Letting a ferocious smile on my face. Cornering the tree and crouching to get a better leaping power. I ready my clawed hand behind me. For the first one I shall aim at an instant kill. Focus. 

Having the power in my legs explode I surge forward with incredible speed. I would have been startled by the velocity I achieved if [Unshakable Mind] was not controlling my emotions. In a flash I was in front of the closest wolf. 

The unsuspecting Canine was close enough so I let out something akin a drawn back uppercut. The difference is that it was more like a slash than a punch. With my claws outstretched my hand slides through the creature's neck with ease. But I had not thought out this in detail as I still had momentum and I rammed into the profusely bleeding sob. Hitting my side as my right hand was still in the air after the hit. With a shift of balance I am somehow able to stabilize myself and not follow the pup tumbling on the ground.

When I find my footing I lift my gaze towards the rest of the group. The two being startled by all the noise and assessing what has happened glare at me with murderous intent. Being stared at with such I would find it disconcerting to say the least if it was in normal circumstances , but at the moment all I feel is different kinds of instincts rushing to be let free. The forerunners being battle instinct and survival instinct. But I deem that [Primal Instinct] is not meant to be used like I do. Only letting out one at a time. No it is meant to be a mix and match so that I can come to the best outcome of any given situation.

It’s like this. If I let my battle instinct let loose , I would be too immersed in the heat of combat that I may miss an impending danger that is laying in wait somewhere. So I let go of categorizing the different instincts and allow all of them to flow in a controlled stream in me. Letting it guide me not control me.

The moment I did was like a floodgate opening. All kind of information streaming in me but not overwhelming me neither hindering me. Just enhancing every sensation and sense that I have.

Looking at the wolves that have started rushing towards me. I feel nothing but indifference. Even without me controlling my emotions. They are slow. That is the only thing that I can call them. The first one leaping towards me with slobbering nozzle trying to rip my throat out. Stretching my left hand out I place it on the left side of the snout and just turn it to the right.

*crack*

There was a crack. It’s neck broken. Feeling a little weird because I had only the intention to turn its face away from me. I underestimated my power. I had moved slowly and precisely but that is through my eyes. The wolf most probably never saw me move. The last of the group still foolishly tries to kill me, I just ends its life with a jab to its scalp. My claws piercing it like it's made of butter. With that my first battle ends.

Now to reflect. The first thing I found out is that I can’t blindly trust my instincts. In the first attack I was pumped full of predatory and battle instincts and thought nothing than to kill my opponent. The result was I almost fell and put myself in a disadvantageous position. The second being finding the right way to use [Primal Instinct]. Not to limit it to one aspect.

The most important of my finding however is that I had a big misconception of [Unshakable Mind]. At first I thought that it just shut off all things that can meddle with my mind. That it killed my emotions and didn’t let my instincts take over. That was incorrect. In reality it suppressed them to the limit. At the beginning of the fight the rush of excitement. Was me involuntarily letting excitement flow through me because that is what I was expecting of the fight.

With that in mind I let my constrained emotions flush out of me. And I felt fear, excitement , feeling of power and a lot of insecurities fighting for supremacy. That is to be expected the first three are the result of the battle and the latter is my default but amplified as I am in a new world with no guarantee that I would survive in the next five minutes.

Feeling a little disgusted of myself. I dampen the insecurities to a minimum. If I left them be they would hinder my every movement and I would accomplish nothing again. But I don’t kill them in their entirety. They are needed especially in world like the one I think this one is. Insecure person is not good , but a perfectly secure one is out of the question too. I think the Incubus race learned that lesson for me.

Sitting down at the damp bloody ground but paying it no mind. I start fiddling with my emotions. Nothing serious lowering negative ones. Moderating positive ones that could turn negative if in access. This kind of stuff. After about five minutes I am done.

Getting up and looking around spreads a sad picture before me. Three wolves each in their out pool of blood. That made me notice two things.

 The first being I am clean. I mean there is no blood or the sticky mana liquid anywhere on me. I would find this weird if not for a spark of memory that let me know what is going on. Basically it’s a natural ability of the Incubus. At the beginning they were not like this but being a sex demon entails a lot of sticky situations. And to clean themselves they used a life magic called Clean. What it does is literally as the name states. The incubus all using the magic millions of times in their lifespan it somehow integrated itself in their DNA. so they became a race that is always clean no matter what.

Of all the magic they could integrate in their DNA it had to be the simplest of all. Well I won’t complain it is useful. The second thing I noticed is …..  I am naked. How I didn’t notice this until now is beyond me. Looking down I saw something that pleased me immensely. As expected of a sex demon race. The tools of their trade are superb.

That aside. Leaving the dead wolves here pooling blood is dangerous. So I use the prided magic of the Incubus. Clean. And I feel the air freshening, there is no smell of blood anymore. The pools of blood disappear and I go as far as to ‘clean’ the blood inside the wolves bodies.

As for how I did all that. Instinct. The magic system of this world is apparently instinct based or image based. As for the names for the magic they are a helping hand. A guide to help you built a solid image in your mind. There are even chants but are only used in a learning phase as kids.

Me having [Primal Instinct] is an all cheat.Making me genius in everything but in magic it shows the most. If I have enough mana and know what I want to do , I just have to let my instincts guide me and it will happen.

So me being naked before three wolves and me having three different crafting skills, there is one outcome. Choosing the wolf with the least damaged fur first. It being the one with a broken neck, not that I would leave the other two. I have to start with skinning it. Not knowing what I'm doing I’ll just let [Primal Instinct] [Genius Artisan] and [Master of all Craft] take care of it.

And take care of it they did. All I had to do was make cuts at right places, apply pressure here and there and start skinning it. I make it sound easy but if I had to learn from scratch with no help what so ever? I think it would have taken me years to take out a hide with this little damage done on it.

Now then done with the first one I move to the others. It took little over thirty minutes to finish with all of them. With more practice I will do it faster. Looking at the three pelt and thinking of what to do with them , but there are not a lot of options. So I settle on a tribal design. One with wolf head as a hood. I won’t make a vest or shirt. Only a cloak with a hood and short for the bottom. As for shoes I have to find a way to harden the leather. AH! I got it. This should work.

For the cloak there really wasn’t much to do only make the shape and find something to hold it on me. For that I use a vine that I found near by. On it I used [Peerless Enchanter] for the first time. Now getting a clear image of what I want - It has to be tough but flexible. Repeating that in my mind. I feel mana flowing through me into the vine and solidifying there. Looks like it was a success.

If there was a prompt like a game, there would be [Toughness Up] or something akin to that. Opening a hole on both sides of the shaped hide I thread the vine through it and making a knot on both sides so that it doesn’t get out. For the finish I have to enchant it with something.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Thinking of what to enchant it with. I chose something simple because of my previous enchant I learned that enchanting takes a lot of mana. Usually enchanting is done with some kind of catalyst but I have no such thing. I also feel that pure mana enchants are better but not everyone can do it. At least based on the memory crystal.

So thinking in these lines I chose self-cleaning and small self repair. Those are the most used and least draining enchants , says the memory crystal. Setting a clear image of what I want to do. I push mana into the cloak and feel it seeping into it. It takes a lot longer and drains me of so much mana that I feel like I will pass out.

Finally done , I let out a long sigh. Least draining like hell. The toughness up one was at least a thousand times easier. That being said that was on an item a hundred times smaller and it was just a composition change, this one is a continuous effect so it is to be expected to be more draining.

Ugh. Mana deprivation is like severe sleep deprivation, on top of that a feel a hole in my stomach like I haven’t eaten in weeks. I just ate an hour ago. Well you can’t argue with your body. You can but it’s not advisable. Looking at the wolves, they look mighty delicious at the moment. Gathering sticks and wood pieces as fast I can. Making a little pile I cast (Ignite) life magic and in the pile a fire has started.

I feel even worse after that. Anyway how do I even cook this thing. For now I cut a leg off and place it over the fire and wait. After some time when I feel it's ready, I take it of the fire and take a piece to try. What can I say , it’s not bad. That however is maybe only for me because I cheated a little and shut of most of my negative sensations before eating. So I can say with ease it is good for me.

After finishing a whole wolf I am stuffed. After just laying on the ground for some time and waiting for my mana to fully recover, I get to work again. So what I need to do for the shorts is find a suitable sewing material but as I am in the forest I have to improvise. I’ll take a vine and split in thin strings enchant them and done.

Making the shorts and enchanting them with the same thing as the cloak took about half an hour. To rest and refill mana supply took another fifteen minutes. Last was the shoes this is going to take the most time and most mana. First I made sole sewing few pieces of leather together and using Hardening enchant on the bottom piece to make it stable and softening enchant on the top to make it comfortable for the foot. The rest I did almost entirely on instinct because it is fucking hard to make. Finishing I added final enchantment of self-repair and cleaning as well as softening once more.

Finishing that I felt like dying so I finished the last wolf. If I continue eating at this pace I have, I will have to hunt food 10 times my body size everyday. That however is unlikely to happen as I am almost done with making my gear. All that’s left is a backpack and a weapon. So I made them as fast as I could. The backpack took the last pelt and I made a bone dagger enchanted with hardening filled with most of my mana.

I didn’t think this through, now I have no food and am mana deprived. Ugh. I have to expand my mana capacity soon. At the moment it is still at the level of a newborn Incubus maybe a little more. Even if that is so , it is still almost as much as untrained adult human. So It is only relatively small.

Now then. Donning my new equipment I get ready to find more food and I have to find a water source soon. Pulling on my hood sends a shiver down my spine. Ha ha. I must look so cool, now I want to find some water to see my reflection. Now that I think about it I don’t even know how I look. Onward.

Going around the forest relying on my instincts I scavenge food and go to where I feel there might be a river. Walking for about half an hour , I have had my fill with fruits and am not hungry anymore. Hearing the sound of water I go there. 

It’s a shallow river , the current in slow. There are fishes swimming against it but as I just stuffed myself. I don’t feel like fishing. Maybe later for now let’s see how I look.

Going closer to the river a little excitement climbs my stomach. Heh. Lo and behold for I am the wolf chief. Looking at the reflection I see a boy who has half his face covered with a black wolf head, the other being in the shadow. The hood continues down and becomes a coat of the whole black wolf. The front legs of the wolf following the hands of the boy. The rest is free-flowing with the exception of a vine that keep it all together. On his legs are simple leather pants and boots.

“Heeeh. So I was little , I just thought everything's bigger in this world, especially the wolves. So this is the pinnacle of the Incubus race. I thought it would be more like mmm , mature would be the right word. What would the reason be for this body. I can feel it’s built for the pinnacle of agility but still. It is even full-grown. Well, now for the grand reveal. Ah!?”

Being a little surprised was an understatement. After I removed my hood I could just stare blankly at the water. What is this? Is this even fair?! What was before me could only be said as perfect. I know everyone has preferences and if one like one thing may not like another but this. It could not be explained in words. Something that you would just want to gaze for time immemorial.

It was a boys face that is for sure. Even if everybody finds it as beautiful you would know that it is a male. With perfect symmetry it displayed purplish eyes that could just suck you in and not let go. Perfect white skin and rosy lips. Being forced to acknowledge that this was a male with all the feminine features is a paradox in itself.

Being lost in my own eyes for a few moments, I turn to look at the rest of my features. My eyebrows are just slightly curved and my hair is pure black that flows down straight down and flows like silk at the same time.

Just admiring myself for a while I finally get out of my stunned state. So this is the pinnacle of the Incubus race. I get it. If it had been a feminine face, someone who likes rough features would not like it and vice versa. There are others examples but this one is the most prominent. But this face has everything. Maturity in the eyes , childishness in the face,  sternness in the brow , femininity and softness in lips and many more if you search for it you can find something you like, even if you try not to.

So this is what thousand of years of controlled breeding and forced evolution gets you. The Incubus may have been stupid in political sense but they were pure geniuses in biology. I can only applaud them and thank them for the generous gift they didn't even know they were making.

“With this face world domination is but a small matter. Ha ha Ha. Not that I have any such ambitions. Still for now let us find civilization.”

Trying my hardest and tearing my eyes off from my reflection I start walking against the river current. That was how you find a populated town If I remember correctly. Close to a water source.

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P.S.

whomightub3 you are totally correct and thx for the criticism. It is the reality that my grammar sucks so does my writing style and you would bleed out of your eye sockets if you see an unedited version. It is sad however that I can not fix that in a short amount of time. I try to expand my vocabulary but it doesn’t work out that well. Not being about to bring the best out of my story saddens me the most. As for the clone-account review - I feel you , I have no faith in humanity either :D.

P.P.S.

If you haven’t noticed I kind of suck at describing things but still I try to bring a little depth in the story and I forget a lot of things and miss out on stuff that I should have written but forgot . So for those who at the moment are like - “Wtf the mc is a shota fuck this shit!”. At least it's only the third chapter. I totally forgot to write how he looked like because I had an imagine in my head. Oh and just so that we are on the same page the mc is 20 years of age mentally and the body is full-grown and *this is a little spoiler* more than fifty years old. So be warned I haven’t used English for anything more than the extend of reading something since 8th grade which was more than 7 or 8 years ago. I am sure I have missed something again. Ugh. I feel like my ps is longer than the chap. That’s fucked up :D