Day 1:

How long has it been dark for? The creature really couldn't remember. He felt entrapped, locked up, waiting to be free. But as time passed, that darkness turned into the strange red hue of the inside of some kind of chamber. It was murky and filled with some kind of liquid substance. He had no strength to move inside, much less to free himself from it. He thought he heard a voice, definitely feminine and always soothing every once in a while. Maybe if he remembered his own mother, he might think she was a caring mother.

As time passed, the creature began to make a shadow spot in his vision on the other side of the chamber wall when he was awake. Whatever it was, it clearly wasn't human in shape; it seemed to be making sure he was okay. Next, he began to interpret that same soothing voice as some kind of lullaby came and went, lulling him to sleep, which he often found pleasant when he drifted off to the melody. Then finally…

"Hey..." sighed the female creature waking up one more time.

This time, though, there is no red light, just pure blackness. The creature felt something warm against his face; the woman had kept him company over the past day or so.

There were cracks around the male creature, allowing light in the room in which he was, a world full of darkness and now there was light at last. The crack was on the creatures' side, and as he glanced aside, it was undoubtedly larger. Since the first awakening in this strange room, he seemed suffocating.

Looking for cracks, its limbs felt slow and slow, even faint. When was the last time he had moved so much? His hands pushed against the irregular surface of the chamber, which, to touch, felt slimy; just what the hell was he inside of?

Pressing firmly on the cracks applying as much weight and strength as he could, the slimy walls finally gave way, and his arms shot through the weak substance that held him inside. Well, legs might be more suitable in that case. Four short, stocky legs protruded from the shell and a familiar movement of 'swish, swish from behind his back. Why?

His vision was largely dimmed, seeing only through a small crack in the casing. In a dark world, there was light at last. The creature looks at the crack to the side, which becomes larger.

“Ugh, what the hell...” He tries to let out a scream, but nothing comes out. What’s wrong with his voice? He slowly attempted to open his eyes in the groggy haze that encompassed his mind. But, wait... that might not be all that correct. For some reason, He couldn’t feel his eyelids.

"Hello?!" He asked aloud, his voice resounding in the shell in which he was standing while he was looking around the area. Whatever happened, it scared the hell out of him. Shaking his whole body, he growls at himself before putting one leg underneath and getting up. It was fragile at first, but at least he was standing... away from his usual height, but given his already weird circumstances, he wasn't going to question it. "Someone was here before, right? They may be able to help." Remembering who was singing to him earlier, he looked around, but the swampy riverside grotto in which he was standing was completely empty.

"Ah, come on! I'll kill myself if I don't get answers now... okay, okay, calm down, pull yourself together, think. What happened? I remember that I was in my bed after drinking so many beers, and suddenly everything went white in agony."

The creature paused after that train of thought; something about what he just thought doesn't feel right.

"... On second thought, I don't feel a thing either. It's almost as though something is enveloping my body in something that makes it impossible for me to move."

Is… is this what it’s like to be in a coma? Damn it all. He knew he shouldn’t have drunk that much alcohol!

“That can’t be right. I can think. I’m conscious right now, but I barely move my body, can’t see anything, can’t hear, and can’t even smell anything.

Seeing a small pool of water nearby, he walked towards it, at least wanting to see its reflection. Then, taking a deep breath, he leaned over the puddle and took in his appearance... immediately falling to his knees as a result of the truth coming true.

An egg. He was an egg. A goddamn egg!

Welcome to the realm of Nassau!

Congratulations! You were blessed with two traits from your R.O.B.

Make sure you don't die.

[Skill - Mutations have been added to the skill list]

[Skill - Skill Workshop was added to the Skill List]

"What kind of sick hell is that!" He screamed in his head. "Why have I become an egg?" What about the status? " He asked, falling on his tail as a support. Another video game box appeared in front of him.

Status Information Stats Traits, Titles, and Skills Points -Name- "???" STR 5 Skills 3 -Race- Baby Magic Crocodile VIT 2 Traits 3 -Sex- Male AGI 6 Titles 1 -Class- E- DEX 4 Skillpoints 5 -Level- 1/5 INT 12 Resistances Health 10/10 CHR 6 Physical Resistance 0 Stamina 11/11 WILL 11 Magical Resistance 0 Mana 20/20 MAG 12 Mental Resistance 5

“What the hell... Where am I!? Noy Jitat! Why am I in a Jitatin marsh pond!!? Did my friends play a cruel joke on me? “ Hearing movement, he turned to face the entrance of the great riverbed and saw an open mash everywhere the three suns raining down onto the nest. But his attention was elsewhere at the moment.

Snap! Snap!

He looked at the creaking noises and found himself face to face with a swarm of baby crocodiles.

These are very different from what crocodile babies should look like. So what’s with this army of baby Crocs? Each one of them is the size of a big dog! They emerge from something that looks like an egg, one at a time! It accounts for the noise!

"Is that really... is that really what I think it is? Is this one of those reincarnated-as-a-RPG-monster stories that are currently in all the fanfic on the internet? " The fang-ventilated baby asked to no one in particular. "Does this mean I get to have a harem? What am I besides a baby crocodile."

"You are presently a magical baby crocodile. It's a class E monster." A voice suddenly said.

“WHOA! “A voice just said something in his head. “What on earth!? There is a voice in my head! “

“Who’s that? Who is speaking to me? “The baby crocodile shouted.

That’s how your [God’s Voice Skill] works. He can explain things like statues and artefacts.

"...." The baby magic crocodile dumbfound had a tick mark on his head... Err... shell? He raised his jaw to the air the shouted.

“Like I am giving an ever-loving fuck!! Is this some kind of prank!? Show yourselves!“

God’s Voice Lv 1: Cannot provide that explanation!

“...?” The croc baby just stares. This can't not be happening, alright. He may-- No, he fucking loves crocodiles, but he doesn't want to be one! So many of them die before they are even a year old!

“D-Don’t fuck with me! Send me back!! Who the hell are you!? “

God’s Voice Lv 1: Cannot provide that explanation!

“WHERE AM I?!“

God’s Voice Lv 1: Cannot provide that explanation!

“Listen, you bored bastard or bitch! Are you watching from where else?! Where’s the guy or girl calling him or herself god!? “

God’s Voice Lv 1: Cannot provide that explanation! But feel to repeat yourself... I will do the same.

“Fine… can you at least tell what my race is?” The baby croc girts out. He can’t even grab his head in frustration.

You are a child of an S-class magic beast. A baby is in its early stages of development. It would explain a lot, though.

“That explains shit! Details, man. Details! They are important! And what the do you explain what, you bastard?!”

Your brain is underdeveloped, and you can do nothing but wait for mama to feed your ass.

“My brain’s underdeveloped!? But I can think just fine! And are you giving me sass? “He asked.

Many babies fail to reach adulthood because their contents are genuinely delicious. This race is so rare and has the potential to wipe out nations with a single breath attack that the world sends hunters to curb the population of this rare hybrid.

“… Da fuck?…” The baby croc just keeps staring blankly.

It’s common for adventures, legends, heroes, and monsters to kill them at once if they come across one.

“What the hell do you mean by eating me!? Am I some kind of pest or something?! “ He can see it now.

A bug spray can aim straight at him—a hand with a large knife and a bottle of poison poised in it. A pair of boots stomp on his head until he dies. flaming cross-burning his skin. A mobster's gun pointed at his head.

I'm going to rephrase that question. If someone tries to bring the egg or the baby with them, the parent will follow the smell and attack; then it is not very intelligent or wise--

“Shut the fuck up!” The baby croc cut off God’s voice. “Why am I in this kind of situation!?”

God’s Voice Lv 1: Cannot provide that explanation! You love repeating yourself like a dumbass, don't you?

“STOP SAYING THAT!“ He snaps. "I am NOT a dumbass!" He shouts. "I am not repeating myself!" The baby crocodile screams. "I am screaming my voice away from your stupid voice!"

God’s Voice Lv 1: I told you to shut up!

Crunch!

Disturbing noises snap him out of his rage toward the trolling God’s voice. Settling down, the Baby Magic Croc thinks about the situation he is in right now.

There is a good chance he is the only one of his species. His brain is still developing, and he hasn't been able to learn anything yet. He was probably born in the middle of nowhere and somehow managed to survive. As such, he has little knowledge about this new world he has lived in since birth. He knows there are monsters and people, but he doesn't know what they are exactly.

“Ah, that’s right, I’m still in trouble; better not lose track of reality. I’m still surrounded by an army of dog-sized crocs (my siblings, I guess?), and now they’re making strange sounds that I can’t quite identify. So I slowly turn back around to face them….”

Crunch! Munch!

“… Ah! They are eating each other.” He finished this thought. “Well, I’m leaving,” the baby croc decided. He wants no part of this.

A tremor from behind ripples through the water.

“Now what?!”

He turns around to see what fresh trouble that just came in. Towering over the baby crocodiles is an enormous Dino-looking crocodile dragon thing! Our reincarnated hero is the only one to notice to pay attention to the monstrous crocodile.

She was an enormous red western dragon-like Nile crocodile with grey horns, glowing yellow eyes, a light brown underbelly, and a long red whip-like tail.

“Is this Mother? I really doubt it’s my father.” he withered.

The creature looks down and sees the only child that is not feeding.

“Well, now. “The voice was familiar, kind, and loving, just as he remembered her voice singing a lullaby. “It doesn’t seem you’ve fully reached maturity yet.” She told him. “It happens from time to time, little one. If you were alone, it might have been trouble. “

The baby crocodile gazes at the giant creature before him. She was so big and powerful that he could say it just by being around her, but the aura that she emanates feels really safe.

"You can call me Mama." "She added with a smirk." You have a little time left to hatch completely, so let's get started. You also seem quite different from your brothers and sisters, my child. “

"Well, it was fun, but I suppose I should face reality: it's not a dream." He needs to stop denying what his life is now. Either way, he was born like a baby crocodile... with magic powers!

"How you're doing, Mama." He quickly recovered and greeted his mom.

"YOU CAN ALREADY TALK!?" Mama croc seems to be shocked at this. "This changes things... I will provide you with some food; just make sure your siblings don’t eat you." She adds.

With that said, the massive croc-dragon-thing grabs the newborn into her maw, makes a leap into the water and swims downstream.