Reincarnated as a chicken

Rescue mission

SPLASH!

Ciligan woke up. His eyes scanned his area quickly, and all he could see was darkness.

"A-ARRRGGGHHHH!!"

A voice came. That sounded like Charlie's. He looked around, but he couldn't find the kid.

"No! P-please stop! I'll speak! I'll speak!"

POP!

Ciligan's heart sunk. Why would Charlie dare to sell out the boss? He tried to move, but his hands were bound and he couldn't feel his legs. Why couldn't he feel his legs?

He looked down, but it was so dark he couldn't see anything.

"Who is there?"

He dared to ask.

'You are awake?'

A voice came in his head.

"Who-?"

'You don't ask the questions here. I do.'

He felt something pierce his stomach. It was rough and hard, like a blunt blade. Still, this level of pain he had trained himself to endure.

Red eyes that glowed appeared before him.

'Who are you?'

The person asked.

"Tch. Go and ask Ozvl- Arrgh!"

Something entered his solar plexus area. It was like a lightning bolt that traveled through his entire body, mind and soul alike. What was a second of brief pain felt like an eternity of the most arduous and unbearable agony and torture. He actually believed himself dead the seconds after that. That is, till he heard the voice in his head again.

'I am not in the mood to entertain stupidity today. Now answer my questions. Why did you kidnap Ulva?'

The voice asked. Ciligan knew how this worked. This person would ask him and if he responded, either the person would let him go or the person would kill him. However, the person couldn't kill him till he spoke. That didn't mean he wasn't frightened. He was scared to point he felt like taking a shit, but at this moment, nothing was worse than death for him, so he wouldn't die as long as he didn't talk.

"Tch, if you want me to ta-"

'Trust me when I say, I don't need you to be alive to get my answers. If you want to live, you will speak, although I can't assure that I will allow you to live after what you've done.'

The tone and aura being given off. This person was dead serious. Still, Ciligan wouldn't sell out the person who sent him. He couldn't. What was a man who sold out the woman he loved? That was why even when he was so scared his balls had disappeared, he wouldn't dare be a sell-out.

With a stoic voice and demeanour, he continued as boldly as he could.

"Piss o-"

The red eyes that were staring voraciously at him faded. His mouth couldn't move and he couldn't feel anything. His brain tried to process what just happened, but then before it could, it died.

"-ff. Huh?"

Ciligan looked about and could only see pitch black. He realized something was odd about his situation. His hands weren't bound anymore and now he could feel his legs. His body felt strangely light and fuzzy. There was a fleeting feeling in his chest. He raised his hand and it was giving a faint glow, but he noticed that it was sort of intangible.

"What is this?"

He asked as he walked about.

'Oh? Trying to run away?'