Transmigrating as an Extra Third-Rate Villain - Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119:The Good Life [1]
Opening my groggy eyes, I realized that I was no longer in the fairy-world space as the structure of the room I was in was much different.

After climbing up the massive tree to pick up the golden apple, I was absolutely exhausted, and sleeping in the outer-space-like world didn’t seem like a very good idea on second thought.

Thus, I collapsed right on the bed right after leaving.

Stretched my hands outwards, I lifted myself up from the pillow and sat on the bed while surveying my surroundings once again.

I was in a suite room, almost double the size of my dorm room, with a massive king-size bed, two desks, a gigantic window to my side, and finally, two double doors that led outside.

Feeling a sense of familiarity with the scenery with my eyes, I realized that this had to be a room inside the Elven royal palace as the furniture was similar.

As the bed cracked and I got up from it, I looked down at my body, which still had the same tattered clothing.

De-manifesting the corrupted bandages on my body, I was glad to see most of the wounds and scars had healed, but there were still some purple marks on my skin.

Checking my cloak pocket and feeling the soft touch of the gold apple, I sighed before turning my attention to the food on the nearby desk, or around ten steps.

But… it was so far away.

Sitting back down on my bed and staring at the delicious food on the nearby table, I wanted to get up and eat so badly… but my legs refused to.

Manifesting a boomerang, I tried to calculate the exact way I would need to throw it so that it would bring the food to me.

However, that just caused my brain to hurt, furthering my already bad headache, so I quickly gave up.

Then, as the memories of my time in the outer-space-like world slowly flooded my head, I thought of the perfect idea.

A way for me to test a discovered ability and get some food at the same time!

“living things, I can make those now….wait… where the hell is my cat…?”

At this point, the cat had spent so much time and gone through so many near-life death situations with me that I considered him my pet.

Quickly scanning my room, my worry immediately transformed into anger as my cat peacefully rested on the windowsill, enjoying the breeze from the outside world.

Perhaps, sensing my gaze, the cat lazily threw its paw at me as if saying, “yeah, yeah, I’m here,” before lying back down, angling itself so the breeze perfectly hit the fur on his head.

Sighing, I returned to the task at hand and released some of the corruption, which shrouded my hands in a dark, black aura.

Turning the black aura into a physical object, I put a massive lump of physical corruption, which resembled black slime, into my hands.

Visualizing the image of a bird in my head, I closed my eyes and let my brain guide my hands into forming the shape.

Feeling the soft yet cold slime in my hands, I moved my hands slowly and intricately, like I was making pottery.

Thankfully, my high school back on Earth required students to take an art elective, and I chose ceramics, so I wasn’t completely clueless.

Though the real reason I chose the class was just because the upperclassman said it was a free A+, I still learned a bit.

After a minute, I opened my eyes and saw the shape of an animal that closely resembled a crow sitting in my hands.

However, like a lifeless object, it was just sitting there, not moving at all.

“…how do I give it life?”

Recalling the formation of the corrupted figure, I infused more and more corruption into the crow; however, I did not allow its size or shape to change, simply filling the inside of the crow up.

After a moment, I noticed a slight movement in my hands as the crow quietly flapped its wing.

Staring at the crow, I thought.

“Go get the plate with the chocolate croissant.”

*CACAW*

As the crow stared at me with a confused expression, I repeated.

“The plate next to the book.”

Leaving my hands, the crow flapped its wing, gracefully moving through the air before reaching the table and standing to the side of the plate.

However, as the crow reached forward with its claw, I felt a weird feeling shroud my brain.

I couldn’t just give orders to the bird… it felt like I could control it.

Giving into the feeling, i felt my location instantly shift as I was no longer sitting on my bed, I was right next to the plate.

Looking down at my body, I realized it wasn’t a human body below me… but the crow’s body.

Looking at the bed, I saw my lifeless body slumped back onto the bed.

I had… taken control over the animal.

Looking through the eyes of the crow, I realized that my sense of smell was actually enhanced as the sweet smell of chocolate strongly surrounded me.

Grabbing the plate with my beak, I slowly flew the air before carefully dropping the plate onto the bedside table.

Then, the next instant, my location transferred as I was back in my human body, lying down on my bed.

Picking up the plate of food, I noticed the crow curiously looking at me.

Could it eat?

Taking a small crumb, I handed it over to the crow, and it indeed entered the crow’s beak; however, it simply passed right through his body, landing on the bedside table below the crow.

Guess it couldn’t.

Savoring the sweet chocolate in my mouth, I considered the usefulness of this ability.

It was quite useful in day-to-day life, but in battle, it wasn’t the best.

To switch bodies, I had to basically leave my physical body completely defenseless for that time, so if it was spotted, my death would be inevitable.

However, after a couple more tests, I found a solution to the problem.

I didn’t have to completely transform bodies; I could leave my body defenseless for less than a second and look through the crow’s eyes for that short second.

Then, I could immediately return to my body, leaving it defenseless for less than a second while also having the eyesight of the crow temporarily.

The crow would be a good scout and information gatherer… and that was just one of the thousands of animals I could possibly manifest.