Chapter 2: White Place
"Hm? Why am I like this? What the hell is going on?"
While I asked myself these questions, I started to feel my body improving, allowing me to move and get out of that position. I could feel something different—it felt heavier than the body I used to have, which gave me a strange sensation.
After calming down a bit due to the situation, I looked at my hands with a calmer tone and observed them for a few seconds.
It seemed like I was wearing some kind of gauntlet because my hands looked so white, while my fingers looked like bone pieces forming pointy fingertips. When I closed my left hand, I felt something odd—it wasn’t fluid like normal fingers. I felt stiffness, like I was wearing gloves.
With that simple gesture of closing my hand, I could feel the hardness of my fingers. I could still feel touch sensitivity, like a normal hand with no protection.
Surprised by how vivid my senses were, and shifting my attention a bit from my hand, I looked at my forearm more clearly. It didn’t seem human, yet it had smooth white skin.
Thinking more about my hands, I could only remember scales, but only my hands had that shape—my arm still looked "normal", something close to human.
Getting a better sense of what was going on, I couldn’t help but think, "Am I in another world or something?"
With emotions seeming like they were about to take over, I felt the usual calmness that always dominated me. I glanced around, not moving my head much but turning my eyes to the corners, and realized where I was.
"This... if it’s really what I think... this is the throne room where I always closed the program after sitting on the throne." That was a habit I had because I liked doing those roleplays and disconnecting here instead of just logging out in a boring way.
With that in mind, I rested my hands on the throne and try pushed myself up. As I did, I felt a dizziness as if the ground was collapsing.