Chapitre 142: No escape

As far as I could see now, there were no immediate dangers in my vicinity, so I morphed back into a humanoid and put my new ring on. As soon as it slid on my finger, I saw my hands change. From greenish and transparent enough that you could see bones and tendons moving inside, they turned into a set of normal human hands.

Well, not exactly absolutely normal. I outstretched them and inspected the illusion that set around my body better. It turned me from the monster I was into a wrinkled old man with liver spots and protruding veins—visually, at least.

But an old man was still a human. It was amazing! And it was exactly what I needed. The origin of the ring, though, raised some questions in my head. 'Why would a human adventurer need a ring like that? They are human already,' I mused to myself (and not to Pest).