Through the tall grass ran a little rabbit. Well, by normal standards, it wasn't anything normal; it was as big as a cow, but right now it ran because something was following it. The creature was unaware, as he wasn't able to see properly what or who it was. So the white bunny ran through the grass and around the trees to maybe loosen its chaser.
But suddenly, while running, the bunny stepped on something, and before it knew it,it found itself hanging upside down from a giant bush. It was trapped inside a net made out of plant fibers. He heard the sound of laughter in the distance, and a man appeared out of the tall grass.
"Was it always that fucking easy?"
The man spoke. The rabbit noticed the man's size was almost the same as his. The man was tiny, and the rabbit tried its best to chew through or get out of the net, but unfortunately that didn't work at all. As the rabbit looked at the man again, he saw that the man had two blades on his waist and was wearing armor crafted from snake scales. His chest, shoulders, legs, knees, forearms, and such were covered by the armor while still allowing him proper movement. The man drew out one of his blades, which made the rabbit shriek out in fear. As the shrieks of a dying rabbit resounded through the forest,.
[Inferior creature has been killed
+10 merits]
"Do they have to be that loud?" he asked himself as he dragged back the rabbit's corpse to his home base. He had made a few changes to his base. He had made a gate using wooden sticks and plant fiber from the flowers. And a bed frame using the same, which now had rabbit-pelt bedsheets and a squirrel-tail blanket and pillows. He honestly had no idea what to do with the snake's body, so he turned the scales into armor for himself since they would be good defense against normal stuff. And finally, the head of the snake was put up on the wall as decoration, for it was the first real enemy he killed in a battle. He wanted to keep it, but it was missing teeth, which he also used for something else. He had also realized just how much fucking better intermediate-grade weapons were.
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If there are two inferior creatures fighting and both are on the same level, no one knows who'll win. But if the weakest inferior creature holding an intermediate weapon and the strongest inferior creature fight, The strongest would struggle a lot. That was the fucking difference, and for him, getting an intermediate weapon meant the tutorial was going to be smooth sailing from here on out.
But that doesn't mean it would be the same after that as well. Who knows what hell he would be facing after going back to his home? If this was the supposed tutorial, then it meant the game would only get worse from here on out. And for that, he needed to somehow get stronger. He was still not sure what was going on in general or if anyone else except him had survived. Because if he were the only survivor, He'd rather not think about that right now.
He walked out towards the branch through the tunnel after he finished his lunch and looked up. The blue spring fruits—yeah, that's what he called them—were calling out to him. Well, not actually, but he felt like he needed to challenge himself because if he wasn't going to get stronger, he would die sooner or later.
After waving towards his bird friends a few trees away, he pulled out his blades and started climbing, using them as support, digging them into the tree trunk and pulling himself up, then pulling out the sword and stabbing it higher up over and over again, climbing the tree, aiming for that fruit. As he got closer and closer, his heartbeat started getting faster, anticipating getting attacked from any direction at any point. But it went much smoother.
No snakes jumping out of the tree to wrap around him and make him fall to his death or choke him out; no hawks diving in and tearing him apart with their sharp claws and beaks. Everything went too smoothly, honestly, making him even more paranoid.
As he finally reached the branch, he pulled himself onto the branch and started walking towards the fruit. And then, sitting down on the branch, he cut a piece of the fruit with the help of the blades. Upon eating it, his face almost melted. This was the sweetest thing he had eaten in the last few days. He couldn't help it. But the feeling of fulfillment was short-lived, as he heard a tingling sound and, upon opening his eyes, saw a screen that made his face change.
"What the fuck?"