After walking in the same direction for so long, the empty field became a maze. It was too risky to turn off and walk another way, as Fishy was certain he wasn't walking perfectly straight. And with each piece of grass looking just like the last, it became stubbornness that was keeping him in the same direction.
The map was confusing to him; the symbols on it didn't match anything he knew of in his old world, and the text he could somehow understand felt like jibberish. But he felt as if it was something he should be able to work out. After walking around for what felt like an hour or five, Fishy finally found a sign of life. Whatever this world was, it made sense to have other people in it. He was glad there were people. It was about time for something interesting to happen. Thankfully, it was in the form of a small human village that didn't look as if it was flourishing. A small decaying village out in the middle of nowhere. He could see the villagers from a distance, each running around, wielding pitchforks as if they were a mob hunting a werewolf.
Fishy could see them from a while away and decided to take an alternate route around the village. He didn't need to go through it, the small hills around him allowed him to hide himself. After all, the map pointed to the other end of the village, a small shed with a door that was half-attached, almost like an old outhouse that had been forgotten about. It certainly smelled like it.
He carefully walked in and was greeted with the smell of treasure. The smell was too strong for him as he was about to be sick, but he managed to swallow it back down to brace himself for whatever he was about to get. His mind could only picture what horrible thing was causing the smell. A typical person wouldn't know the smell of a corroding body, but Fishy was certain that this was that smell.
Even if it caused his eyes to cry, he was determined for the better life he assumed was waiting for him.
At the back of the shed was a small box. A tiny, unopened wooden box that was marked with a date on it.
"1333?" Fishy read out loud. "That must be the year?"
Without hesitation, he ripped open the box and slowly pulled out the spoils. He held in his hand the thing that was at the very top. A small tube that reminded him of a toothpaste tube from back home. In fact, it was a toothpaste tube. He pulled it out and threw it behind him after seeing how useless it was, and delved deeper into the box. There were other useless items in there that had little to no meaning towards Fishy. There was a small pouch of silver and gold coins, which he pocketed, assuming that it was the currency of the world.
"Now this is what I'm after." He said, pulling out a green crystal that resonated with the light. Despite being in the box for an unknown amount of time, not a single drop of dust had reached it. It was a luminous emerald that was cleanly cut. Worth millions if sold for the right price. Fishy's reflection was clear from the inside; it flashed right back at him.
"I guess this is how I start off my life." Fishy thought to himself as he was about to hide it in his clothes, only to see the crystal slowly move through his hand as if it were a ghost, freely moving through whatever it desired.
"EH?!" He panicked, although his panic wasn't truly worried. He was in a strange world so it made sense for some things to catch him off guard. He moved his other hand below, hoping to catch it as it appeared out the other side. But it never did leave the other side of his hand. The crystal has fully vanished inside his hand, fusing with his body.
"EHHHHH?!!!!"
He tried to rip at his hand, tearing at the skin until it bled, but found it useless. He rushed about trying to get the crystal out of his hand. Almost crying at the obscure situation he was faced with. He fell backwards, landing cleanly on his bottom, muddying his clothes.
"OW!" He screamed in pain before running out of the shed frantically trying to figure out what was happening. Fishy was normally someone who could keep a calm poker face if needed. He believed himself to be difficult to surprise. But after getting shot and finding a magical crystal, things were already hard enough to believe.
Outside the shed, his worries about the crystal would quickly vanish as in the sky flew a giant purple worm-like creature, plastered with hundreds of eyes across its body. Where there wasn't an eye on its body, there were instead large scales that looked as if they would survive even the strongest of modern weaponry.
It was bigger than any plane that humanity could ever hope to achieve and swam like an eel through the sky. Each eye scanned the area, never looking in the same place as the other, as if it were memorising every unique blade of grass.
"THERE IT IS! THE DESTROYER!" A voice from the village screamed. "GET IT!"
The villagers ran at it as if they stood a chance. They screamed with war cries as if they were determined to kill it. As if there were great reasons to. By the time they made it anywhere close to its shadow, each eye had already looked towards the approaching villagers. Launching a large blazing white beam that created an explosion big enough to cause the grass Fishy stood on to try and release itself from the ground. Even Fishy's hair was being blown about by the shockwave. It was common sense to assume that no one survived that.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!" Fishy screamed, trying to run in the other direction. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE AGAIN!"
Fishy continued to run but tripped into a rock-filled hole when the ground shook from its attacks. He looked back at the beast in the sky, only to see it tunnel underground. Having no desire to stay anywhere near that thing, Fishy's first reaction was to jump, but seeing as gravity was much the same, he didn't make it very high.
He tried several times before the ground he stood on started to move under him as the rocks all around him moved on their own, joining together and climbing up each other as if gravity only existed for him. Having no idea what he was about to encounter this time, he had already planned his tears.
They were already halfway to the ground. His will, which he was reading out loud, only mentioned his mum and pet fish.
His eyes closed, but curiosity slowly forced them open. In front of him, a giant cat-like eyeball at the centre of a giant hand watched him. The hand was formed from several rocks that Fishy had jumped on. The eye looked at him as he tried to crawl backwards. Watching him to see what he would do. Almost cautious of him.
Fishy, having lost all of his intelligence from his previous life, did what any human would do and protected his face. He held his hands out in front of him and screamed for his life to be spared. As he did, he felt a large amount of energy flood around his hands. His hands emitted a blue glow that would look as if it were a skin disease. From his ill-looking hand, a beam identical to one the flying worm created shot out of his hand, carving the eyeball in half and disappearing into the sky, blowing away the clouds with it. The rocks that formed the hand crashed to the ground, creating a large volume of dust to be blown in Fishy's face.
"What just happened?" He said as he wasn't on the same plane of existence, as he was already prepared to move to the next one.
"What was that?" The villagers said, standing around the hole Fishy was in as the dust cleared.
"Um…" He said just able to see the silhouetted old man, who was only able to stand thanks to a large twig he had. "It wasn't me!"
"Nonsense!" The old man exclaimed, stunning the others who were just as confused as Fishy. "I can see it! With my eyes, I can tell! You are the one who killed that beast! You are one of the strongest men in this world!"
"Eh?"