Zoan woke up in surprise. With breath rugged and outfit disheveled, he looked around to see himself inside an unknown space, much like a room. For a few moments he dithered just to get the gist of his surroundings, but what caught him off guard the most is the heavy feeling on his chest. He cast his eyes down to see two bulging meat on his chest.

"Ahhh!!!" He let out a scream in a feminine voice he knew wasn't his.

"What the..." He darted his eyes to find something that could reflect his face. To his dismay, and partially horror, he was inside a female's body--her brown hair messy like some kind of mad woman, and the stain on the right side of her cheeks sparked a disgust in Zoan. He immediately stepped away from the full length mirror and tried to find the washroom to wash his face.

After a refreshing cold bath, Zoan exit the washroom and decided to wander around the house to look for clue of his new surroundings. He remembered the crying girl told him that she would revive her, but he never expected himself to be reincarnated. What karma...

He took a span of couple of hours to simply wander around the two room apartment. Beginning from his curiosity to a metallic structure with cold internal that used to store food inside its tummy to an object with black screen and rectangular shape which was placed on a wooden structure. All of them were different from the ones in his old world.

His phone suddenly ring. Zoan jolted and was assuming his battle pose while his eyes warily scanned the living room. The ring still cease to end, which made Zoan look for his phone and tried to answer it.

He managed to answer after the ring stopped and started again. "Hello?" He said to the device.

"Hello, Re A? Where are you? We're almost late to the dungeon. please come quick." The voice at the end of the line rant.

Zoan grimaced at the whining voice. What an audacity to command him to go somewhere when he didn't even know this caller.

"Listen, I don't know you, so goodbye." Zoan pulled the phone away from his ears and broke it with the body's hand. He suddenly winced in pain when he felt the body's hand throbbed, lines of laceration from clenching the phone strongly could be seen on the body's hand.

This body is weak, Zoan thought.

He then sauntered into the living room again. He was famished, especially when he didn't eat anything while fending off the enemies in his previous world. He decided to eat something and went to the kitchen.

Again, the amount of food inside the fridge disappointed him. What kind of human eat eggs in the morning? Eat meat if they wanna grow muscles. However, Zoan was starving so he had to make do with anything available inside the fridge, which was only three eggs and some thinly sliced bacon.

Zoan again shot the dish he just cooked for himself an unsatisfied look before digging the dish.

Suddenly the entrance door flung open and he flinched.

"Re A! How dare you cut off my call!" The woman who called him before stomped her feet inside the house. Her steps halted when she saw the messy interior of the house, accompanied with Zoan who was eating at the dinner table.

Zoan narrowed his eyes. "Don't you learn manners in school? Where's the greetings?"

The woman looked dumbstruck. She stammered a bit and massaged her temple before stepping in front of Zoan. "Listen, Re A. We have to go. The raid will begin in a few minutes and you still have the nerve to slowly eat your breakfast?" The unknown woman stormed inside his bedroom and brought something from the bedroom.

"Here, wear this. Now let's go." She pulled Zoan to the door. Surprisingly, the woman is strong that his figure was easily moved by her force. Zoan then discovered that he's short and wimpy. Or to be exact, this body he's in is. While he's grunting, he didn't notice that he's already inside the unfamiliar woman's car.

"What the hell?" Remarked by him using the body's feminine voice and frantically fumbled the interior of the vehicle.

The woman shot him a look. "Re A? Why are you so vulgar now? Did something happen?"

Zoan gazed at her and inhaled. His head was spinning--mind filled with thoughts and curiosity--but his intuitive ass told him that nothing will be done if he first didn't communicate with others.

"My mind is a mess." He internally cursed. His rude mouth had forgotten how to speak properly to people because of how long he's been on adventure with only his comrades, not needed to talk to any strangers politely and at best, he'll just stay quiet while his companions do the talking.

"A mess?" The woman glanced at him briefly, before her eyes drifted down to the clock on the dashboard, scowled, and then turned on the car and immediately departed.

"I will listen to you later. But first, we have to go."