn..."
"That's broken..."
Marg thought as he started visualizing a few simple items that he craft as to aid his survival.
"First,I need a weapon and a loincloth..."
He thought as he peeked at his abdomen,all exposed to the whole world to see.
"Need to find some leather pretty quick..."
"But at the moment,let learn a bit more..."
[Screech: Scream at your opponent, inflicting mental fear for a short while.Increasing skill's level increases the range and duration of skill]