Slowly, Lark opened his eyes. He is still tied to the wooden crossbar. While the neon that illuminates the basement is turned off.

But strangely, he could see clearly as if he were looking from behind a Low Light Camera. He can even change his gaze to thermal sensor mode as easily as turning his palm.

Lark also found that his sense of hearing and smell increased several times over. Using a combination of these two senses he easily detected two guards smoking behind the door, along with the air temperature at 18 degrees Celsius, the airflow in the room, and other details.

Meanwhile, on his left wrist Lark found a space the size of a 40-feet container, and he instinctively knew how to send or take out items from the space.

However, the things that amazed Lark the most were his body, which was now covered in green and black scales forming a tiger stripe pattern, his hands and feet which now had claws, a tail strong enough to break a man's neck, and a row of sharp spikes on his back.

And Lark didn't panic or feel awkward about the change in his body. Instead, he felt as if he was born with that body.

Lark easily broke the straps that tied his wrists and feet as if he'd broken a thread. He then sent clothes and jungle boots which were torn due to the changing on his body, simultaneously into space on his left wrist.

As soon as he was completely naked, Lark felt a superb comfortable sensation. Then, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Time to play hide and seek."

Slowly, Lark's body turned transparent until it merged with the darkness. While in his mind he felt a very strong murderous intent, and he was deeply enjoying the sensation.

- - - - -

After dinner, Drakar rushed to the basement. He couldn't wait to see the prospective competitor of Creator Emperor.

As soon as his personal bodyguard opened the door, Drakar stepped in, and he instantly rubbed his eyes because he did not see the silhouette that should be tied to the wooden crossbar.

Two of Drakar's personal bodyguards immediately swept every corner of the room using flashlights. Meanwhile, the last one hurried over to the light switch near the entrance.

Drakar's personal bodyguard who approached the switch instantly frowned. No matter how many times he pressed the switch, the neon lamp was still not on. Until finally, two very large and strong hands flank his head from behind.

After a loud 'Crack!', the bodyguard slumped to the floor. The two other bodyguards immediately approached their fallen comrade. However, before they realized what was happening, claws the size of a combat knife slashed their nape until their necks were almost cut off.

With wide eyes, Drakar looked at his three bodyguards lying on the floor. At the same time, a silhouette of a Lizardman slowly appeared before him.

Drakar stuttered and reflexively walked backward until his back touched the wall.

"Who are you?"

"Man... We've only been apart for a few hours and you are already forgetting me."

"Y-You?" panic and question marks filled Drakar's face. "How did you turn into a Lizardman?"

"How should I know? You were the one who did the experiment."

Step by step, Lark finally arrived right in front of Drakar's nose. He then pointed to the platform in the middle of the room. "How do I get back to Earth?"

"T-This Summon Platform can only be used once, and I've killed the Magic Engineer who created it."

Drakar nervously wiped the sweat on his forehead before continuing.

"To create another Summon Platform, you need a large sum of gold and the help of an Imperial Magic Engineer from Lavik Empire."

Lark immediately let out a deep sigh before asking his next question. "How far is Lavik Empire from this place?"

"About 12,000 km, you have to go to Grane Harbour then cross Marra Ocean."

While Lark was pensive because he couldn't get back to earth immediately, Drakar made a hand symbol and screamed with all his might.

"SLAVE SCROLL ACTIVE!!"

With full anticipation Drakar waited for the activation of Slave Scroll, while Lark gave him a sharp glare.

Plaakkk!!

Lark casually slapped Drakar. However, that casual slap was more than enough to shake Drakar's heart to the deepest corner.

"Don't scream out of the blue all of a sudden!"

Lark screamed back, while Drakar wanted to cry but no tears came out.

Lark then casually explained, "When I woke up, somehow the caged sensation that enveloped my mind was gone. So it seems that I am no longer under the influence of Slave Scroll."

With a trembling voice, Drakar then begs for his life. "Don't kill me, please. I can be your advisor."

"Well, there just so happens to be a lot of things I want to ask."

Relief instantly appeared on Drakar's face, as Lark put his arm around his shoulder like an old friend.

Not long after that, Lark and Drakar were already engaged in a lengthy and warm chat.

- - - - -

Conducting clandestine operations in foreign territory is a trademark of US Green Beret. That's why Lark was not panicked or confused even though he was on an unknown land. Instead, he knew

what he had to do to survive.

He had to quickly blend and integrate with local people. To do this he needs information, money, and local clothes.

Fortunately, Lark has a magical storage space on his left wrist. So he could pack every single item in Drakar's safe and armory. He is even still able to pack some food and various other items.

And in addition to the information he needed to blend in, Drakar also gave Lark information that the locals didn't know. Given that Drakar came from a more developed continent.

After getting what he needed, Lark then broke Drakar's neck. As for the workers, maids, and guards at the villa, Lark decided to leave them quietly. Because according to Drakar, only he and his three personal bodyguards knew the origin of his arrival.

Still in his Lizardman form, Lark sits on the edge of a cliff 3 km from Drakar's villa. Silently, he pondered his situation.

Returning to Earth will become a long-term mission. However, Lark wasn't worried about it. On Earth, he has no family who would worry about his disappearance. While his colleagues at Green Beret would blame the cartel, then finish off some of them to calm their anger.

Regarding his body, Lark instinctively understood the condition of his body to the smallest detail. He realized that he still had a sense of humanity, and the change of his body into a Lizardman was the effect of Creator Dragon Crystal that fused with his body. Lark named the ability to transform into Lizardman a Shapeshifter.

When in Lizardman form, Lark can turn transparent like when ambushing Drakar's personal bodyguard. This skill he named Camouflage.

As for his saliva which he can use to paralyze living beings, Lark named this skill Paralisis. He can also apply Paralisis using the tip of his claw or tail.

Lark also has other skills which, based on the image in his mind he named those skills Bloodslave and Regeneration. Initially, he intended to test Bloodslave on Drakar. However, he canceled his intention at the last minute, and preferred to erase every possibility that could open his origins.

After analyzing the situation both inside and outside his body, Lark turned his attention to the small town at the foot of the hill. At first glance, the city is no different from any small town on Earth, except for its location which is surrounded by hills and forests.

'Time to blend in.'

Lark muttered before trotting towards the city that would become his home for a while.

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