Tiamat's Death? Part One (Continued)

She had no scaled hands, nor did she have healthy legs capable of supporting her as she stood.

Of course, she also lacked the enormous bosom she would have seen simply by looking down.

"Is this... my game character?"

Aya began to realize what she had become.

Transmigration. That word flashed through her mind.

The kind of story often seen in manga and novels, where the protagonist entered another world for some reason.

Did I transmigrate? Aya thought.

Just moments ago, she should have still been lying in the cryogenic chamber that sustained her life, inching closer and closer to death as her body deteriorated severely.

Only when her older brother cut off the cryogenic chamber's power had she finally been able to find release...

Had a girl who was supposed to die been transported to another world in that instant?

Her head began to hurt again. At the same time, strange images started surfacing before her eyes.

"What is going on? What did I just see...?"

Those images flashed by in an instant, blurry like an old television from the twentieth century.

The distorted images were filled with chaotic static and piercing noise, making Aya feel terribly uncomfortable.

"Hey, who's there? Gulp." A hoarse voice pulled Aya from her thoughts, accompanied by the sound of swallowing.

Startled, Aya looked toward the voice and saw a burly silver werewolf emerge from the forest.

With rustling sounds, one after another, a total of thirty werewolves appeared from the bushes.

They all wore brown leather jackets and carried machetes. The two leaders had silver-white fur, while the rest were gray wolves.

Aya sat there blankly, staring at them in a daze. The werewolves were all stunned as well.

The werewolves focused their gazes on Aya. They belonged to the same tribe and