Vasilisa breathed in.

Vasilisa breathed out.

He watched his chest rise with each, marvelling at the differences. Even at maximum chest mass, the hulking hunk of a man could still see his toes, which was certainly more than what the maximum settings on the breast slider offered. More importantly though, the sheer girth of his arms and legs were hella impressive. He marvelled at their appearance, twisting his limbs to see the muscle fibers flex and contort, veins occasionally bulging. It was hard, bouncy even. If someone threw a dime at him, it could probably bounce right back and knock them out. He let out a low whistle, splaying his fingers out to inspect his rough, thick hands. It was one thing to sculpt this Greek God of a man in character creation, but quite another to experience it. Was it just his imagination, or was his core more stable than usual as well? The Northern Man went for splits, but stopped partway through, surprise on his expression as he realized that his glutes were much more inflexible than they were in real life. Fascinating! And to feel that weird bulge on his neck, the Adam's apple, was similarly disorientating. He cycled through vocal exercises next, feeling the depth of his vocal cords, the weight of his diaphragm, and was similarly pleased. There was, overall, a sensation of inflexibility and brutishness with his movements; it was harder to move slowly and deliberately, but much easier to make explosive movements.

Fun stuff, really. After taking proper stock of his new body, Vasilisa re-equipped his clothing, smiled at a couple of the disturbed/aroused/curious onlookers, and turned his attention, for the first time, on the world around him. And oh, how pristine it was! Outside of the mass of psychopathic slime-murderers clogging off part of the town, there was no doubt that Bellview was a charming location. Blue skies, blue ocean, and a sea of greenery, stretching out into the horizon. It stirred at Vasilisa's romanticism, and soon, he hefted his cudgel over his shoulder, really to storm off to...where? North, probably. Though the murderous 'new player' mob was a demerit, it also sorta felt like this was where Vasilisa belonged? He certainly didn't play enough vidya to know anything else, and if those fields were good enough for everyone else, they were good enough for him.

And hey, added bonus! There was no way he was going to get mobbed by slimes and die if there were hundreds of other players stomping the local population to bits!