I was salivating just after consuming soulful pure disgust through my eyes. I wish I had mastered eye of immolation so I didn't had to suffer to that sorry state. As that giant creepy slug would have incenerated at my sight itself. But I doubt will any of my former world's master could have stood a chance against that thing. Maybe it's ugliness would have foamed them to death prior to fight.
All that was okay but the hunger was real so the danger and my weakness was real. The possibility of me eating that wyrm like monster should have been zero if they didn't knew my absurd luck for survival. Which kept me and sustained me alive till now. And that feat itself is no short of miracle. But wishing for another miracle while not seeming greedy was a challenge in itself. My innards were twisted with hunger. Its been nearly a week that I had nothing not even drizzle of water. Except for the saliva that I kept regurgiting for a long while now. As if to fool my body in thinking that it drank water. But even if somehow I managed to grab a measely morsel for the upkeep of my body. By consuming the wyrm in a what if scenario what would I possible drink to satiate my thirst. While I was contemplating this it completely feasted on that morbid of a living being leisurely. The creature was big enough for it. That even after engulfing it took a while for the wyrm to chew and masticate to the extent of swallowing. That span was the window for my gratuity to be expressed in a chain of thoughts and . To salivate over my demise. But the size of the wyrm made even a ridiculous plausibilty possible in that situation. That it can possibly overlook me. As for the mountainous wyrm I am nothing but a grain. The size difference was so massive that even if I ran shouted. Even though as of now my body isn't capable of before mentioned activities. But hypothetically if I could in its plain sight. The disturbance caused would be so insignificant that it noticing me would be. Definitely ploy of demons itself.
Voilla
It set its humongous eyes in my direction which was enough for me to realise as a prey. That predator had set its eyes on me. This time my body froze with pure terror. The giant snake like wyrm advanced. The speed was so fast that. As if it was under water-
Slash
Thudddddddd
In an instant it got slit in half as the naked banana clusters secreted a transparent thread as self defence but the site of the defence mechanism was in complete opposite direction. As the defence mechanism of that ugliness was in my direction. What could be the reason I couldn't figure out. Because I am not familiar with the shear ugliness and even if it is saviour of my life unintentionally. I am against it even at cost of my future lives. Staking the future is a traditional practice of my village as Agingzen practice. But that tale is for another day. The invisible rope was visible as the blood of that giant wyrm was dripping down. Due to its absurdly large size the splash of blood as it was slit felt like a heavy downpour of water as it eroded the sand away. Resulting my fall on face bruising my nose.
The fall didn't felt painful as the possibility of me eating that wyrm existed as the similarity in face with fish. Could have been a sign for it being edible. Due to high speed the halves of corpses were at days apart. But thankfully due to erosion I was swept towards the corpse. Without lifting a leg but bruising my nose was the cost of free transport service.
The shear span of the corpse of one halves as long as ten times the only city I know. Even just to taste the meat I would probably have to climb mountain as the scales of the wyrm were hard as they seemed to be indestructible. Using my conscripted soldier days as reference first gathered the flayed thread strands which splintered out due to impact. Crafted a make do rope and harness but climbing it would have taken days. But the halve of the corpse was tilted a lot towards my side. The long black mane like whiskers were elastic enough for me to use them. Flayed the whisker and crafted a slinger gear. The crafting of this gear was taught to me personally by Viper. In case of high ground battles. But now it was used for scaling an corpse, the gear comprised of an elastic rope generating enough tension to propel user forward by tension. The condition to use it was the user must be an extremely adaptably agile which was me as throughout my life. I ran from anything I could for my survival making me the definition of requirement. I pulled the slinger and attached it with sharp flake of scale. Due to tension force in rope as I extended it. It self manuevered itself and shot itself upward. Pulling me up with a good initial speed. As I reached the mark of scale I rotated mid air dettached the scale and used the conserved force and shot it upward again. Repeating the process like an machine till my joints creaked for half a day I reached summit even with this ridiculously fast pace. At the summit there was tender flesh of wyrm as the site at which I climbed was near the rise of its appendage resulting in tender flesh. With flake of scale which was sharp enough I flayed the flesh as much as possible with little bit strength by using elasticity of whiskerrope and striking it at end of huge bone. Scraping it for dust. Due to absurd durability and elastic force of whishers the strong bone fissured and broke into pieces.
Creaking bones, malnourished self, thirsty throat I wet my mouth by squeezing out remaining moisture from my throat. I lit a fire by spinning the long bone fragment on shorter one lighting it up eventually. Atlast skewered the flesh on the scale roasted it on fire. The fire burnt was weird it burnt bluish red instead of reddish yellow. Not pondering much upon it I roasted flesh and fed myself on the flesh of an unknown monster. What a feast it was the meat didn't taste like fish but instead it was bit gamy and tasted like Orc meat. The taste of Orc reminded me of my village. Even though I don't have much to reminisce about but still the warmth of the meat and fire calmed my heart a little. I flayed more meat skewered it and ate it fortunately enough while repeating it satieting my week long fright suppressed hunger. Seeing my appetite coarsing its path back to being one of the food King of the neighborhood. As in every food eating competition the winning name would always be Ideus.
After striking the bone enough after a point as the part at which I was striking it seemed to be joint end. Therefore it opened into a cavity of fluid. Thirst seduced me and I put my tounge into a unventured hole as in search of life. The marrow liquid was so thick and rich that it exhibited magical properties. It not only satieted my thirst but also healed my every injury and misalignment in the body. Making me feel reborn and continued my feast. This realm don't have concept of day and night as it is cloudy dark every moment making it cold and impossible to keep a proper track of flow of time. Then also I ate for half a day then I ended my feast with a gulp of bone marrow. At that instant panic , stress and mental fatigue my body suffered caught me. And I went in death sleep.
Snoreeeee.....