“他娘的！”林枫把脚底的血泡碾得更疼了些， curses provided a certain solace against the monotonous forest path. He'd already been wandering for what felt like days, if not weeks. His feet, once capable of traversing mountains like he was using them to hop over pebbles, now throbbed with every step. This body... it was a far cry from the one he'd used back in that world. No mountain-moving strength, no lightning-fast speed. Just this weak, frail human frame that seemed to require more care than a prima donna.

He sighed, kicking at another loose stone. The forest was dense, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Occasionally, a bird would cry out, or a squirrel would scurry past, but other than that, it was an auditory void. Annoying.

Just as he reached for his sword—which wasn't even here, thanks to some poor planning on his part—his fingers brushed against something hard. It was a rock, but it felt different. He bent down, wiping away the dirt with his thumb.