Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World

Inside one of the many caves that had been spared the destruction of the earth-shaking battle.

Kael sat motionlessly, in his humanoid form, on a reclined chair made of soft vines and pink flower petals. His arms rested on the elevated armrests beside the chair.

His back pressed the back of the chair and his head was resting at the top, causing his vision to be raised slightly to the stone ceiling.

He took in a deep breath, his broad chest expanding and restricting in the process. Even as he sat there naked, he didn’t feel any sense of shame, just as he had been for a long time now.

His lion rod lay flaccid in between his legs even though he was currently staring at a naked beauty.

His eyes were half closed, only allowing a bit of the golden shimmer to escape from the gap his eyelids allowed.

As he half sat and half lay on this chair, something could be noticed about him, something different. Anyone who had seen Kael before could tell that there was something off about him now, like he had become less familiar.

For starters, his face. His hair, which had previously been falling straight to his neck had now employed a thicker visage, standing slightly to the side like messy golden hair. It was unclear if his hair was like this due to the tussle and rumble or if it was actually changing its texture on the go.

But the golden hair wasn’t the only thing. His eyebrows, which had previously been just as golden as his hair, had changed color. Now, they appeared darker and less golden. They had become sharp and their edges stretched further to the side.

They pointed down at an angle that just made Kael look way more serious than he already was. With the way they were, if Kael frowned, it would cause the hearts of onlookers to beat in trepidation.

His nose has become more perfect like he had just done a nose job, its arrow shape becoming more apparent from any angle it was observed.

His jaws, which had already been sharp and powerful to begin with, had become sharper. However, this could not be observed in detail because of the dark gold beard covering the sides and mouth area of his face.

Overall, Kael now had the face of someone human women would wet themselves for. He had become the type of person that gay men would chase after with all their might and the kind that would gather the hatred of a lot of married men.

It was safe to say that he could probably turn a lesbian into a straight woman with just a smile, highly questionable but the probability was not zero. He was just too handsome.

The people who could match this face bar for bar are very rare and most of them are Primordials, lion or not.

Unfortunately, not many creatures in this blood-soaked and violence-ridden forest would be able to appreciate such an appearance.

But his face wasn’t the only change, his size had also been altered. Kael had previously been standing at more than six feet tall ever since he got his humanoid form. Among humans from his previous words, he would definitely be considered a really tall man.

But now, he had gotten taller, and bigger. Even as he lay on the chair, his body took up all the space, filling in the blanks like a giant. His height has increased to seven feet, the same as Darius before his death.

But he was more muscular than Darius had been, his muscles were big but not to the point that it made him grotesque.

As he subconsciously took in deep breaths, his pectoral muscles vibrated in a mesmerizing manner, causing one to wonder how it felt to carry such organs of might in the chest.

His golden fingernails dug into the vine armrest, the only part of his body that was currently able to move with his consent being his fingers.

Kael felt numb all over. He couldn’t move his arms, legs, or neck, he felt paralyzed. He could feel how his insides were desperately trying to fix the damage the red-capped mushrooms had done to him.

From the vine chair he sat on, vitality slowly flowed into his body, assisting in the natural healing process in whatever way it could.

Nalii sat close to him in her lion form, her large figure silently watching over him with judgemental eyes.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be fine." Kael managed to speak telepathically. As his body recovered, he slowly gained some of his motor skills.

Nalii wanted to say something, anything to chastise her son for his recklessness. But she knew he wasn’t reckless, even though his actions made it look so.

She wanted to scold him for using those red-capped mushrooms. He didn’t just use one, but two at the same time. Not to mention it was apparently his first time using it.

Even if she scolded Kael, it was for nothing, he had succeeded. He managed to kill a tier-four Tiger.

When she watched the fight previously, as the scale of the battle unfolded and destroyed everything in their way, she was thankful that Kael had actually taken the red-capped mushrooms.

If he didn’t, Kael would have died a very horrible death without having the chance to fight back.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that two red-capped mushrooms were just not enough to have been able to challenge Darius to the extent he did.

Something else had been at play there, she just knew it. In the middle of the battle, she had this strange guy feeling that the person fighting Darius was no longer her son but something else entirely.

The energy and attributes she had felt within the mushrooms just didn’t add up to the might Kael had displayed in that fight.

He had been successful and had defeated the enemy, clearing all future obstacles, yes. But she still had her doubts.

She couldn’t put her paw on it as it turned over and over in her mind, causing her to become more confused as she thought about it. But she refrained from asking Kael about it, what she wanted was for him to recover as fast as possible.

Her horns glowed slightly as she directed the vine chair to transfer more vitality into Kael’s body.

Only Kael knew what was going on in his body, but his own understanding was also severely limited.

Just like he always did, he reminisced about the battle he had, every detail was replayed in his mind with utter clarity.

From the very first punch to the last claw strike, he reversed and reversed until he arrived at a very strange scene.

He remembered the moment he was at the top of the mountain, finding that one mushroom would not be enough for him to fight Darius, he had devoured the other one.

His acquisition of the second mushroom was purely due to orchestrated luck. If Darius had been mindful and had taken the fight seriously from the beginning, there was no way Kael would have been able to snatch the mushroom from his hand.

Upon devouring the mushroom, Kael had felt so many metaphorical chains in his body shatter. It was as if there had always been a lock on what he could do and the mushrooms simply helped him break it.

As soon as the lock was broken, his body changed. He felt the memories of the Primordial lions coming up to the surface, threatening to tear down his sense of identity.

He didn’t let it happen, he let the memories come to the surface but he didn’t let them take over him. He entered a strange state, a very strange one that would be hard to describe with mortal words.

He had felt himself becoming the previous Primordial Lions, yet at the same time, he was aware that he wasn’t them. It was like he was neither here nor there, just in between two worlds.

He looked at everything with a gaze of unfamiliarity, like an ancient being just waking up, yet he was able to recognize who and what was where.

The temporary fusion of the identities of the previous Primordial Lions with his own conciseness seemed to reprogram his being, both in mind and body.

Kael didn’t just feel the years of skills that they had gotten, he felt his body taunt with power. He had felt that if he went further down this intoxicating path, he would be able to tear the sky with a claw.

This new sense of self acted as though this wasn’t the first time this had happened, yet it acted a bit surprised that it existed in an unfamiliar way. Almost as if the previous Primordial Lions didn’t understand how whatever was happening could be possible.

However, despite the strange concoction of confusion and clarity, this new being that had taken over or perhaps merged with Kael’s conciseness did not forget its purpose, its instincts, its duty, and its creed.

’The Conqueror Mode…’

It had called itself, a mysterious yet obvious name for such an entity. Amidst the chaos happening within its mind, it didn’t forget that the conquering must begin.

And so it directed all its agitation and irritation at the massive tiger in front of it. The tiger had refused to be conquered, it stood in the way of something so crucial to its existence that the only way to cleanse its mind of such heretic offense was the satisfaction of bestowing death.