Its been a full week since I've been on this God-forsaken island, and most of that time has been spent on figuring out how to survive on my own. Which plant was edible, how to avoid the more aggressive monsters, where to find water, making a small shelter, the works. The first two-part especially sucked because it meant trial and error. Which meant trying to run for my life and sneak past random encounters by the truckload, all while having diarrhea for the most part.

Not fun, not fun at all really. Still, apparently desperation truly did wonders in helping me level up some skill.

[Minor Poison resistance Lv. 3]

[Stealth Lv. 1]

[Heal Lv. 1]

[Run Lv. 5]

I tried swinging around a stick for a few hours every day but I never did unlock any "swordsmanship" or club martial arts. Heck, I didn't even get boxing or some sort of unarmed martial art skill which I actually knew from before. Did skills have a prerequisite before I unlocked them? Do I need to get exp from "fighting" monsters? I really wish there was a game guide or a tutorial- oh wait, this was the tutorial.

I meant a non-shit one.

Who the heck just toss a bunch of random kids in the woods without any help and expect them to do well, much less save the world? When I get to heaven, I'm so gonna have some choice words with the Goddess, and maybe share a knuckle sandwich.

I've mostly figured out the bare minimums of surviving here, and by here I meant the 3-5% of the island I could explore without instadeath, so I guess its time to see if killing one of these monsters won't net me an Lv. up or a new skill. Time to get some payback.

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"Hey, dumbass, over here!" A fist-sized rock greeted the green humanoid right as my voice echoed out. I didn't actually know what the heck it was, but I'm just gonna call it a goblin for convenience's sake. It didn't actually look like the goblins that I knew of from popular RPG games, it was the size of a small child at 4 feet and some inches tall, long skinny arms with disproportional length and oversized hands with sharp knife-like claws, and two large floppy ears on either side of its head.

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Which means it was a scary-ass mother effer when it bum-rushed me at what startling speed. I had picked what I thought was a safe distance of 30 meters, but the thing closed in on me in the blink of an eye, the overgrown foliage and tree roots did absolutely nothing to hinder it.

Not good. I had armed myself with a sturdy long wooden spear because of the safety advantages of range and its relative ease of use, but now my cowardice and "cleverness" has come to bite me in the ass.

With my reach nullified I was all but helpless as the damn thing start dicing me up. Not only was my clumsy attempts at blocking barely effective, but unlike me, the thing had two weapons which it could use with ease. So much for not being as stupid as the other kids, getting my ass kicked this badly against the stereotypical "mob" monster is really embarrassing, especially since I know I have an audience even if I can't see them.

"Fuck you!"

I didn't know whether that was meant for the goblin or my imaginary image of the others laughing at me from heaven, but either way, the rage gave me the short burst of strength I needed to kick it off me. It was surprisingly light as it was sent flying backward, but I didn't stay to look as I tossed the makeshift spear behind me and booked it.

[Heal]!

[Heal]!

With no mana bar or skill description to assist me, I could only use it twice without fear of repercussion of overtaxing my mana and fainting. Thankfully, 2 was all I needed to fix my legs, and with my high(?) level in running and longer stature, I could outpace it in the long haul. I hope.

I ran. I ran across wild bushes, I jumped over fall logs and climbed over boulders, I waddled through streams and swam far up scream, I crawled through mud and undergrowth, I circled around and took many folks in the road. I started my "hunt" at a few hours after sunrise, and let I had been hunted until near sunset. It was only thanks to the markings I've left that I had even managed to find my way back to camp during all that bullshit.

I was stupidly wrong. The Goblin was faster than me even with its short stubby legs, the only thing I had going for me was my stamina, but the thing recovered its own far faster than me and its nose was like a bloodhound. Which was how I now found myself sand shirt and pants, covered in mud and gunk and dripping wet like a miserable cat.

I'm tired. So, so, so very tired. That goblin was way too strong. If it wasn't for the fact that my wounds might get infected, I would've just fallen asleep right then and there, but I didn't know if my Heal would also help with that or just close the wound with all the bacteria and stuff still inside.

I started a fire, used most of my stored water supply to clean myself, and with a particularly sharp rock, I reopened my wounds, scrapping off the dried mud and semi-formed scabs before searing the wound shut with a burning hot stone. The pain was so shocking I actually dropped it and managed to get another burn on my thigh before I was done.

[Heal]

[Heal]

[Heal]

Three was my limit, but right before I passed out a large grin filled my face as I briefly saw the message

[-Lv. Up]