The bird-headed, human-bodied demon adjusted to the aftereffects of teleportation, and as his vision gradually returned to his eyes—
Looking at the surroundings, which seemed overly plain and unadorned, he instinctively remained on guard for a while. Once he confirmed there was no danger nearby, he immediately sighed from the bottom of his heart:
"This place is way too shabby, isn't it?"
"There isn't even a room??"
However, thanks to related information having been spread through the Primordial World beforehand,
he soon accepted reality.
He understood that he was currently in another world, and also understood that this so-called Novice Village had nothing but walls around its perimeter—not even a single brick or wooden plank.
At the same time,
he sincerely felt fortunate.
According to the information he had received earlier,
the first batch of players in the Primordial World had only ten thousand slots.
That minuscule number, placed within the entire Primordial World, was clearly but a drop in the ocean.
Being able to obtain one of those slots was absolutely a stroke of luck, as difficult as winning the lottery. In any case, both were nearly impossible.
"Although I've killed some players before, and sincerely envied their immortal bodies and aptitude..."
"I really never thought that one day, I would actually receive this kind of treatment..."
As he muttered to himself,
he extended his left hand. Looking at the unfamiliar brown scales on the back of his hand, where fur should once have grown, the corners of his eyes could not help but reveal traces of delight and excitement.
Race: Golden Winged World Eagle (Six-winged Evil Dragon).
The former was his original bloodline, one that was considered quite good even among the Demon Race.
Among avian bloodlines alone, only a very small number could surpass his.
The latter,