When he opens his eyes it is very bright but once his eyes get used to the light he sees that he is on a beach wearing commoner’s clothes that he has seen in plenty of medieval movies along with an iron sword on his hip
“This is really another world isn’t it? I should take in my surroundings for now.”
He looks around a little bit on this seemingly deserted island to take in his surroundings.
Towards the center of the island there is a giant mountain range that stretches into the clouds and although nothing seems to be wrong with it there is a sort of foreboding air that surrounds it, confirming what the goddess told him.
Between him and the mountain is a very thick woods with great big trees and fauna that he has never seen before.
Just off the beach lies the rough waters of an ocean that seems to go on forever.
He walks up to the water and looks at his reflection in it and is shocked.
“My hair! It’s purple!” He shouts.
(It’s the same color as Mana’s so it definitely has something to do with her) He thinks.
Looking at the rest of his body he sees that it is pretty much exactly the same except for some scars that he had before were now gone.
His attention gets drawn to the sword at his hip and he uses one of the skills that he got: Appraisal
[Simple iron sword- indestructible]
(Sweet, I could tell it was special but I wasn’t expecting that much, thank you appraisal!)
He continues to take in his surroundings and wanders around on the beach for a while until he finds what he was looking for: a river.
He heads over to check it out.
The river is roughly 430 feet wide at its mouth and is moving at a slow but steady pace.
(Appraisal, do your thing!) He thinks excitedly.
A voice resonates in his head ‘Freshwater river- mostly clean, safe to drink’
(I don’t even have to test it or anything, thank you goddess!)
He takes a sip of the river water and although it doesn’t taste very good, it is still drinkable
Ozborn is setting up a tent that he saw while watching his favorite survival shows. Once the tent is pitched he shouts ‘Camping is the best!.’
Back to reality, he thinks back on his knowledge of the woods and decides to make a knife to use to clean animals and other things that are too precise for him to do with a sword.
He finds a chunk of flint in a pile of rocks by the river and sets it on a large rock and smashes it with another until it is small enough and sharp enough to be useful.
Then he uses his sword to chop a branch off of a tree and chops it small enough to be a handle and adds a slit on the end and jams the chunk of flint into it.
“Ta-da!” He shouts.
He then grabs a bunch of dead sticks and makes them into a campfire on the beach.
Now that he has a knife he does something that he has been itching to do sense he got here: test out his magic.
He feels the mana in his veins and gathers it at his fingertips and thinks of fire.
It takes some effort and extreme focus but after a few seconds a ball of fire appears, hovering above his hand, no bigger than a baseball and he uses it to light the campfire that he set up.
“Yes! This is awesome! Hahah-” suddenly a huge wave of exhaustion hits him and he falls over feeling more exhausted than he has ever been.
“That goddess… she could have warned me that my mana capacity would be so low… ‘cough’ ‘cough’”
He manages to sit up and he rests by the fire for a couple minutes.
His stomach starts to rumble and he gets hungry so now that he is rested enough he goes to see what he can find in the woods.
After a while he sees a deer in a small clearing.
(It’s probably not too scared of humans because it has never seen one so I should be able to get closer than the deer from my other world)
As he gets closer he realizes that instead of two horns on its head it has one jagged horn.
(Appraisal, what the heck it that)
[It is an elemental deer- uses water magic to defend itself]
He creeps closer and it notices him but does not run and appears to be checking him out to see if he is friend or foe.
Before the deer gets to do something he jumps out of the bushes and stabs it through the chest and through the heart.
It flails for a bit and cuts him on the arm with its horn.
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It's not a deep wound so he just rips his sleeve and ties it around his wound.
(I need something to drag this thing back so that it doesn’t get too torn up on all of the branches and the like on the way back)
He breaks a chunk of bark off of a big tree nearby and he is just barely strong enough to pick it up, because it is a decent bit bigger than a deer from his other life, and puts it on the piece of bark.
(That should work)
He rips a vine out of a tree and ties it around the deer’s neck and pulls the deer on the piece of bark back to his camp down by the ocean.
Using the knife he made, he dresses the deer at the river and brings it back to the fire that is just bareilly lit
After adding some sticks to the fire he hangs the deer up off of a branch on a tree nearby using the vine that is tied around its neck.
(I need some bigger firewood than this if I want to cook this deer)
Then he tries to chop down a thin tree with his sword.
(Lets see if this works)
After a lot of effort he gets nowhere.
(Whelp, that didn’t work)
He picks up a bunch of sticks in the vicinity, all while his stomach is growling.
When he gets back, he adds the sticks to the fire and he uses the knife he made to skin the deer.
He also cuts a chunk of thigh meat off and sets it over the fire to cook.
(I think I can muster up another spell. This one should work.)
He tries to use a purification spell by reaching his hand out and directing his mana to clean the deer-skin and it turns into a fine leather that he can use later..
Right now he is too tired from that spell to do much of anything and he makes himself walk back over to the fire and takes off the, mostly, cooked meat and eats a bunch of it.
(Ugh, I wish I had some seasoning) He thinks to himself.
After a while he is rested and well-fed and when he gets up to get a drink of the water he sees that the sun is almost down and after he gets a drink he sets up a simple lean-to with a giant branch that he found on the ground and a bunch of smaller branches that he cut off of a tree.
As he drifts off to sleep, he thinks of what he should do next.
For a whole week he practices his swordsmanship and magic and in any time that he gets free, he works on a fish net using the thin stringy underbark on a tree that appraisal calls a ‘thread tree.’
On the third day that week, to stop the meat from rotting, he turns it into jerky with a dry spell.
Early on the morning of his seventh day on the island, he is seen wiping the sweat from his brow after his training.
He is pondering about what he should do next when he hears a roar from within the woods that sends a shiver down his spine.
Scared but determined he grabs his sword and heads into the woods in the direction of the noise.
When he gets there he sees what appraisal calls a [great bear lord and a giant king cobra] locked in an intense battle.
He climbs a tree a ways away from the fight that seems to shake the earth every time they clash.
(I probably would have peed myself if Mana hadn’t yelled at me, it still is scary to think about.)
He stayed for the duration of the fight which ended up going on for several hours.
The result: a massive snake lays on its back with it’s heart and lungs torn out with the exhausted bear standing there eating the meat on the inside.
After about another half an hour the bear is full and heads further into the woods, probably back to its cave.
Once he knows the coast is clear Ozborn climbs down from the tree, stretches and then goes to get a closer look.
When he gets to the giant crater of destruction that was left behind by the clash of the two titans he decides to get a closer look at the snake.
Walking up to the snake, he notices something strange: despite the snake being completely torn open, most, if not all of the snake's scales are completely in-tact.
(That’s so weird. Appraisal, are these special or something?)
[The scales and bones of the Giant King Cobra strengthen and harden as it ages. Meaning that even if the snake itself is weak, if it lives for long enough it can become completely impervious to attacks. The scales of this snake are that of a 243-year old specimen.]
(Wow, how old can they get?)
[They can live up to 1500 years.]
(Hmm, that means that if this snake was 1000 years old, that fight could have gone on for years, provided they had food and water during that time.)
[Incorrect, their major flaw is that even though their bones and scales can hold up to the force, the skin and organs can’t.]
(I kind of feel bad for it now.)
“The jack of most trades, master of bad evolution, you will be missed.” He says jokingly.
(I might actually be able to use this to my advantage.)
He picks up a scale, each the shape of a kite shield, and tears a thin, sharp bone out of the snake and attempts to jam the bone through the scale.
After a bit of force the bone goes cleanly through it.
(Haha, nice, this will work.) He says while making a dubious smile.
He gathers a lot of the scales, each in the shape of a kite shield, and heads back to his camp.
Once there he sets the scales down and begins to work on the last little bit of his fishnet all the way until night.
The next morning he wakes up excited.
“It’s finally done!” He yells.
He grabs his now finished fish net and rushes over to the river that he has been drinking out of.
(I saw some fish that looked like salmon in here, as long as they aren’t some type of monster fish, I can get infinite food without having to wander through the woods for hours.)
The net itself is roughly 16 feet in diameter and the rope that he holds is 75 feet long.
(The rope was a real pain in the ass to make but I’m going to need it to reach even close to the bottom of the river here. You wouldn’t want to make a rope this long at all in my other world but with my enhanced strength, it should be manageable.)
Walking up to the mouth of the river he uses the technique that he used in his past life and throws the net about 15 feet off shore, where the water is, according to Ozborn, estimated to be 80+ feet because of the quick river constantly circulating in this area.
For a half an hour he pulls out nothing but seaweed until his 14th toss when he feels weight in the net.
“I think I finally got something!” He screams excitedly.
Pulling in the rope, he is met with resistance, confirming the fact that he has something in the net.
When he finally gets to shore it turns out that he actually managed to get a few fish that appraisal identifies as two Sabertooth Salmon and a Shining Carp, each are roughly 13 inches long.
“Nice, it didn’t even take that long. This should last me two to three days!”
Using his knife he flays the fish and tosses the remains into the river.
(Now that I know what type of fish are down there, I know what bait I might need if I decide to switch to a fishing pole and I can gather the right herbs to make them taste amazing!)
While heading back he grabs some firm sticks and a flat rock along the shore.
(I’ll need these to cook the fish)
When he gets back it is around lunch time so he eats some jerky and freezes the fish flays with an ice spell.
(Man, magic is so useful, if only I had it in my past life)
He goes the rest of the day like usual but is in way higher spirits than usual.