Name: Daniel Blackwell
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Body/ Strength: 6/ Endurance: 5/ Toughness: 4
Mind/ Acuity: 27/ Wisdom: 3/ Intelligence: 3
Soul/ Destiny: 0/ Fate: 3/ Radiance 9997
"Hmm." Now it's not like I thought me walking around for two days would increase any of my bodily stats by any visible amount. I know how hard grinding stats is in this game. Or rather, this world.
However. I did think that at least my intelligence or wisdom would go up. What with me not only surviving multiple days out here in the wilderness. But also building my own shelters and all that. But apparently that wasn't the case.
`Maybe it's because I didn't acquire the knowledge I'm taking advantage of in this world?` Unlike with the language on the crates before, this was after all the things I had already known before I came to this world.
`I sure hope that's not true. Intelligence and Wisdom both need to be high if I want to be a proper Mage.` High-level spells in this game had quite high intelligence and wisdom requirements. So for any spellcaster worth their salt, they were prime stats.
"Then again. Who even knows how magic works?" It's not like this was the first time I considered this question. From the very first day, I had subtly been trying to figure out how magic works.
But I honestly have no clue. There were obviously no buttons to press to cast spells. No new form of energy deep within my body.
At least not any I could feel. And certainly no other useful ideas about what else it could be.
"It sure looks like I'll have to pick a physical class in the end. Like knight or rogue." And based on this, my only real choice was to become a physically focused class. If I can't eventually figure out how to use magic, that is.
Not that there was anything like classes in this game. No classes. No Levels. No stat boosts without hard work and grinding. No set paths. No story you had to follow. Nothing.
The way the game worked is that you basically chose to be whatever you wanted to be based on your stats and what you wanted to do. Just like in real life. Everything from a simple small-time merchant to a royal escort knight was in the cards.
You could even be a villain and go around murdering people. Though that usually led to a pretty quick death. And obviously, it was still like that.
Especially considering this was a real, living, breathing world now. So whatever I choose to do in the future is completely up to me.
But as happy as I was about that. It still doesn't change the fact that right now. With my stats as they are, I wasn't even worth hiring as fodder in a war. And I knew I wanted some kind of occupation that had to do with fighting.
That was the only thing I was good at after all. At least in terms of the game. Not just PVE but PVP too. I knew all the spells and skills. How to dodge, block, or parry them.
Or at least I hoped. My thoughts continuously bounce back and forth between believing that I'll be just fine if it comes to a fight. And the much more realistic knowledge that I would probably be cooked either way. Even if my stats were higher.
`I've never even been in a real fight. Where the fuck does this confidence even come from?` The only good thing about this whole thought process was that I knew I wasn't alone in this. Many men think like that. That we'd be able to handle whatever is thrown our way.
And it wasn't the only good thing. My thoughts helped pass the time. Something I really did need. Because nothing was happening. Again.
Not on the third and not on the fourth day either. Other than me getting more used to this body. To my own voice. To what I can and can't do. And how much rest I need to really push myself the following day.
On day three, I only managed to cover another seven or maybe eight kilometers. But on day four, I finally managed to push around ten kilometers before I needed to make shelter.
Still not even halfway to the forest, but making progress. Though I believe it's mostly because I wasn't tormenting this body as much as I did on the first day. The consequences of that possibly having slowed me down on the second and third day.
Not that this meant I was doing fine and was full of energy. I was still struggling. My new body wasn't used to this. Only able to keep going because I knew otherwise I would eventually starve out here.
I have already eaten through about one-sixth of my rations by now. Things are really not going well for me. My previous plan to make it all the way to the mountain, and maybe even across it, with the rations from the ship is pretty much impossible by now.
`Meaning that I will have to find some kind of food pretty much right away once I make it to the forest.` A possibility that didn't fill me with confidence. Since my stats are horrible, and I have no idea what kind of wildlife I might encounter.
I just have to hope that it's wildlife I know from the game and that it behaves similarly to how it does in it. Then maybe I can catch something to eat.
Though I still need to be careful. After all, now that this was a real world, disease was also a thing. And while cold climates usually kill off most bacteria, it still doesn't mean I can just eat animals without properly preparing and cooking them.
Another thing I have never done before. But I hope and pray it will work out for me.
"You know. All of this is just hopes and prayers, for real, for real." I wish I could chuckle about this. But I can't. After all, it was the truth.
I'm not unaware that me still being alive is already a miracle. Especially according to my own theory about the whole airship incident. So whoever is watching over me deserves my thanks, that's for sure.
And as far-fetched as it may seem. Me having some kind of guardian angel watching over me is not impossible. Since I am already in this more than a little fantastical situation.
Every day passing by, where nothing bad happens, only reinforces the idea that someone or something might be watching over me in this world.
Although. Maybe that part is wrong. Because just walking. With my own thoughts the only thing keeping me company was getting on my nerves. Which is why I was so glad when I finally reached the end of the snow plain by the end of the tenth day.
Of course, that timing was rather terrible. I was not about to go and try to build a new kind of shelter in the woods while daylight was running out.
So I choose to make one more snow cave like before, near the tree line of the forest, to spend the night in before I explore the woods tomorrow. Once again, blocking the small entrance with my backpack. Just in case.
The fact that I spend yet another night in a snow cave, outside the forest, also gives me the chance that I could possibly hear some kind of animal noises from the safety of my shelter during the night. Noises I may be able to identify if I listen carefully.
Noises that I indeed hear throughout the night. Though a primal part of me wished I hadn't. Howling. And not just from the wind this time.