Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The crow cawed three times.

The dampness enveloping his entire body forced Victor to slowly wake up.

"hiss."

The slight dizziness that followed made him gasp, but the putrid stench in the air made him instinctively shut his mouth.

Barely opening his eyes, he saw that the gray fog almost completely obscured his vision, and all he could see were giant black trees with twisted postures.

Further away might lie a mysterious and treacherous forest.

The withered grass beneath him stretched straight into the depths of the thick fog.

Above them, a swarm of milky-white, thumb-sized maggots were gnawing on a rotten tree fruit.

Suddenly, one of the shoes was pushed aside by its companion and landed on Viktor's cloth shoe with a thud, then tried to crawl into his trouser leg!

The opponent appeared small, but moved with the speed of a snake, its slippery body disappearing into the pants leg in an instant.

Viktor's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly lifted his leg.

Insects are insects; they were easily flung away by the immense force and crashed into the mud not far away.

Viktor frowned slightly, didn't even look at the other person, and quickly left.

His expression grew increasingly grim with each step.

Almost every tree had at least one fruit, and maggots were countless and ubiquitous.

The largest of them is about two fingers thick.

Victor avoided the giant tree and found an open space.

Although the stench still lingered around him, the absence of tree fruit overhead gradually calmed his mind.

Reason slowly gained the upper hand.

"I've traveled through time."

This conclusion, which was reached the moment he woke up, was whispered by Viktor.

Maggots on Earth do not have that size.

The thought of that slightly slippery feeling even through the shoe sent a chill down his spine, and he instinctively looked down to check.

Only then did they discover that the shoe surface that the insect had touched had turned black at some point, as if it had been dehydrated by concentrated sulfuric acid.

Luckily, I reacted quickly.

Viktor swallowed hard and continued to examine his body.

In his previous life, Victor was a Chinese-American police officer with three years of service. He wasn't exactly a veteran, but he had developed a calm and composed personality.

He pulled aside the damp, old coarse linen clothes and felt around inside.

A few breaths later.

He breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that, apart from dizziness, he had no obvious injuries.

Although they had no weapons.

But if all that's here are maggots.

This slender physique and the fighting skills he acquired in his previous life might truly be his reliance in escaping this eerie forest.

Unfortunately, only a small part of the original body's memories were restored, otherwise he would have known what other dangers lurked in this forest.

But whether it's the silence of this place, the corrosive maggots, or the unknown terror lurking in the fog.

My own situation is absolutely terrible.

Viktor thought to himself, enduring the slight dizziness, quickly took off his clothes, wrung them out, and put them back on.

Only a small part of his memory has returned, but there is one thing he remembers clearly:

The darkness of this world can devour people!

"We must leave here before dark."

With barely able to make out the setting sun overhead, Viktor's gaze grew even more resolute.

He bent down and picked up a wooden stick that was fairly handy, and then headed in one direction based on the fragmented memories in his mind.

My home seems to be in this direction.

He moved very carefully, skirting around the giant tree and cautiously avoiding the swarms of insects.

Viktor felt a phantom pain just thinking about what would happen if a fat maggot exploded under his feet.

After a long time, apart from the occasional insect that flew at his feet and was then knocked away by his stick, he also noticed black smoke rising from the nearby silt.

As expected.

However, as time went by, the stench did not diminish in the slightest, and the fog remained thick.

Viktor's expression grew increasingly serious.

Just as he swung the stick countless times and knocked away another insect, the wooden stick in his hand snapped in two with a "crack".

A slight weakness crept up into my arms.

Viktor suddenly stopped.

He realized that what lay before him was indeed an unimaginably vast and treacherous forest.

The possibility of me getting out on my own is zero.

As the sky seemed to grow even darker, he felt somewhat lost.

Should we move forward or not? Perhaps moving forward will also lead to death?

He had only ever had this question in his previous life when he first faced a knife-wielding bandit.

"Slap~ Slap~"

However, this train of thought was quickly interrupted by a strange noise that grew louder as it approached.

Viktor looked up.

Then they saw something the size of a basketball hopping and skipping towards them from within the fog.

slime.

A name quietly surfaced in Victor's mind.

In his previous life, he had watched a lot of anime, and many of the slimes in fantasy worlds were cute creatures, either blue or green.

Almost all of them are creatures that don't survive a single encounter, except for... Rimuru.

But as the dark figure slowly approached through the fog, Victor gripped the broken wooden stick in his hand and stared at the other party with indifferent eyes.

How can the image in one's mind be confused with reality?

Especially in such a dangerous place where no one can survive, how good can slimes be?

"Splat~"

Sure enough, the moment the dark figure rose and fell again, revealing its formation.

Viktor's hair stood on end.

The creature before them resembled a large, green snot-like mass with a single, enormous, bloodshot eye that kept turning.

The charred bones were faintly visible inside the murky body, and the withered grass beneath him was rapidly dying down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This kind of slime is more creepy and more dangerous than maggots!

The moment the thought arose, Victor keenly sensed the intense malice emanating from the creature before him.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he began to swing his arm.

The broken wooden stick was thrown with all its might!

When facing an enemy, it's always best to strike first, especially when the opponent is a monster.

The wooden stick flew like an arrow, slicing through the mist.

Precise hit!

The slime was instantly smashed into a U-shape.

But that's all.

The other person's seemingly sticky, snot-like body exhibited a jelly-like elasticity.

The broken stick was bounced away!

The slime then returned to its original state, its single eye spinning around, even redder than before.

Viktor frowned, watching the enraged monster lock onto him, and slowly moved backward.

The creature before him was beyond his comprehension; even a wooden stick couldn't repel it.

If you were to fight with your bare hands, you would probably only end up being devoured.

You should have turned around and run away.

However, before he could even think about it...

"Splat!"

The slime leaped up suddenly, covering three meters in an instant.

Viktor's eyes narrowed.

Roll to the right and narrowly avoid it.

Looking back while still in a half-squatting position, I saw that the previous spot had been occupied by a slime, and the surrounding withered grass had all dried out.

The burnt smell mixed with the stench of decay filled his nostrils, making him feel suffocated.

But the monster won't wait for anyone to calm down.

The red-eyed mandible retracts, as if a gun is being chambered.

In a daze.

Viktor's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had really seen a drug addict pointing a gun at him and slowly pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion erupted before Viktor's eyes, accompanied by a fleeting flash of light.

This forced him to quickly regain his senses.

The slime disappeared, leaving only a pool of ashes... and so on.

Viktor suddenly noticed that in the ashes, a piece of black bone was shimmering with pure white light!

Before he could even look, specks of ink slowly appeared in his field of vision, quickly forming beautifully shaped characters:

[Equipable item discovered: Eroded skull fragment (green)]

Viktor paused, a surge of joy welling up inside him, and was about to reach for it when he heard a hurried, delicate voice behind him:

"Don't just stand there! Run!"