Before Franklin could decide if he even wanted to fight the Deviljo it was unluckily decided for him.
Since his luck hase runn out for that day because the branch he was on decided to snap right under him. Making him fall down onto the ground.
Talking advantage of him falling the Deviljo decided to attack.
But he didn't make it that far since one of Franklins clawed wing arms hase stoped it in it's tracks. It was just a one sided fight after that.
Franklin was surprised that he could actually get the upper hand in the fight. Since he still didn't really got used to fighting with his current body.
He only stopped when the Deviljo was heavily limping and bloody. Since the sun was already up he decided to leavea and go back to his cave. Hoping heavily that there were no hunters that saw him.
The Deviljo seeing the other monster leave not even killing him but leaving him in this state angered him. But he couldn't do anything about it. Limping away and hoping that he could find something to eat so as to not starve to death.
But it didn't have that chance, since just a few hours after a group of hunters have found him.
Getting back to the cave he inspected the moss to see if it'll live. And not seeing any that started dieing yet he relaxed on top of it.
Thinking through the things that have happened so far Franklin decided that bad luck is to blame for it. Not only did he got into a fight that he didn't wanted to but now he's hungry as well.
Since the forest needs time to get back to how it was before. The only reasonable thing that he can do is hunt somewhere else for now. But where? That he still needed to think about.
While out at night he did find out that next to the Great Forest is the plains. But that's to open for hunting at night and he could be spotted as well. Not counting the big monsters it was dangerous.
The only reasonable place he could think of was the swamp area even if there is the threat of a Elder Dragon it's one he doesn't really needed to worry about. He just needed to look out for the anatural mist that company it.
And the hunters shouldn't be in that area especially at night time. Since it was a dangerous place even for them.
With his plan concluded he layed his head down to sleep.
Not knowing that if he stayed in the forest and fought longer with the Deviljo he would have been spotted by the hunters.
Franklin only woke up after the sun went down. Not wanting to wait longer he set out immediately towards the swamp to catch his food.
On the way he was surprised to hear that the noise has returned to the forest. It was a good surprise, because it meant that the Deviljo ethernet died or left. Not thinking to much about it he continued his journey.
The swamp was not a place where he would have liked to be at but hunting is something he needed to get done today. And it can't be tomorrow at all.
While flying above the swamp in the distance he saw fog spreading. That's probably where the Chameleos is located. Not wanting to stay longer after spotting a group of Aptonoth he strikes two out of the group and carries both back to the cave to eat in peace.
Finally getting to eat he relaxed inside of his cave the journey home was uneventful. After finally getting to relax and not worrying about his hunger he decided to see if he can use the frenzy virus at all.
Since the frenzy virus is the thing the gore magala is known for not knowing how to use it doesn't feel right for Franklin. Knowing that he is a possible mutant he didn't really got the feeling that he should be able to use it. Not to say he himself doesn't know much about it in general before coming to this world.
Even while concentrating he could just barley feel it inside of himself.
Putting the frenzy virus aside he decided to look throu his memories to see if he can remember what happened to make him a gore magala.
That day started just like any other, he went to work before the sun came out. That day was a slow going one, after finishing the reports he didn't have anything else to do so he went for a walk in the nearby park.
After that it was all blurry and fuzzy. One sharper memory was inside of a hospital. That in it self didn't really give much of a clue of the how. But maybe of the why?
Why he became a gore magala is probably because he died in the hospital. But why he became one is still a mistery.
He probably lost the reincarnation lottery or something. He taught, nothing else really explains it otherwise.
While thinking about it he promptly fell asleep. Still having one more Aptonoth in the cave for him to eat when he wakes up.