This is messed up.

  Andreas stared at the ceiling as he lay on the plushy double bed. The room, his apparently, reeked if disinfectant and spirit that would have clogged his lungs. If they did work that is.

  Unreal

  And not because he woke up to an old man crying over his face. He had more wackier dreams than this. But this wasn't a dream. Something is wrong.

  He was hyper aware that his body, the one he possessed, was weird at best. At worst, fake. The body he was currently in felt like an imitation of what it was supposed to be. I'm uncomfortable.

  He raised his 'hands' and stared at its deep shade. It feels like wet clothes. I don't like it. What he didn't like the most was how it appeared nervous all by itself. It shuddered and shivered each second, flinched at eye contact, stutter like a locomotive.

  I feel weak and pathetic.

  To the point of nostalgia.

  But what disturbed Andreas more was the old man he first saw when he woke up. Andreas was certain he saw him somewhere.

  Dr. Temperance Brenard.

  The name had popped up immediately when he saw him. Where was he from? Wait. Wasn't he the tutorial boss of that game. We in White or something?

  It had been popular game at the time, so Andreas had tried it out. He completed it about 47.1% before got bored and went to do something else. If this wasn't a lucid dream like he wanted it to be, doesn't that mean he entered the game? Like a transmigration protagonist?

  On that note, wasn't it the norm to receive a system as a transmigrator? Where's mine?

  "Sy-sy-sy-system"

  Curse his voice. Andreas waited for something to happen. Silence. Nothing? No pop up window, no voice in his head? I've been doing it all wrong. This was a game, game mechanisms should apply.

  Andreas lips trembled before they parted. "Who-who-who am I?" Curse my voice. But finally, a green, bordering radioactive, panel floated in front of him.

  ...what?

  The status part was familiar, nostalgic even, but all the rest was new to him. Did the game get such an update? He didn't think so. If it had, it would have been the talk of the city.

  Then it must be the transmigrator package. "Wha-wha-wha-what kind of tra-tra-tra-transmigrator package is thi-thi-thi-this?" Andreas stuttered as he sat upright.

  What is this Prey nonsense? Although his memory wasn't trustworthy, Andreas was quite certain that it was supposed to be the species the player picked. Like elf, drake, human or something. What in the world is prey?

  Also, that skill. Was it responsible for Dr. Brenard's nervousness? Doesn't matter.

  Now that he is in this mess, he needed to get stronger to get by. This wasn't a sunshine rpg. It earned the title "Dark Soul's player's cannon trauma" If he didn't get stronger quickly, he's fucked.

  I need to get as much mutation potential as possible to advance quickly. Andreas stood from the bed and paced around the white room.

  But how am I supposed to do that? And what advancements belong to 'Prey'? It would have been easier if he had a normal species ? and was the game protagonist ?

  Hold on. Game protagonist? Come to think of it , I'm in the tutorial area already. The game starts after customization.

  It starts as the Fawkes Bureau break into the facility. It gave players choices of joining the Bureau, killing Bureau members, or simply running away.

  But it seem that the facility was or is going to be raised anytime soon. That must mean the game protagonist isn't here yet. When will they be?

  Andreas' footsteps echoed as he increased his pace. What did the introduction say? That accursed unskippable intro, what did it say?

  I can't remember.

  Try as he might, his patchwork memory and atom-sized attention span betrayed him.

  Let's not worry about the ? protagonist ? for now. I need to worry about myself.

  What do average transmigration protagonist do when they find themselves in ? weak ? bodies such as his? Of course, they trained!

  Andreas stopped pacing and slowly dropped flat onto the floor. Now or never.

  He planted his palms and heaved slightly before lifting his upper body upwards, then downwards in a push up.

  "Hah~ Hah~ Hah~"

  Is a chimera body supposed to be this weak?

  Maybe it's because it was born a few hours ago, but Andreas was slobbering like a dog. Surprisingly, he wasn't hungry or sweating, just exhausted.

  Weak as it is, it's convenient.

  Andreas stood up weakly and slogged to his bed.

  I need sleep.

  Three hours into transmigration, Andreas collapsed three quarters of the way to his bed and slept like a log

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