Chapter 13: Recovery
Time passed quickly.
After two days of rest, the small wounds on his body had slowly healed and scabbed over. However, larger wounds, like the long cut on his arm, would likely take a long time to heal without stitches.
It was the wound on his arm that kept him from leaving. After all, he still had some food stored, enough to survive for another five or six days. And if he couldn't hold on any longer, wouldn't there be plenty of meat in the camp that he hadn't eaten yet?
Whether it was due to crossing the threshold between life and death or the dream, Uchiha Uranium felt his spirit power increasing at an accelerated rate. If it had been 10 before, it was now 12 or 13. While it didn't seem like much of a change, it was actually much smoother than his previous training.
After two more days, when most of his wounds showed signs of healing, Uchiha Uranium gave up waiting and stood up, forcing himself to walk over to the corpse of the Exploding Owlbear. After carefully searching it, he found nothing and slowly walked back towards the camp.
The bear yielded nothing. Its fur had completely fallen out, and the stench of decay lingered. Its claws and teeth were incredibly gray and cracked with the slightest pressure. It was probably the radiation; otherwise, such a creature wouldn't be so brittle.
As for its flesh, forget it. As soon as he peeled back the fur, its seemingly solid form instantly collapsed. The overwhelming stench of decay nearly choked him to death. The flesh had completely rotted away. The sheer horror of nuclear radiation was truly unimaginable.
He had previously been clueless about this, believing the spirit beast's flight was a sign of something strange. But now, seeing this once robust spirit beast reduced to this state, he was terrified. Any creature would know to run away, avoiding even a drop of contact.
The journey was safe, as if the Spirit Beast Forest had once again returned to its peaceful state, with no spirit beasts causing trouble or any unusual incidents.
Uchiha Uranium had decided that he would never again seek death before his injuries had fully healed. His previous horrific experience had taught him that to attempt something suicidal without preparation was truly courting death.
For example, as for the tree hole he'd visited earlier, he would definitely wait until later if it wasn't necessary.
Even if he missed out on some rare treasures, it didn't matter. Life was only one, so cherishing the present was more important than anything else. Only now did he understand the preciousness of the word "stability."
Returning to camp, everything was a bit disjointed, yet still the same as before. The fire had long since gone out, and the meat hanging there was neither smoked nor rotted, but rather in an extremely awkward state.
You'd say it was delicious, but it had only been smoked for so long, and the fire hadn't been re-ignited. It was a blessing to be able to eat it.
You'd say it was unpalatable, but it was still cooked through, and you could still swallow it with a little bit of chewing, and it had a flavor, after all, it was smeared with salt. As for re-smoking it now, it was definitely too late.
The meat was already set, so he could only adjust the flavor slowly. Whether it tasted good or not was another matter; as long as it was edible, it was fine.
The boy was no longer picky. He quickly set up a grill and began grilling the bacon. While there wasn't any saying that time travelers' barbecue was the best, just having some was precious.
He finished his meal and concluded that it was a bit tough on the teeth.
Looking back, the cabin wasn't built yet, so he had to grill his food. He had no bowl to drink water from, only his own skin bag. Everything was just beginning, yet he was covered in wounds. He didn't know what to say in this situation. "
Live!
"He said with a wry smile, shaking his head. He used the motto "Life goes on, tomorrow will always be better" to motivate himself, and then turned his attention to the foundation.
He soon gave up. Physical work wasn't enough for him yet, so he decided to focus on something else, like building a fence.
A moment later.
He felt a sense of despair. No knife, no axe, no tools at all. His spirit was the Sharingan, not a sword or a knife. He couldn't carve anything. He was completely doomed!
Damn!
"What can I do? I can't just rub a house out of it myself, can I?"
Desperate, Uchiha Uranium's gaze gradually shifted to his hands. Looking at his newly healed arm, he fell into deep thought. There was no other way.
Even if he had only his hands, he would have to do it. With this thought, the young man raised his head, stood up, and walked silently toward the pile of logs.
A month later.
A crude, simple wooden house stood beside the forest lake. Its base was a semicircle of logs laid flat, flat side up, round side down, embedded in the ground. Several vines secured the foundation, preventing it from escaping.
From the foundation, a swath of green rose above. Solid, wooden branches supported the anchor points of the walls, while crisscrossing vines wove a lush green wall. The same thing happened all around. Since raw wood proved difficult to come by, Uchiha Uranium finally came up with the idea of using vines to solve the wall problem.
The results were quite successful. Although these rainforest vines were damp at first, after washing and drying, their odor disappeared. While their toughness decreased, their texture significantly improved.
Combined with appropriately shaped branches as anchors, a stable and breathable wall was complete.
The hut stood about three meters high, three and a half meters including the foundation, and was about three meters deep, vertically, and vertically. From the outside, it looked like a perfectly square block.
While it looked and was indeed foolish, the painstaking effort involved, the lengthy process of weaving the walls piece by piece, couldn't be described in a few words.
The vine walls were surrounded by walls, but they had doors, windows, and a skylight. While the space inside was small, it was more than enough for him to live and sleep alone.
He covered himself with furs when the vines let in drafts, preventing him from getting too cold. When the sun was abundant, he opened the skylight to let in light, preventing the room from being too gloomy.
The food problem is quite serious, but the gap can be improved. After discovering that the traps will not be contaminated with nuclear radiation before they are triggered, he came up with an idea to catch prey with traps.
Although powerful soul beasts will not be killed by such traps, there are always weak soul beasts that he cannot eat. So he just has to check the traps every day to see if there are any prey dead around.
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