With an intense purple glow, the potion vial floated out from the screen and hovered in the air for a few seconds before gently settling into Arthur's hand. He observed it for a moment, noting the mysterious gleam of the liquid inside, and, without hesitation, removed the wooden cork. The sweet aroma of the potion wafted to his nose, and with a decisive motion, he raised the vial to his lips, allowing the warm liquid to glide down his throat in a smooth and addictive flow.
As he swallowed, a notification appeared before his eyes: "Transformation Initiating..."
Arthur barely had time to process the message before feeling a powerful energy surge through his body, heating every cell as if a gentle fire was consuming him from within. In an almost magical process, he saw and felt his body respond to the potion.
His height began to increase, muscles that had once been hidden emerged, expanding and gaining form. His shoulders broadened, projecting a robust and commanding presence. The casual clothes he wore—a simple shirt and pants from his previous world—couldn't withstand the sudden expansion of his physique. Seams burst, fabrics tore, and, piece by piece, his clothes fell apart around him.
His jawline gained a new definition, now square and firm, giving his face a powerful and imposing expression. He raised his hands, noticing that his fingers and palms had also transformed, now larger and stronger.
But the most surprising change occurred when his gaze fell upon his own body, realizing that his manhood was transforming as well. His manhood, too, underwent an evolution as remarkable as the rest of his body. It grew, becoming thicker and marked with veins, emanating an aura of power that reflected his complete transformation.
Arthur stood up, the gleam in his eyes brimming with determination. He had been reborn, and with his new body, he felt like a true force of nature—someone the world would soon know and fear.
"Hahaha~~"
Arthur let out a powerful, deep laugh. His new voice, raspy and commanding, resonated with raw confidence. The extra weight of his body made him slightly unsteady for a moment, and he leaned against the tree trunk, feeling the robust strength of his new form. Regaining his balance, Arthur took a step forward and looked at his fists, clenching them as he flexed his arm. A massive, defined bicep emerged, his skin in a grayish tone marked, resembling the iconic Giga Chad.
"Holy shit, did I become the Giga Chad?" he murmured, a satisfied smile spreading as he examined his own transformation. His gaze fell upon his arms, chest, and the rest of his body, now sculpted into brutal perfection.
It was a physique worthy of admiration and fear. The thought of seeing himself now, as in a mirror, crossed his mind, and he considered finding a pond. After all, if he had become the very archetype of strength and masculine perfection, it was only fair that everyone could see the result of his transformation, and he wouldn't hide behind shirts.
For a moment, he looked around and realized he was completely naked. A gentle breeze passed through the forest, briefly chilling him, but he ignored it. "Let it be," he thought with a smug smile, deciding he would only put something on if it was worthy of the new Arthur.
His gaze then crossed the horizon, his thought about the world now very clear: if he met an elf, nymph, human or any other female creature, she would belong to him. He would prove the power of his new meat sword, and show each of them what a true alpha can do, certainly if she ran away or tried something else, Arthur would rape her.
"ROARRRRRRR~~"
Suddenly, a monstrous roar ripped through the silence of the forest like a storm, causing the trees around Arthur to tremble and shake with the force of the sound. The vibration traveled through the ground, rising up through the roots and reaching the tree where he stood, shaking it violently.
Arthur held on tightly, feeling his heart hammering in his chest.
"What is happening?"
Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief at what he saw in the distance. A colossal black figure emerged from between the hills, a creature of such immense size that it seemed to defy logic itself.
It was a dragon, but not just any dragon. It was a titanic beast, with scales as black as polished obsidian, covering a body so vast that it made the horizon seem insignificant. The creature's head alone was the size of a house, and from its cavernous eye sockets shone two intense, pupil-less eyes, filled with a pulsing, neon purple light that seemed to burn and throb, as if it contained supernatural energy.
Arthur felt his blood run cold. That gaze, even from a distance, seemed capable of penetrating his soul. He could hardly breathe, his entire body tense and trembling. The overwhelming presence of the creature made everything around it feel insignificant, as if the dragon itself were a force of nature, a living entity as ancient as the world itself.
He quickly crouched down, hiding behind the leaves and branches of the tree, praying that the monster would not notice him. His mind raced in desperation: "A... a dragon?!! That was a dragon?" The words echoed in his mind as he tried to process the magnitude of what he was witnessing. It was as if he were facing a living mountain or even a walking city. "What an absurd size..."
He remained motionless, his body rigid, breath held, trying not to make the slightest sound. Looking at that creature had awakened a mix of fascination and terror; the sheer size of the beast seemed to swallow even his thoughts.
The dragon glided gracefully above the treetops, its massive wings beating slowly, creating gusts of wind that swayed the canopies. The creature ignored everything around it, and Arthur, despite all his pride and newfound power, felt like nothing more than a grain of sand before that colossus. The dragon, with its neon purple eyes, appeared to be searching for something specific, and fortunately, Arthur was not that target.
As the titan disappeared over the horizon, Arthur let the air escape from his lungs, which had been held tight with tension. He sat against the tree trunk, staring blankly, his mind absorbing the implications of what he had just witnessed. His breath was heavy, and he touched the damp forest floor, seeking an anchor in reality, as if he needed to convince himself that this had truly happened.
In that tense and lonely silence, he began to reflect on the world he had been thrown into. If creatures like that dragon existed, then the vastness of this planet was unimaginable. "A planet that could hold five, ten Earths..." he thought, his face losing any sign of the confidence he had displayed before. A planet where gigantic beasts flew freely and supernatural powers were as real as the ground beneath his feet. A world where monsters of that kind were not legends, but reality.
The words floated in his mind, filled with a deep and inescapable dread. He was well acquainted with the stories. In such worlds, where colossal creatures ruled the skies and where natural laws bowed to the supernatural, human life was often an insignificant spark. If he was truly in a magical world where forces beyond mortal understanding governed... he knew what that meant.
Arthur swallowed hard, his clenched fists trembling slightly. He murmured, almost as if he needed to say it out loud to assimilate what his brain was desperately trying to deny:
"I... am in hell."
Those words echoed in his mind, sending a chill down his spine.
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