After what felt like an eternity of spinning through the endless void, He finally saw a light piercing through the darkness. Relief washed over him as he realized this might be the end of his chaotic journey.
"Thank goodness... I feel like I'm about to crap myself. I don't even know how many times I've peed—lucky none of it got in my mouth,"
He forced his body toward the light. As he got closer, he felt a rush of fresh air and saw a breathtaking view unfold before him.
"Ahh, finally! Fresh air! I can see a whole new world out here!" he exclaimed, his spirits lifting for the first time in what felt like forever.
But as he looked around, his excitement turned to confusion—and then panic.
"Wait up!! Why can I see the *entire* world out here?!"
It was then that he realized he wasn't just stepping into a new world—he was falling into it. He was high above the ground, plummeting through the sky at an alarming speed. His face went pale as he accepted his fate, his expression one of resigned calm.
"Well, this is it. I'm done for," he thought, his mind oddly at peace as the wind roared past him.
As he fell, the intense friction with the air caused his clothes to catch fire. Flames began to lick at his shirt, and he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"People always talk about shooting stars... but this? This is just a shooting asshole ,"
Meanwhile, on the ground below, a group of warriors was locked in a fierce battle against a massive slime monster. The fight was intense, with the slime's gelatinous body absorbing most of their physical attacks. To defeat it, they needed to destroy the core hidden deep within its gooey form.
But there was a problem: the slime had a unique advantage. It could only be truly defeated with magic, specifically fire-based skills. Unfortunately, the group had no mage among them, leaving them struggling to find a way to win.
The warriors looked exhausted, their movements slowing as if they had been fighting for hours. Just as they were about to regroup and continue the battle, something caught their attention.
A fiery object was falling from the sky, hurtling toward them at incredible speed.
"What the—?!" one of the warriors shouted, pointing upward.
Before anyone could react, the object crashed directly into the slime with a loud BANG!!
The impact sent chunks of slime flying in all directions, and the ground shook from the force of the collision. When the dust settled, the warriors stared in disbelief at the scene before them.
The slime was gone, obliterated by the fiery object. And lying in the middle of the crater was a singed, slightly smoking figure—Myrul.
"Ugh... what the hell just happened?" Myrul groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. He looked around, confused, before locking eyes with the stunned warriors.
"Uh... hi? Did I... land on something important?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm despite his disheveled state.
The female warriors immediately covered their faces, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they averted their eyes from him.
"Why are they all covering their faces?"l He wondered aloud, confused. He tried to walk out of the sticky remnants of the slime, but as he looked down at himself, he realized the horrifying truth—he was completely naked.
"Is that my dick ? . Oh, crap! My clothes! They burned up from the friction! " he exclaimed, finally remembering how his outfit had caught fire during his fiery descent.
"Shitt!! I'm not a pervert, okay?! I fell from the sky, and my clothes burned off! This isn't my fault!" he shouted, trying to explain himself, but the female warriors didn't seem to understand him. They began whispering among themselves in a language he couldn't comprehend.
Feeling the need to salvage his dignity, he decided to own the situation. He struck a confident pose, puffing out his chest and walking proudly through the slime-covered battlefield.
"Behold! My glorious, well-toned body! You should feel honored to witness such perfection. This body could bring you joy and happ—"
Before he could finish his sentence, someone from behind delivered a sharp blow to the back of his head.
"Bullshit," a voice muttered as Myrul's vision blurred and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Not long after, He woke up from his unconscious state, but the world seemed upside down, and he felt dizzy and disoriented.
His hands and feet were tied to a wooden pole, and he was being carried by the group of warriors—still completely naked.
"Hey! What the hell are you trying to do to me? Let me go right now!" Myrul shouted, struggling against the ropes that bound him. But no matter how much he wriggled, he couldn't break free.
One of the female warriors, who was walking beside him, suddenly removed her underwear and used them to gag Myrul's mouth. His eyes widened in shock as her... boobs blocked his view of her face.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!!" He tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the makeshift gag.
"F—ck! Why did you have to use your *underwear* to shut me up? I'm not a pervert, damn it!" he thought, his face turning red with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
As the group continued to carry him, Myrul's mind began to race with wild thoughts.
"Hah, shit... am I about to be *raped* by them?!" he panicked internally, his imagination running wild.