3 MONTH LATER
"HAHAHA!" He laughed heartily. "I never thought I could walk!" he added as he walked through the mud. In his previous world, frogs couldn’t walk freely even if they had two legs.
"The creatures here are truly different, even the frogs," he marveled. "They have abilities too. I wonder what other abilities this body has."
For three months, all he did was hunt for food and sleep. Fortunately, he quickly evolved, shedding his skin and growing two bumps that turned into legs. He now looked like a chicken with a tail, his skin smooth and flawless, and he was about the size of a cat but green in color.
Now, he felt confident in himself. He was confident he could run and escape if danger arose. He also had enough skill to avoid harm.
At first, he felt awkward because he was used to swimming for the past three months, but over time, he became adept at walking. It was exhilarating to experience walking again, just like when he was still human.
Now, he was practicing jumping. At first, he couldn’t lift his own weight, and even when he managed to jump, he couldn’t balance his body. After many trials and errors and a whole day of practice, he finally learned to jump and maintain his balance.
"Finally, I can jump too," he thought to himself. He remembered when he still had a tail and was just a small tadpole, always hiding while hunting for food and running from danger. Now, with two legs, he felt more confident in escaping threats.
"Let me try," he thought, bracing himself. With all his might, the veins in his legs convulsed, and he pushed off the ground.
He laughed. "I can jump at least 200 centimeters now! And my vision—though I was nearsighted before, I can now see as clearly as a human. Back when I was a tadpole, my eyesight was so limited. 
He leaped with powerful force. Who was going to catch him now?
Not far away, he spotted his prey—a rat-like creature gnawing on grass. Using his three eyes, he could see it clearly. He crept forward, then jumped, his mouth wide open, ready to strike.
The rat jolted and dashed away. Fang Mu missed his first hunt.
"Fuck," he muttered. He was still adjusting to his new form. Hunting wasn’t as easy as before—back when he was in the water, he could catch prey much more efficiently.
"I need to get used to this," he thought, striding forward. He probably looked like a strange chicken with a tail as he crept around, the buzzing of insects filling the air around him.
"Fuck, get away from me!" he growled as an insect the size of a finger buzzed annoyingly close. He looked at it in irritation. "I said, get away!"
But instead of words, a croak came out.
Frustrated, he thrashed left and right, trying to get rid of the insect.
"Get out!" he shouted again, but this time, something unexpected happened.
A long, sticky tongue shot out of his mouth and snatched the insect with ease.
"The fuck?!" he gasped, staring in shock. His tongue was so long that catching an insect had been effortless. He was finally realizing it—he was a frog now. Different, yes, but still a frog.
A wave of disgust and shock hit him. He had just caught an insect with his tongue—and worse, he had swallowed it.
The taste? Strange, but... not bad.
Curious, he decided to test his new ability. He flicked his tongue at another insect—and missed.
He kept practicing, refining his technique.
After several tries, he finally got the hang of it.
By the time he was done, he had tasted all kinds of insects—and surprisingly, they weren’t that bad at all.
"Now, where should I go?" he wondered.
A dark plume of smoke caught his attention, sparking his interest. Thinking there might be people there, he headed toward it. He leaped quickly, each jump covering about a meter.
He laughed joyfully with each leap, feeling as if he had just been freed from a cage.
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From within the vast forests, surrounded by hills and mountains, you can see a village called Ishora. The main livelihoods in Ishora village are hunting, farming, and fishing. Despite its small size, a mere four-hour stroll is enough to explore.
This village is different from others because it cannot be easily conquered, easily. In fact, your safety is more protected here than in other towns because it is fortified by a sturdy wall standing 30 feet tall and 10 feet wide, crafted from wood, and limestone, 
The wall serves as both a shield against wild animals and a deterrent to humans, ensuring the safety and security of the Ishora Village. It took nearly three years and the effort of hundreds of individuals to construct the expansive wall encircling the entire village. 
Tower patrols diligently alternate between night and day shifts, safeguarding the village from all directions. Spanning from south to north and west to east, four towering structures, each approximately 50 feet tall, stand guard at every corner of Ishora Village.
These towers provide an advantage to the guards on duty. They can quickly spot intruders lurking in the darkness, and they often deter dangerous animals from attacking the villagers. 
Beside Ishora Village flows the Igusla River, which gently flows beside the village. This is the source of clean water for the people and water for irrigating the rice fields. They can also make a well and place it inside Ishora Village, connecting its water from the Igusla River to the well. The water of the Igusla River is crystal clear and reflective like a mirror, reflecting the surroundings and the sky above.
In the Igusla River, you can see various species of fish swimming gracefully beneath the surface, their movements creating ripples that dance across the water. People also get fish from here for their food.
In the vast plains beside Ishora Village, many farmers can be seen planting rice. Despite the scorching heat, the farmers are content with their lives and happy and healthy. Not far away from the farmhouse, there were two figures—a youth and an old man—who delivered something.
"Marlon, how are you? Hurry up, we need to finish this before lunchtime. "Ordered by Rommel Hurriedly while picking up in both of his hands 2 gallons of water, they went to a nearby barn to stack up the goods. He was standing tall at 190 cm, well-built, older, with a crooked nose, a small eye, a long beard, and brown skin. 
Despite his age, he was still strong and vigorous. Rommel is an ex-veteran hunter who retired because of an injury to his abdomen. Rommel is a top elite who should have become an elder by now, but he sustained an injury while fighting a monster.
 "Wait, Rommel,Rommel this is heavy; I need help,"  sweat of beads dripping from his forehead of youth with a flushing face and heavy breathing. Behind him is the young man, who stands tall at 165 cm and is thin and petite, even though you can see his baby face and young appearance. 
He is stronger than what you think Marlon can lift three sacks of grain of rice simultaneously in his back. He was a trainee hunter under Rommel's guidance because hard work and training in daily life increased his strength and power, but now he was under pressure because he lifted up 4 sacks of rice in his back rather than the 3 sacks of rice he usually does.
 "You're still young; you can do it," Rommel chuckled and teased, offering encouragement to Marlon despite his struggles. 
"How can you say that? I'm the one who's suffering," Marlon retorted, his exhaustion evident.
 "I am only a 1 week Trainee under your guidance, but your training is the same training that elites usually do, added Marlon, complaining about the hard training the old man had given 
"Stop complaining; this is part of your training; you should easily become an official hunter as soon as possible," said Rommel.
 "Training? All I see is suffering," Marlon wailed, expressing his frustration and fatigue. Marlon wailed, his voice trembling with desperation and fear, tears streaming down his cheeks.
 "I'm only a trainee, not officially recognized as a hunter. If this continues after two weeks, I'm sure I'll be dead." Each word he uttered carried the heavy burden of his reality, plunging him deeper into a pit of uncertainty and hopelessness, leaving him feeling utterly lost and powerless. The resonating chime of a bell echoes across the entire farm, signaling a significant event or gathering for all its inhabitants.
"The food will be ready in 10 minutes. So get ready!" shouted an elderly woman with a small bell in her hand, inviting everyone to the table filled with various dishes, some of which were still vacant. "Rommel. Let's go," a farmer declared, leaving his fieldwork behind. 
"I'm coming," Rommel replied, hastening to join the others. Amidst the bustling scene of farmers eagerly gathering for the meal, Marlon hesitated, feeling a pang of anxiety. 
"Wait," Marlon interjected anxiously.
 "Oh, Marlon, bring that sack to the barn before joining us for lunch," Rommel instructed hurriedly before making his way to the dining area. 
"What!" Marlon exclaimed, his voice on the verge of tears. As Rommel arrived at the lunch area, he observed the lively atmosphere, with farmers chatting joyfully about their chores, boasting about their yields, and playfully interacting with their partners. 
As Marlon neared the end of delivering the four sacks to the barn, he took a moment to sit and catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead, before hurrying to catch up with Rommel. Luckily, the meal preparation was still ongoing, and they hadn't started eating yet. 
"Ohh... oooh," Marlon panted heavily as he arrived. "Marlon, you made it!" Rommel chuckled teasingly. "Hmm," Marlon responded with a grimace. 
"Heh,heh," Rommel laughed playfully."
"Where's Maria?" The elderly woman asked Rommel. She stood at 167 cm tall, with blue eyes, gray hair, slight wrinkles beside her eyes, a round face with brown skin, and a busty body.
"I saw her by the river with her child, fishing," a farmer replied. "Sigh, there goes Maria again, avoiding her work. My back and waist will ache later," an elderly woman complained, patting his waist jokingly.
"Haha, Aunty Elda, are you getting old?" Marlon teased alongside Rommel.
 "What did you say, Marlon? Maybe you won't get any food! I'm not old yet; I'm only 47 years old," Elda retorted with a playful frown, teasing Marlon back. 
"I was just kidding, Aunty Elda. What I meant was that someone as beautiful as you should find a partner before it's too late. Many men would come to win your hand. It's a waste to let your beauty fade with time," Marlon nervously explained. 
"Hmph, if I were to marry, it should be someone decent, generous, and, above all, hardworking," Elda replied. The farmers laughed, enjoying the banter between Marlon and Elda. 
"Right, right," Marlon anxiously agreed. If he didn't calm Elda's mood, maybe he wouldn't get any food.
"Alright, enough chatting; let's eat! Fall in line properly—everyone will be served. The boiled cow is almost ready," Elda declared. The farmers happily lined up, gathering around the small dining area to enjoy their meal to their heart's content.
Unbeknownst to them, a being was about to arrive that would change their simple way of life forever.