"Where is this?"

"Am I dead?"

Guts could not open his eyes because he was too exhausted after wearing the Berserk armor and losing consciousness. What he felt inside the armor was pure rage and madness.

Even though he could not open his eyes, he could still smell. This scent was familiar—the smell of grass, but much cleaner.

[Transfer successful]

[Player's condition: 43%]

[Player is in danger of dying]

[High-level healing required]

[Healing in progress]

Guts could feel every broken bone mending. His thirst disappeared. His hand...

Yes, his hand. He could feel it—it was growing back.

After waiting for a few minutes, he finally had enough energy to open his eyes.

The first thing he wanted to see was his left hand.

He could see it—his amputated hand was growing back. He could see the bones forming slowly.

He waited and waited. It took ten minutes before the hand was fully restored.

Guts tried to move his left hand, and he could see that the hand he had lost had finally returned.

[Healing complete]

[Welcome, player, to this new world]

"Wait, are you saying this is a new world? Where is Casca? Where is Puck? Where are they?" Guts asked.

[To transfer your friends to this world, you need enough points. They will be transferred once the requirement is met.]

"Points? What is that? Is it some kind of currency?" Guts asked, his voice growing louder.

[You have become a player because you were the only survivor of the Eclipse who did not go insane.]

"What? Are you kidding me? Come here, monster! Let me cut you down!" Guts shouted while searching for his sword. But then, he realized—his armor and sword were gone.

"Where did you take my items?" he yelled, still frantically looking around.

[Relax, player. For your information, we saved your friend, who was supposed to be eaten by a monster.]

Guts thought he had misheard and asked again, "What do you mean my friend was saved?"

[My name is the Quick Transmigration System, and my job is to send you to your friends from the original Band of the Hawk.]

[We have sent your friend Pippin to this world, but he is currently in danger.]

"Pippin? Pippin is still alive?" The image of Pippin being devoured by monsters flashed through Guts' mind.

[Yes, so we would like to offer you a contract.]

"What kind of contract?" Guts asked.

[If you accept me as your host, I will send you to different worlds where your friends are located.]

[Based on our data, your friends are in danger. If you do not want to save them, you can reject the contract, and we will return you to your original world.]

Hearing this, Guts hesitated. A part of him only wanted to kill Griffith, but after hearing that his comrades from the Band of the Hawk were still alive and in danger, he could not ignore them.

"I choose to make a contract with you," Guts declared.

[Excellent choice.]

Author Notes - I don't know why I did this, suddenly got new idea but I don't want to forget it so I write it 1 chapter.