Nullpoint69 village, a village mostly made of farmers, blacksmith and the like, surrounded by a range of mountains and waterfalls.

A simple house made of wood, bricks and tile sat beside a shallow stream.

“Mac, get up and get to work!” A loud shout woke a class 1 overweight young man from his deep sleep. An old woman that tended to walk with an odd gait, yelled at her slave’s room.

On a bed made of straws and beast skin, the man yawned while complaining again what a drag his life was, no fans or air conditioners. He wondered for the Nth time, How? Why?  

He began reminiscing again, he lived in a large city filled with 40 story buildings; under construction elevated railways and the general hustle and bustle of an urban lifestyle.

All day long, he would travel or play on his computer—quirks of being an online platform entertainer, vlogger, gamer, comedian and an author. 

‘Ahh that was life!’ 

He wouldn’t say he worked hard for it after all everything he did was fun and he enjoyed every minute of it. Although he wouldn’t say he didn’t suffer for it. Dropping out of college to pursue his dreams, erupted a huge fight in his family and he was almost disowned; although there was one more major reason, remembering her face…

Mac sighed again and shook his head.

His family refused to talk to him, and he moved out shortly after he turned 20--but he regretted none of it.

He was stubborn and creative but his major plus point has always been his courage.

What did he get to show for it? after 4 years, he reached the highest point of his life by getting a monster mid-luxury car like the Land Rover Range Rover Evoque before the age of 25. No one within his social circle were anywhere close to achieving his lifestyle. It made him proud.

*Sighs* “Finally, everything came to an end because of this..’, He murmured as he held the tiny idol of an indiscernible figure hanging down his neck.

That day, he was transported to this world through a wormhole or whatever it was.

9 Months later, the events of his prior life seemed to be a dream.

Looking around his cramped, shabby shack and feeling the cramps from all the hard work, he realised this was certainly hell, and he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Speaking of which, 9 months have passed already! Although it felt like years to him.

His broken body was found and “treated” by the elderly couple who are the owners of the only blacksmith in the tiny village. Both of them treated him like a servant and he endured it all. Although they didn’t hesitate to stuff him with food.

‘I don’t get it. They treat me like trash but feed me like a King. Should I be angry or greatful?’

Mac pulled out the dull and worn-down edges of a book he brought with him from Earth.

‘God! It took me such a long time to get a hang of their language!’

The village was not very sophisticated, so many villagers would spend their entire lives without a proper name. They were illiterate and shunned books like a plague. This allowed him to hog what paltry sum of books remained in the village for himself.

‘It’s a pity that the books are too brief and I could only gain a vague understanding of this world.’

“Soon, I can leave all this behind and roam this new world.” Since he was thrust into this unknown world for no apparent reason, he needed to live a good life, no, a better life than his last. Only then would he be satisfied.

At this moment, he thought back to his accident. He was near death and exhausted, when he was found by the old couple. They treated him, “took care/stuffed” him like a doll. But before he could feel thankful for their actions, he discovered the truth. 

The old couple only treated him as a free slave. They left all the hard labour work in the blacksmith to him. When he came back tired, he was always given a king size food made of so many different plants that he felt like a cow munching on straws forever. God forbid if he left any leaf lying around, they did not like it when he “wastes” food. 

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The first month was the hardest, he was thrust into a strange world were people spoke unknown languages.  He was weak and struggling to come to terms with his situation—In short he had nowhere to go. He could only go with the flow and accept everything the old couple did to him. Any resistance was labelled "disloyal bastard," and the old couple were extraordinarily strong for someone so old, so he could not resist without being thrashed. He was 27 years old, and being beaten against his will, without resisting was doing a number on his pride. In the end, he clandestinely licked his wounds while counting down to the day when his escape plan was meant to succeed, enduring painfully.

In the meantime, he started studying everything he could about the language used in this planet in preparation for his eventual escape. Although it proved tough, as most books were poorly maintained and scarce. He would have to travel all the way to the nearest city, if he wanted to better understand everything about this planet.

Due to his meek personality, the villagers continued to call him a “Yomi” Which was a derogatory term for weak slaves.

The old lady shouted for a while. Upon noticing the lack of reaction, she rushed in and began swinging her walking stick, striking him mercilessly. “Lazy Yomi! Is this how you repay our generosity? I knew you’d turn out to be an ungrateful bastard!”

Mac was thinking about his past life, so his thoughts were momentarily a mess. He suddenly stood up and snatched the walking stick, glaring at the old woman.

The old woman’s eyes twinkled in a mysterious light. However, she remained as imposing as before. “Alright, kid, we’ve nursed you with so much care, yet you still want to be unreasonable! I’ll wait for my husband to wake up. He’ll know how to straighten a dog’s tail. Just remember, if you don’t work, you don’t sleep!” With that, she turned around and left.

After she left, Mac tossed aside the walking stick and sighed heavily. He arrived by the stream, washed his face and whispered to the tiny jade idol hanging under his neck, “Little idol, you’ve answered my dying breath and brought me here. Saving me from death. Now, I’ve already healed. I don’t want to stay here any longer. Wish me luck and bless me with a smooth journey ahead.”

The villagers all knew that Mac would never be far from his strange pet, A monster, that he created using the power of creation, about 2 months back when he had a vision from the gods, during the darkest point of his life. 

The monster had a glossy pitch black body and was covered in transparent liquid that drips on the ground from time to time. The care that Mac had given it was evident. However, it was a little coward. It had the tail of a python, and there was a slight bulge in its belly as if it was nurturing a new life in its womb. 

The monster turned its head at Mac before standing up and rubbing its head on his leg like a cat. Mac mounted his pet in an awkward manner, being careful not to slip over its slimy hide. The monster slowly made its way towards the village exit.

Atop his pet, Mac raised his head. The sun shined very brilliantly with just the right amount of warmth that the one back on Earth lacked. Like an ordinary traveller, he began playing a tune using his roughly made wooden flute.

The sounds of the flute echoed through the morning mist. The village behind him began to slowly rise from their sleep.

Green grass covered the ground like a mattress below the hill, and the surrounding greenery was abundant and alive.

Using the first glimmers of daylight in the east, Mac looked west. The mountains rose and fell in an unending fashion, and the myriad mountains stood in the distance. It was said that not only were there wolves, tigers, and leopards, but there were even extinct dinosaurs and dangerous demons from folk tales. He had heard that these demons could even speak with humans..

‘Talking animals…Go figure. I’d love to meet one… if it doesn’t eat me first..’

Mac had little knowledge of the geography of this planet because he had never seen a proper map in the town. He was just aware of how enormous the rivers and waterways were and how lofty the mountains and valleys were. These locations would be dangerous, but there was also a wonderful new world waiting for him to discover.

Mac had already made up his mind. He wanted to leave. In the end, he patted the monster’s back.

“Little Pet, You’ve grown up now, and completely useless. If I sell you, they’ll definitely butcher you for your meat. The world is huge, so you should go. There are many rabbits but also many tigers in the mountains, so do be careful.”

At a time like this, the smartest decision would be to sell the monster and gather some money for travelling. He would have something to rely on once he arrived at the nearest city. At the very least, he would not just starve to death on the streets. However, he refused to do that.

This was a being he had personally given life to. He literally shaped him out of mud and transformed him into a living, breathing creature. Never mind, that he had no idea how he managed such a miracle.

At this point Mac heard a small voice in his mind, “You are the only one that cares for my wellbeing, If you abandon me, where will I go?”

“Theres a whole wide world out there, There will always be a new fish waiting—Waaa!” Mac answered instinctively, but his voice soon cut off to a scream. He looked at the monster with widened eyes as he felt all the hairs on his body stand up. He jumped back, and exclaimed, “You can talk?! You are a demon!”

The monster turned and coiled around him; confining him with its long slender body and whispered...