I teleported again, and though it was a success this time as well, I vomited my soul out and felt unable to try again for the next time. Teleporting wasn't good for the stomach.
I have dreamed so often of getting chewed up, and because it always happened the same way, I remembered it precisely. Strangely, no matter how injured I was, I would only die after being swallowed, so I knew the whole process.
No matter if I used knives or guns, they hadn't worked in my dreams, not injuring the giant at all.
At least, it wouldn't bite my head off like some rabbit nibbling on a carrot because then it would be over instantly anyway.
I would fall into its mouth, and that messed-up tongue would push me to its right molar. From then on, it would just be a run-and-jump game; let's try to train this first. Okay.
"I'm going to kill a stranger~" I hummed the song that came to my mind.
"So, don't you be a stranger~"
I drank a bit of water and searched for a place with not as many dead ash trees.
