Chapter 173: Rune delivery service
The clone’s memories settled in place, the events of the past few weeks rapidly flashing through Percy’s mind.
This time, he’d ended up in the body of a semi-sentient for a change! It was a weird, gnoll-like creature – some kind of ugly humanoid racoon. Not his finest moment, but that didn’t detract from the novelty of the experience in the slightest.
Suffice to say, the creature’s tribe was quite primitive – they couldn’t even communicate without grunts and growls, nor did they have much of a civilization going for them. In the few hours Percy had deigned to spend there, he’d determined they couldn’t even build their own houses. Instead, they lived in caves, using only the most rudimentary tools made of sharpened stones and rugged bones.
Of course, Percy didn’t leave immediately.
He did spend an afternoon or so exploring the surrounding area, as he always did, in case there was anything of note. As it turned out, the mountain inhabited by his “people” was surrounded by a dense, fairly normal-looking forest, brimming with wildlife – not unlike something one might see on Remior.
As he travelled through the exotic woods, he made a point to forage for any edible fruit and nuts he stumbled upon, tossing them in a large piece of some animal’s hide he’d “borrowed” from the cave.
In the end, he didn’t find any traces of sentient life, nor any treasure worth his time. His Status didn’t contain anything particularly important either – just his host’s Orange grade and fire affinity, along with the other regulars.
‘It was worth a shot.’
Shrugging, he activated Metatron’s Decree, throwing his supplies in before jumping after them, as was his original plan. Soon, he found himself lying on the familiar metallic floor, boxed inside the world-sized cube.