With a gaze that was hard to describe, Lark stared at his body in the mirror. Not his body as a human, but his other body.

Head of a reptile with rows of sharp teeth, a 180 cm tall body that is full of muscles, covered in scales formed green and black tiger stripes. Clawed hands and feet, with a tail strong enough to crush an adult neck.

'Man. . . can I still be called a human?'

In the end, with a deep sigh Lark changed his form back into a human. A moment later, he came out of the room wearing a combat dress, tactical belt with shoulder strap, and jungle boots.

While inserting a magazine into an AK-102, Lark muttered.

'Whatever, time to hunt Orcs.'

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