In a bandit camp just outside the Jura forest, they camped there for protection and also intimidation.
And at one of their caravans were the prisoners that they had captured; they had been circling the Jura forest for protection, and if anything warrants danger, they could just run into the forest and escape.
However, inside the very prison where they kept the people, there was a man.
They had bought him from the Farmus kingdom, and he is one of the Otherworlders that people have an interest in, and they might sell him for a big payload.
But while the group of bandits was taking a rest, they were taking a break for a day of travelling. Inside the tavern where the slaves were, someone was talking.
"Hey, have you ever wondered what's outside this world?"
The other-worlder said as he looked at the shivering people around him, and they were looking at him like he was crazy.
"Like, when I was in my personal world... It's called my room, hehe... yeah, not funny, ok, ok, but I always wondered does the things I saw on screens are ever true."
The other-worlder said with a soft smile while looking at the skies, but then he looked back at his companions, and they looked at him with a less hostile gaze.
"Well, looks like we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Alfred Foster's but you can call me Al-"
BANG*
Then a loud bang was heard, the Caravan shook, and someone yelled outside.
"Hey! Keep it down."
One of the awake bandits said, and the other people at the cart again got scared, but Al just rolled his eyes and sighed.
He then crossed his chained bound legs and put his head on his resting fist.
'Man, life has been hard on me, being sent here and then being put into a collar, and it being the first accessory on me, it had been the one to connect with my Upper hand, or as they call it, Cheat.'
Al thought he then felt around his neck to feel the collar that had a chain latched into it, and the chain was shaped like a DNA, and for anyone else, the collar and the chain were mainly white, but had hints of red, blue, and green.
Ding* User Gained New DNA, Form Gained Venasaur,
'But why doesn't the Voice of the World don't acknowledge the transformation?'
While Al was in thought, he did not seem to realize that his Magicule capacity had increased, a hefty amount that humans are not usually capable of.
It was increased enough that some weaker monsters ran away, but weak enough that some stronger monsters that sense him will hunt him down.
And just outside the range of the bandit Camp, there was a humongous creature, its body was that of a man, but its head was that of a Bat; it seems to be a Mutated species of a Giant Bat, and at the moment it had its fangs sunk in a Dire wolf's body.
The Mutated Bat was sucking out the blood of the wolf, but also its magicule, and just then, his senses alerted him to another source of food, and it was close.
Then the creature retracted its fangs and disappeared into the shadows, even with its massive frame.
Back to Al, he was still thinking about his skills.
'But then again, I did have a unique skill, called Pockets DNA, and it just said I have the DNA of a unique Race of Beings, even its god.'
'I think what's happening is I have all of the Forms already unlocked, but can't handle all the strain, so I need this thing on my neck, to allow me to unlock them one by one, and still be able to move and fight.'
Al thought all of that, and made himself a self-diagnosed theorem, being able to use his past experiences as a writer to find the power system that he is relying on.
"Well, I guess I am lost... what do I do with my-"
"AAHHH!!!"
He murmured, but he had been cut off by a guttural scream, and then after a few moments, some other more.
And outside the camps were some bandits taking out their knives and swords, and were charging at the hulking Bat, and the Bat was still ripping off the second guy's arm with its mouth.
But when the other guy came close, the Bat just picked them up and crushed them, and with that, he looked at a certain Caravan.
Walking towards it, an arrow hit itself, and it was from the leader of the Bandits.
"You monster! Don't put you're hands on my goods."
The guy said to the monster, the guy who is calling living people who have mental cognition his goods.
And then the bat pointed its hand with claws extended at the leader and used a skill that it had gained after it devoured twenty Big bats, the same species as it.
Using the skill, blood spikes were created around his pointed finger, and they pierced the leader, making many little holes, and with all of it, many also hit the heart and the head, and in a second, the leader fell.
Inside the Caravan, Al felt that the control over him had been lifted, and just the second he gained his freedom, he immediately transformed.
And with a flash of light, he destroyed the chains that bound him, and within a second, he was a two-meter-tall green frog with a tree-like thing blooming on his back.
'Finally, transforming into a great Pokémon and the best starter for its region.'
Al thought and then, with great focus, used a move that is razor-sharp, using {Razor Leaf}, he sawed away the chains that bound the other seven that he had with him.
The only reason he hadn't been able to escape was a spell on his collar that made someone his master, and since the guy died, he is free at last, and now he could use his Magicule for anything.
However, just as he was pushing the others to escape and leave him there, a force made the Caravan move, and made it fall on its side.
Al used {Vine Whip} to hold the seven malnourished people up, to protect them. After that, he used {Razor Leaf} to create a hole in the Caravan to escape.
Just as he was about to run out of the Camp, the Mutated bat landed in front of them and stared at Al. The frog narrowed his eyes.
'Man, I just can't take a break"