'A lot of things there.' Jacob thought as he ruminated over the meaning of what he's just read, it didn't seem like much but skill and spell he'd gotten from the God are both at level three. He doesn't really have a baseline for spells but Jacob knew that his haggling skill is good enough to push him through several... "contracts" he'd taken back on earth- and his father's opinion about him getting "17%" on a company that sells nothing but un-branded shoes didn't matter.

That 17% had netted him more than what he paid for and in Jacob's eyes, that's good enough. Which means that his haggling skill is- in his opinion - actually above average compared to the regular folk who'd never haggled in their life (not that the modern people of earth even have the chance to do haggling in the first place, of course.) and since Haggling and financial management are done side by side, that means that he at least is better than his own silver spoon fed peers who lavishly spend any money they get their hands on.

The point is, though- no matter how small the number next to the level of his skill may be, [Crafting] should be good enough for him to make proper healing items.

[Locate] wasn't even a question because the moment that he laid his eyes on the spell's magic circle, Jacob knew that if there's a tier for spells, then the damn thing is definitely sitting comfortably in the top somewhere.

He eyed the complex thing he barely understood for a single second before deciding to pour amp into it and as he did, an image (more of a question, actually,) let itself known inside his head, it wanted to know what kind of thing Jacob is looking for and it wanted to know before the spell is released. He didn't really know what to look for so Jacob decided to trust the level 3 spell to give him directions to 'Healing Items.'

And in an unsurprising turn of events, [Locate] did what he asked for, and all it costs was a sudden sharp pain suddenly being introduced to his head.

The end result was this fascinating feeling- to Jacob, at least, - where he got a sense of where the items he asked for are. The feeling wasn't that strong, it was more like a tug, telling him what direction it's in and what it sort of looked like, well, not really... it just gave him a vague enough impression of an iconic feature that he'd know what it is the moment that he laid his eyes on it. Still, that was more than enough for him to go by and as Jacob got up, he turned his head everywhere, feeling for the closest item he can find.

The thing that he was looking for was southbound and he didn't even think twice before deciding to move- item placement and how close all of them to each other are be damned.

'What?' Jacob thought as he looked at the yellow thing under the cover of darkness. The... fruit was a quaint little thing the size of his hand, shaped like a pear, and had bright green spots all over its body. There were only a few of them (seven or so,) growing on this tomato-like plant, growing more and more abundant the further up it went which... isn't saying much because in the end, the plant was only three feet taller than Jacob himself. Every fruit was easily pickable if he went up his toes.

And that's what he exactly did, tipping to his toes and extending his arm out to grab the highest fruit before slowly going down until he picked the plant clean of the yellow things.

He eyed it for a quick second, observing if it's one of those primitive fruits that he usually found on their family owned island (which his father for some reason refused to build on other than what's necessary. I.E a villa on the beach.) and after a brief inspection and cut, he confirmed that it was, in fact, not at all what he suspected it was.

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Did the surprise of knowing that the fruit has more flesh than seed stop him from eating the entire thing? Nope. He ate one in absolute gusto, realized that they actually taste sweet, and then ate another. He didn't feel his leg heal but the ringing pain turned into a dull itch way before he found his way to another one of the targeted items- and when he saw this one, Jacob can feel his [Crafting] slink into place, telling him that it was a usable material.

What it was though, gave Jacob pause. But only for a second or two before he decided to shrug the fear of going near a moss that pulsed with red energy. Then he realized that oddly enough, it wasn't the moss that was the source of the pulse, but something underneath the rock said moss is growing on, flipping it over let him see the black oval thing that looked like an eye, he didn't know what it does or what it is but again, almost everything is alien to him so he just plucked it from the ground and out of its night-black roots.

He ate another one of the fruits as he shoved the thing inside his pocket then he focused back on the feelings [Locate] gave him and accidentally thought about the thing in his pocket because the spell led him there- then things changed and [Crafting] resonated with his spell and that led to them connecting to one another in a temporary fusion that removed everything else from his mind and left only the things compatible with the oval thing which... aren't much.

There are only two or three around him and they're near enough that Jacob decided to take them all.

The first thing that he went to was this 2 and a half feet tall brownish plant with dark purple leaves hanging loosely on needle-sized vines that due to their large numbers, gave the small plant an impression of a head full of hair. Jacob took it out of the ground and saw the actual component, a red root. Moving on, he went to the next ingredient and this one was a small stone in the middle of a thousand other rocks, Jacob found it and picked it up easily enough but he knew without [Locate] he wouldn't even know what it is.

And finally, Jacob created a makeshift prong to shake the branch of a tree to force its brownish leaves to fall down. He picked up four of them before leaving to find a secluded spot where he can craft his item in peace.

[Crafting] whispered into Jacob's ears as he stared down all his collected items, he took a fruit and started munching before eventually finishing it, putting down the number to a good 3. He wanted to stop eating but it's simply too sweet. Still, delicious or not, Jacob threw them to a corner near the trunk of the tree he's settling in to start making things- recipes came in and Jacob took mental note of all of them, most of them involved the oval rock (no surprise there,) but the most prominent one, which to Jacob, feels like a shining beacon in his own mind, was a recipe that mixed three of the ingredients; the root and the two stones.

With an index finger pressing his chin, Jacob looked at the assembled materials, crafting the seemingly important item out of the three ingredients gave him a sense that it'll heal his wounds by tomorrow but then he'll have nothing- which he argued is fine in the end because he'll just locate them again, just much healthier this time.

"Yeah, fuck it." Jacob shrugged and inserted the oval stone into the root, watching it go black before stuffing it with the regular stone. The color changed again, this time into a dull brown but that soon turned black before the root just... decided to disintegrate into dust and leave nothing but a now crimson oval stone behind. "Alchemy." Jacob said to himself after what he just saw, "Alchemy." He said again.

Following the instructions of [Crafting] Jacob slathered the stone on his leg and continued resisting the confusion he felt as the stone continued to break down everything he knew. And when it was finally done, the ache he felt from the wound disappeared to get replaced by the coldish-warm feeling that followed, like he had just wiped his wound with mint.

Then, after everything, the stress that held him awake until now went away and the tiredness it's been holding back until now took over everything and pushed Jacob to sleep.