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When Choi Sung-Woon was promised to become a player in this version of Lost World, to become a God in a whole new world where his life would be at stake, he didn't expect this.
He didn't sigh for whatever the hell was happening.
Aldin told them that this game would be different from anything they knew, that in this world, they would be considered young, fragile, and that they needed to grow.
He never expected that it to be literal.
Apparently, for as long as he stayed at the pocket dimension, he would be in the actual height of a god, but he could only stay there in few occasions, and, when outside of it, he would be small, around the size of a human hand or a tad smaller, but intangible fo mortal eyes.
Aldin had mentioned that some things would be different from the original, and that a new status would be added, which would influence the play a lot.
That wasn't what bothered him, not in the slightliest as he knew he would be able to adapt easily, what bothered him was to discover that sometimes some beings could both see and touch him.
Which brings up his current situation.
He had just made his miracle, bringing beetles for the lizardmen he chose and had sent a butterfly to bring Lakrak, the one he had taken a liking to.
Yet, while he was distracted with the beetles, he failed to notice a hand reaching for him, only doing so when it was already too late and he found himself stuck in cupped hands, being looked at by a dark eye.
Here he was, at the hands of the lizardman he was planning to choose as his High Priest.
‘How am I supposed to deal with this?’ He thought.
He could use the beetles to scare Lakrak Enout for his hands to open a little and allow him to escape, but then it might become a wasted miracle.
He could try to communicate too, which was a much easier choice.
“I’d appreciate if you released me” He said as he patted one of the hands with his own.
The eye at the only way out of this widened a bit, but the hands around him didn't move.
“I know you're not deaf” He said “So there's no use ignoring me”
After he said that, the lizardman woke up from his stupor and slowly opened his hands, allowing Choi Sung-woon to move freely.
He got up and shook his clothes a little, shaking off the dirt that clung to him while he was trapped before turning his attention to Lakrak.
‘I never thought my first contact with him would be literal and not through dreams or miracles’ He thought ‘How unexpected’
Yet, despite the situation, he smiled.
‘Unexpected’ He thought ‘But not unwelcomed’
If he could actually interact with Lakrak without having to waste faith.
Finally a rope of luck in this pit he had fallen into.
But alas, luck, once again, was not on his side.
He quickly learned that yes, Lakrak could see and touch him, but not understand.
Whatever he said was met with confused eyes and a tilted head.
He gave up on verbal communication after that, but he was still wondering how to make things proceed.
Good thing Lakrak was smart.
“That butterfly” Said the lizardman hesitantly “It was your doing, right?”
Sung-Woon paused for a moment, not expecting to be questioned like this, but nodded.
He had sent a butterfly to get Lakrak's attention and bring him here where the beetles were.
“And the beetles?” He asked “Are they also your doing?”
Sung-Woon nodded again, as it was his miracle.
The lizardman stayed quiet for a moment, staring at Sung-Woon with a blank expression.
Lizardman could be quite tricky to read, apparently.
Finally, Lakrak spoke.
“Would you mind if my group and I ate the beetles?”
There, that's the question he was wanting.
Instead of answering, he smiled and moved to the side, extending one arm in a gesture that obviously said ‘go ahead’.
Soon Lakrak had called the rest of his group and had begun to eat the beetles he'd made, along with a poor attempt from Lakrak to explain his presence to others.
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“You guys seriously can't see it?”
Lakrak had been trying to show the creature that gave the food, but everyone seemed unable to see it.
“No?”
“Are you sure you're not seeing things because of your wound? It is pretty bad”
“I am not!”
Seeing how this argument was seemingly becoming pointless as it kept repeating itself, he groaned and covered his face in frustration.
Then he felt something small on his snout.
Startled, he retreated a little, finding the creature standing close by.
As soon as Lakrak's eyes were on it, it started making gestures.
It pointed at the group, and covered its eyes, then at Lakrak, then its eyes and then gestured at itself.
‘They can't see me, but you can’
“Apparently… only I can see it?” He said aloud.
“Obviously” Someone said.
Ignoring the snarky remark, Lakrak continued to watch as the creature continued to move.
It moved towards other lizardmen, reaching to touch each of them, only for its hand to pass through them with no reaction from the lizardmen towards the action.
They seemed more agitated towards him, seemingly looking at something they couldn't see moving around and stopping to look at them.
It then came to his hand, touching his finger, and he felt it, even when it pushed his finger with surprising strength.
He understood that part too.
“Others can't feel it or be touched by it when it tries to do so” He said “But I can feel and touch it”
That information made some agitated.
“Why was it trying to touch us?” Someone asked.
“To show me” He said “It reached for several of you without you noticing, now wait a moment, it’s trying to say something more”
As the others grew agitated, the creature continued to move.
It gestured to the side of its head (ears then), then pointed to the others, followed by it covering its mouth.
Then it pointed at its mouth as it moved, the sound coming from it being a soft sound that reminded him of a cricket, then it pointed at him and shook its head.
“You can't hear it” He said “And I can't understand it despite being able to hear it, it actually sounds like a cricket even though it looks similar to a butterfly”
Seeing as it tilted its head at the information, he wondered if it knew what it sounded like.
The others also seemed to have doubts about it.
“How does it look like?”
“Have you touched it?”
“How did you find it?”
“How can it talk to you if you can’t understand it?”
The appearance was the easiest.
It had a slim body covered in clothes that were too complicated and fancy, it also wore a cloak that looked like butterfly wings full of little stars and a mask that looked like a water buffalo skull, all of that packed in a body that could fit in a single hand.
If he touched?
Yes, he did.
How did he find it?
He followed an unusual butterfly that had seen while trying to sleep and found it in front of the beetles.
How could he understand it?
It spoke through actions, moving its arms to show its intentions.
He showed some of the movements it had done before and some of the lizardmen found interest in the foreign way of communication.
More questions were asked, and he answered calmly while still eating his fill.
His eyes never left the creature, who was now hovering a little above him, it was messing with a bunch of blue rectangles, tapping them as they disappeared and more surged.
He wondered what it was doing, but he refrained from asking, as there might not be any gesture to explain its actions.
Yet the lack of proper means of communication wouldn’t stop him from wanting to understand this strange creature