Earthling in Uncharted Dimensions

Hudson walked through the living room and exited the house. His destination was the cafeteria.

Numerous street lamps resembling medieval times illuminated the land. The twin lights hanging from the pole's either side was beautiful with decorations.

Hudson, with his hands behind him, looked deep and contemplating at the moment. As he neared the cafeteria, a familiar sword was on the counter.

"How is he?"

A voice rose from the sword and it was weak. It was as if D had gone through tough physical labour.

Hudson kept on walking while taking a peek at the house over his shoulder. His hands were still behind his back and he shuttled his eyes back to the sword.

"She says that he will wake up soon. But...I doubt it."

Sitting on the nearest chair, Hudson leans over the table in front of him. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped from his chin.

The lights spread a yellowish-white shade around them and the Hudson was no exception.

Hearing Hudson's words, the sword slid out of its sheath by two or three centimetres. From the exposed part of the blade, smoke began to rise. The dense smoke did not dissipate but began to flow down onto the ground.

As soon as the smoke touched the ground, it began to condense. Soon the gas gave birth to an amorphous human figure.

Two hands, legs, a torso and a head could be seen. But the figure largely lacked any features. Looking no more than a colourless and translucent ragdoll, it lifted its leg and moved towards Hudson.

As it moved away from the cafeteria counter, the sword was nowhere to be seen. If one could focus enough, they would see the vague figure of the sword embedded inside the ragdoll smoke.

Strolling with leisure steps, the amorphous being came near the table and slowly lowered its body. The sword touched the chair and rested safely on it.

Hudson had a peculiar expression on his face. It was the hybrid of confusion, curiosity and amusement.

Like a king, Dnekewy's amorphous appearance placed his hands on the hand rests. Then the bulbous head, with no features to determine which is front or back, turned to Hudson.

"You know, it is uncomfortable to do this."

Hudson had a faint smirk on his face when he heard Dnekewy's explanation. Without dwelling on the words, Hudson shifted his eyes to the table in front of him.

"How is your soul's integrity?"

Dnekewy's voice came from the amorphous being sitting next to him. Hudson took a moment to raise his eyes to D and then took a glance at Zena and Fero who entered the scene.

"Holding up for now."

It was then D noticed Hudson's hands. The pinky and thumb on his hands had turned transparent and the remaining fingers were beginning to become translucent.

Sensing the gaze, Hudson retracted his hands from the hand rests and tucked inside the coat.

Dnekewy slightly chuckled at this reaction. He raised his head and stared at the moon he had placed in the sky.

"No need to hide it, man. We are already dead and are only delaying the inevitable extinction of our souls."

Though D was devoid of any facial features, his words conveyed his deepest thoughts in simple words. When Hudson looked at him, he could almost make out his current expression.

For the next few minutes, there were no movements at the vicinity. Hudson and D sat like a statue, their breathing shallow. Zena and Fero sat near them and observed them. Their eyeballs went right and left and scanned the amorphous physique of the Dimension Sovereign and pale complexion of Hudson.

Footsteps came from Hudson's behind and he turned around to see Ruella walking to them. D stretched his gaseous neck and saw a blank expression on her face.

Now that she is a True Druid, Ruella had gone through tremendous changes. The most significant difference was in the height.

Reaching almost 2 metres, 6 foot 6 inches, she had acquired the physique of an adult Druid.

This race, extremely compatible with nature, was blessed with supernatural affinity with life energy flowing through all of Utopia!

When it comes to stats, her values were only a little more than a normal human being. But the performance she could display was many times to that of the stat values.

There was a relatively shallow increase in her weight. But anyone seeing her for the first time would be attracted by her exaggerated and alluring anatomy!

Druids were blessed with a body which had a wooden texture. The skin this showed their innate connection with nature. To add aesthetic beauty, her seemingly wooden hands were devoid of any hair and was smooth like polished wood!

The long green dress she wore suited her racial features and beauty. Upon close inspection, one could find the the dress was actuall made out of interwoven vines.

The hair colour had become blond and it matched her wooden skin texture. The thick hair was braided and delicate and tender vines grew and kept them intact.

Hudson and D failed to notice the simple crown-like garment over her head when they first saw her after the awakening. It was not eye-catching, but increased her beauty by many times once they saw it.

The dress inspired from the female outfit of medieval renaissance times of Earth outlined her figure and her assets while cleverly concealing them behind the vines. Even those with innate capabilities of imagination would find it difficult to create a naughty version of her, in their mind.

Most importantly, Ruella did not wore any kind of footwear. When asked about it, she said that Druids do not use any footwear. She added that the nature is one with her by essence and that stones and thorns cannot hurt her skin.

When she entered the scene, both Zena and Fero became enthusiastic and joyfully hopped to her. Ruella's affinity with nature had a great influence on the beasts and monsters, both tamed and untamed.