Vita stood there and forced a mouthful of air into its new body. The air moved down the trachea, filtered by the mucus for any dust and moving down into the lungs. However, these arent the normal mammal lungs we are used to. Vitas new lungs were that of a bird, four whole lungs. With this, Vitas oxygen intake would be double of normal mammals allowing Vitas enslaved cells to last much longer. As the air moved in, at the same time, air moved out from Vitas mouth. The air went in through the nose and out the mouth at the same time.

As if that wasnt enough, the grass covering Vitas body did nearly the same thing. But the grass took in carbon dioxide and turning it into oxygen. On top of that, the grass produced ATP aswell. ATP is the pillar of all light. Without it, just about all life would die from lack of energy. Vitas body only needs water and a tiny amount of different vitamins to function properly.

After the deep breath, Vita lifted one hoof. The first step of an entirely new and glorious lifeform.

It then quickly lost balance and faceplanted into the ground. Vita panicked and tried to force the body to stand back up. Or atleast face the heavens instead of the dirt. At the cost of breaking a few bones, Vita managed to flip over like a turtle. There was a bit of dirt covering one of Vitas eyes, so it was only natural to try and get it out. The muscles in the arm on the other hand flexed with all of their might, sending a haymaker straight into the eye. The eyes on the left side of Vitas face all exploded together with cracks spreading out over the chitin covering the face.

ARGH! My face, my beautiful face that I totally spent over a hour to make! Why in the seven or nine hells did it do that!? I just wanted to scratch the dirt of, not remodel my face with brute force... Wait a second.

Oh of course! I can totally controll the manual movement, but how am I supposed to know how much force I am supposed to use. My poor muscle cells even ripped themself apart! It pains me to think this, but I might need a brain to live. Ough, my pride bleeds!

Inside of Vitas skull, a small cluster of cells started to grow. The cells started to grow bigger and a thick strand of cells grew down the spine. After reaching the bottom of Vitas bottom, the cells again started to grow out long strands that spread throughout the body. The brain itself was that large, as the only thing it was ment to do was to keep the body in check. No muscles tearing themself apart, no accidental shitting of self, no stumbling around and no need to keep an eye out to see if anything is harming the body. Vita only really needed the instincts to effectively keep the body alive. And the nice things about instincts are that nearly all of them are the same. Well, there is built in fear and all that, but that can be ignored with some good old willpower.

You always read in webnovels about super brave main characters capable of looking all kinds of evils in the eye. I could have asked for something lame like that, but this is way cooler.

Now that the brain, or rather, the sub brain has finally grown into what I imagined it to, lets try this again.

The body laying on the grass had already healed the self inflicted damage. It carefully used its arms to prop the upper body and with a push managed to get up in its feet/hooves. The hooves are a bit hard to balance on, as it gives the feeling of walking on stilts. But at the same time, with these, it would be possible to move in quick bursts. Perfect to use in any future fights. Not so perfect for walking.

With wobbly steps, Vita moved away from the small pit that was made when Vita popped out. The previous goblin camp had been torn down by the direwolfs, leaving only a few scraps of wood and metal on the ground. The wood had started to rot ever so slightly and the metal had a bit of rust on it aswell. With this evidense, it was obvious that Vita was buried for a long time. But why would Vita be worried? There isnt anything chaining Vita to it, except for maybe Bre. But other than Bre, there isnt anything for Vita to care about in this world.

Kings worry about their gold and farmers worry about their wheat.

Vita reached the tree line and slowly moved past the trees. With a total of six eyes, there wasnt much that managed to escape its vision. Whenever Vita saw something interesting, All of its eyes would lock on to it and observe for as long as needed. A normal sized beetle with a soft exoskeleton that changed from gold to whatever it stood on. Could use some salt.

A mass of ants fighting each other was also pretty cool to watch. The ants on one side were dark in color with spikes growing on their backs, while the other were much larger with slime drooping down. The ants fought with all of their might, trying to wittle down the numbers on the other side. The spiky black ants have greater numbers, but the large slimy ants have a tough defence. Too bad that they cant do anything against the looming figure over them. The spiky black ants however win in texture.

A small creature roamed the forest, seemingly moving in random directions. It stumbled upon many odd things on its way. From animals to rocks. There was also a talking sword that was stuck in some rock, but Vita gave up after being unable to pull it out. It was however something to remember.

Vita yawned and layed down to sleep. Sleeping on its stomach and pushing its legs underneath the soil, Vitas body quickly changed from its black brownish color to something more like a rock covered with moss. Sure, sleeping wasnt really necessary, but old habits are hard to get rid off. Besides, what was the worst that could happen. Someone trying to sell Vita as some kind of exotic pet to a rich person?