Weed found a cave to hide in with little difficulty. A cave that was not artificial, but natural. It was a hole that spewed lava when the tectonic plates collided.
If you went deep into the underground territory you could see lava flowing, emitting immense heat. Though there were monsters like dolphins and spearfish jumping out of the lava, Weed didn’t look for very long.
“No, who knows if just looking at them could burn me then there’s no way I’d want to fight with those guys!”
Golden Bird was confused and wondered why Weed was staring at him so intently.
“If I were as free as a bird, it would be a convenient way to scout. After all, flying would be much easier.”
Using Golden Bird as a reference, Weed created a new piece. Covered in volcanic ash; dark as night; a creature that blended with the current environment: he made a crow.
“Sculpture transformation!”
Weed’s body suddenly shrunk and doubled over. Feathers sprouted over his body and his mouth transformed into a sharp beak; his beady eyes turned jet black like coal.
◾In this form you will not be able to use your current equipment.A small winged creature will suffer a penalty when wearing heavy equipment.
◾Wearing heavy equipment has severely impacted your current agility
◾If you do not maintain the minimum amount of strength and agility it will be impossible to walk or fly.
◾The effect of sculpture transformation has lowered knowledge and wisdom to its lowest point. However, agility has improved for quick flight
His current stats were impacted as it imitated a bird completely, all feathers and no brain.
The crow’s bad luck status followed him closely too. The luck stat moved into the negative range, as if it was necessary to spread the misery around. Yes, it was sad, intrinsically the crow was known as a precursor to misery.
Mana, stamina, and vitality -25%.
Valid until transformation is undone.
Weed wanted to test out cawing once.
“It’s stuck in the AH Ah Ah Ah AAH.”
It was a very irritating, unpleasant noise that frightened golden bird a little, annoyed Rover, and made Geumini wince in resignation.
“Anyways, I’ll just scout around for a bit.”
A crow is not suited for battle. Even worse, it’s beak can’t be used for writing, and it is unable to use any kind of equipment.
“Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.”
Weed did a small series of steps to adapt to his new body. He sat down and stood up again, then folded and unfolded his wings. As a small crow, there were a number of things to adapt to. After staggering around for about 10 minutes in that awkward body, he seemed to get the hang of it.
“Well, I think it’s time to try flying.”
Weed sped up the vacant lot like a plane taking off.
*Da da da da da da da da*
Weed lifted off from the ground as he scooped up the empty air under his wings. It was unstable, but he finally left the ground, flying as a crow. It was awkward but successful.
Digging with his wings into the air, he soared higher and higher. From his place in the sky he could pick out firedrakes that circled around. Unfortunately, Weed was too weak to fight them.
He was great in battle, and would have easily prevailed in his human form, but as a crow he would surely die, as his current arsenal only included a beak attack. After one strike of that move, it would all be for naught; as he would instantly receive a counter strike. He would not be able to escape after attacking.
He adjusted his wings and changed direction. His goal was to look at the monsters’ formations. Almost every monster here could be called a natural treasure.