Planning the next moves

The sun shone brightly overhead, filtering its golden rays through the lush green canopy of leaves, casting a patchwork of dappled light on the forest floor.
As Draco made his way through the dense woods, the cheerful chirping of birds filled the air, creating a vibrant soundtrack that contrasted sharply with the grim task at hand.

With a heavy heart, he carried the lifeless body of a deer slung over his shoulders, each step a reminder of the weight of his actions.
The uneven ground beneath his feet was littered with fallen branches, which creaked under his weight,
while horned rabbits darted into their burrows, sensing the presence of a predator nearby.

He sighed in disappointment, thoughts swirling in his mind as he contemplated the long journey back to his cave.
“The deer ran well,” he murmured, lost in his thoughts, struggling against the creeping boredom that threatened to overwhelm him.

As he glanced down at the deer, an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.
Despite embracing this new life filled with strength and freedom, he couldn't shake the discomfort of taking another creature’s life.

Three days had passed since his encounter with the wolf, a fierce battle that had left him both physically and mentally exhausted.
Most of that time had unfolded uneventfully,allowing him to reflect on his choices.

In his wanderings, he stumbled upon a cave that appeared to offer decent shelter.
Its spacious interior was a welcome sight, with an entrance that was not easily visible to passersby, and a small, tranquil pond nestled in one corner.

However, the cave was cold, and the rough stone floor made sleep a challenge.
Draco had needed to rest and recover from the internal damage inflicted by the wolf’s magical attack, spending three long days within those walls.
During that time, he consumed every last morsel of the wolf’s meat, which had sustained him but left him yearning for new prey.

Yet there was something else he craved—animal furs. They were essential not only for crafting a bed that would make sleep more bearable but also for creating clothing to cover his body.

Survival in this new world required more than just strength; it demanded adaptability.

Another reason he needed clothes was to cover his rather large asset.

After all, with a flaccid size of 15 centimeters in length and a considerable girth that made it seem as thick as her wrist, his dick was already impressive even when soft.
But when aroused, it was a sight to behold. His erect length reached a staggering 25 centimeters, with a girth that tapered slightly from the base to the tip.

Lost in his thoughts, Draco wandered into a small clearing in the forest and decided to take a break.
He dropped the deer onto the ground, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders, and then let himself fall backward onto the soft, inviting grass.
Staring up at the sky, he sighed, feeling the cool earth beneath him as he tried to relax, if only for a little while.

The sensation of grass between his fingers and the warmth of the sun on his skin reminded him why he had chosen this life.
The freedom of this place, unbound by the expectations and judgments of others, was intoxicating. He could explore, hunt, and thrive on his own terms. In this moment, only his desires mattered.
If he wanted to pursue something—whether it was finding new prey or crafting a warm bed—he had the power to try.
It was exhilarating to know that his fate rested in his own hands, and for the first time, he truly felt alive.

As he lay there, his mind drifted to a topic he often pondered: his powers. After all, he had chosen them with considerable thought and care.

On the physical side, he felt remarkably strong. His improved body made him feel unstoppable.
After the fight with the wolf, he had grown even stronger, enhancing his strength and heightening his senses.

He could see twice as well as a normal human and pick up scents with an acute clarity that was almost overwhelming.
His healing factor was another boon, allowing him to close light wounds and recover from injuries quickly.

On the magical side, however, things looked much bleaker.
His magic ability was concentrated on fire because he had chosen the barbarian class.

This was fine but besides his fire breath and creating some flames on his palm, he really couldn't do anything.

However, the biggest question mark in his mind was his monster powers.
While the fire infusion had worked perfectly, saving his arm during the fight, he hadn’t felt even a drop of the time-fruit juice.
Furthermore, he had no duengon round him as he wished.

It was as if his Body had an glitch during the Reincarnation pocess

“The Sister said they don’t know how my body will react. This is probably a side effect of my creation,” he theorized, his brow furrowing in thought.

Another curious realization struck him: his language.
Instead of thinking and speaking in English, he found himself doing both in a new, foreign tongue, which somehow felt as if he had spoken it since he was born.
“Is this the natural language of monsters?” he wondered, intrigued by the notion.

Now only his memories keep him connected to his old life.

His thoughts shifted to civilization. He had yet to see any signs of human life—no cities, no villages, not even the hint of a road.
The vast wilderness seemed untouched by modernity.
Yet, he recalled a smoldering fire he had stumbled upon during his travels, suggesting that there must be some primal hunter-gatherer population nearby.

“What kind of people could inhabit this wild place?” he pondered.
The idea of encountering others both excited and unnerved him. Would they be friendly? Hostile? Or perhaps they were as lost as he was in this untamed world?

"Either way, the only option is to keep moving forward,” he thought, motivating himself.

As he looked around the clearing, something caught his eye—no, someone.
He squinted, focusing on the figure at the edge of the clearing. It was another human, a girl, standing there quietly.
Her presence was unexpected and intriguing, and a rush of curiosity washed over him.

She appeared hesitant, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of wonder and caution.

Draco’s heart raced.

This was the first human he had seen in this wilderness.

Would she be an ally or a foe? As their eyes met, the weight of uncertainty hung in the air, and Draco felt a flicker of hope mingled with trepidation.