His eyes fly open as he wakes in excruciating pain as though he is on fire, being stung by thousands of bee stings, and being skinned alive all at once.

“AHHhhough” He tries to stand but has just enough time to flip on his side before he pukes up his dinner and an unhealthy amount of blood from the immense torture he put his body through.

Shaking and still in pain, he somehow manages to stand with the help of the tree that he passed out next to.

Before he could take in the carnage that he caused he doubles over and empties the last of his stomach in a bush that was at his feet.

Finally, with the pain slowly subsiding, he is able to take in his surroundings.

First he checks what time it is by where the sun is in the sky, he judges it to be just past noon, assuming it was just past midnight when he passed out, that is a whole 12 hours of pain so intense that he couldn’t even think.

Looking down the beach now, he tried to recall anything that he could from last night.

His memory of what transpired stars to come back to him as he takes in the scene that is before him.

The utter carnage was enough to make him want to puke again, but he would have to have something left in his stomach to do that.

Going in order he checks out the wolf that he killed first

It’s laying on its side with a smooth cut across its throat and most of its blood drained. For any hunter in his past life this would have been the perfect kill.

The problem was the rest of them, the next one he killed lies at the end of a massive blood streak, its head is much farther out, at the edge of the water.

You could tell that there wasn’t any technique behind that swing because rather than it being a nice and smooth cut, it looked more like he used the flat side of his sword and just tore through it.

The third wolf he killed doesn’t even have the middle of its body and its guts are spread out all over the place, lying 10 feet away at the farthest.

The fourth wolf that he killed didn’t die instantly so the area around where it lay is all torn up and it wore one of the most painful faces he has ever seen.

Wondering where the last one was, he looks around and spots a puddle of blood nearby where he remembers hitting it.

“T-t-that can’t b-be it can it?” He says.

His voice is shaky from the pain that he is in as well as the terror of being the one that caused this utter massacre.

Falling to his knees, he grabs his head, thousands of thoughts rushing through him.

(I-I’m a monster. WHAT HAVE I-... no… I did it to survive.) Calming down a bit, he lays down for a while to collect his thoughts.

After about a half an hour he gets up, practically starving.

(I’ll eat something and try to make my way to the river to wash up and get a drink) He says, trying to get himself moving.

After getting up, he walks to his camp, grabs some fish, and heads down to the river.

He washes off and takes a drink once he gets there and stays a while to eat the fish he brought.

Once he is done eating he heads back, head down, pondering about what he should do next.

Deciding to distract himself from the mental and physical pain that he is in, he starts to work on something using the snake scales that he grabbed.

(I should turn this into some armor. It’s probably the best material for it.)

Using the sharp piece of bone that he grabbed as well as some string, he starts to stitch the scales together.

Each scale, even with the bone as a needle, requires a decent amount of force to puncture and with every hole he makes, he nearly screams in pain because of how sore he is.

Deciding that that was too tough for his body to handle in its current state, he decides to stop after connecting just four of them.

(I have to use my strength to survive but using my strength might kill me, or at least make me want to die to escape it. It’s quite the catch 22 ha.. Ha… hm.) He thinks while trying to laugh about it to hopefully raise his spirits, to no avail.

Three days go by with him just going through the movements and trying to use as little force as possible.

He is finally well enough to fish again, having nearly eaten all of what he had stashed away, he decides to stock up again.

After fishing for nearly half a day, he catches 14 decent size fish and an absolutely massive one that lifts his spirits tremendously.

By the fifth day he is a little sore but able to do everything that he could before.

In fact, he was actually stronger than he was before because of his growth skill that not only massively helped with his recovery but also by practically turning his pain and suffering into strength.

For the next four days he worked on and finished his “scale-mail” armor.

“Nice, I was able to make a chest-piece and pants with just a couple scales left over.”

Having finally put that experience behind him as well as cleaning up the beach by throwing the corpses into the water about a half-mile away, Ozborn starts working on his biggest project yet.

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“IT’S TIME TO BUILD A HOUSE!” He shouts into the woods, having returned to his normal self at last.

Using an axe that he made he clears out a section of the woods a little ways away from the river, right where the beach meets the woods.

Then, using the stumps and some logs that he drives into the ground a little ways with his now freakish strength, he is able to make a pretty strong foundation.

(I’m honestly surprised that I don’t look like some giant muscly mass at this point. Why is that?)

[That is due to your being a hero of a god. When a god reincarnates someone they may choose their appearance. And aside from some minor changes like scars or major ones, the loss of a limb and the like, they will typically stay within the parameters that are set by the god upon rebirth.]

(Hm, interesting. I guess I’m glad for that but did she really have to give my hair this purple hue?)

[That is common among heroes, for their god will typically choose their own hair color as their summon’s to make them stand out and to prove that they are theirs.]

(Oh, so It’s like a trademark? Anyways, this is getting pretty off topic, I have a house to build!)

Gathering his courage, and some building materials, he starts working on the floor of his soon-to-be log cabin.

He uses a joinery technique to put it together since he does not have nails, although this does take much longer.

(I’m glad I made this hammer and chisel earlier, I wouldn’t be able to do this at all without them) Ozborn thinks to himself.

Throughout the day he of course has to get food and water, but due to his newfound strength he doesn’t get tired and doesn’t need to take breaks at all.

By sundown he has a quarter of the floor done- a 125 square foot, rectangle on the ground supported and leveled by the stumps and logs that he drove into the ground.

Going to sleep, he awaits tomorrow.

It takes him two days to finish the 500 square foot floor, make sure it’s sturdy, and plan what to do next.

He ended up chopping a 4 square foot hole through the floor on the far side of the house to make room for a fireplace.

The next day he cuts and chisels out two sections on the beach-side of the house to fit in the door frame as well as make a very small porch off the front of the house, complete with a small railing and a doormat made out of the one good wolf carcass that he ended up keeping.

“Not too bad if I-do-say-so-myself.” He says, patting himself on the back.

(Now for the walls, uhhhh this is going to be such a pain.)

It takes a whole week for him to finish the walls of the cabin, with nothing else of note that happens.

(Now we have the roof to work on. No clue how I’m going to do that so I’ll just wing it!).

2 days later, after going on a hunt for food because Ozborn got tired of eating nothing but fish, he spots a raft with someone on it.

Dropping the 3 horned rabbits that he managed to catch he shouts “HEY, ARE YOU OKAY!”

He starts running towards the person but then slows down, in case it’s just a trap.

Once he gets close enough he realizes that the person appears to be a young woman who is dressed like a ninja.

“Hey, are you okay?” He says while cautiously reaching down and shaking her.

Not receiving a response has him worried as he slowly grabs her wrist to check her pulse.

(Her heart is beating and I think I can see her breathing so she should wake up in an hour or so, depending on how long she has been here)

Slowly picking her up, he heads to his house and lays her down in the middle of the floor. Then heads out to clean and cook the rabbits that he caught.

Roughly 40 minutes later he hears the woman get up and gets on guard.

(Anyone dressed like a ninja probably knows at least 100 ways to kill someone, I should be on alert)

The woman gets up and upon seeing Ozborn standing a few yards away, holding a knife, grabs her hidden weapon that was under her clothes at her waist.

“Woah, calm down. I found you washed up on the shore so I carried you to my house. My name is Osborn Godfrey. What's your name?” (I should have checked for hidden weapons, this could get ugly pretty quick)

“What?” She says something in a language that Ozborn couldn't understand.

(Appraisal, can you help me out here?)

[Confirmed, translating.]

“Who are you! What language is that?!” She says

“Calm down, I found you washed up on the shore so I carried you to my house. My name is Osborn Godfrey, what's yours?”

“:...I am Iris Gregory, I am in your debt sir Godfrey. But before that, do you mind telling me where I am?”

They both start to ease up a bit but still remain cautious.

(She must be some noble’s daughter with how fancy she talks.)

“To be entirely honest, I have no idea where we are. And you have no reason to be so formal with me, I’m just a normal guy that randomly woke up on this island.”

“Does that mean that you were banished too?”

“Banished? I don’t know, I have no memory of anything before I woke up 2 months ago.”

(If I tell her that I was sent by the gods she would probably call me a blasphemer and kill me on the spot.)

“You seem to know an awful lot about survival for someone who lost their memories.” She says accusingly while gesturing to the house and the fire.

“I just did what felt right.” (Of course she would be suspicious of me) “At the very least, I mean you no harm.”

“I will choose to believe you for now then, but should you pose a threat to me, I will not hesitate to kill you.” She says while finally putting her weapon away.

Ozborn also untenses and sets down the knife that he had clenched in his hand.

(I shouldn’t get on her bad side, I can tell by how she stands that she is a trained warrior.)

“Fair enough, and am I right in assuming that you are an assassin or something along those lines?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“And if you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by being banished here?”

“That is a private matter.”

“Okay… are you hungry or thirsty? I just caught a horned rabbit that I’m about to cook.”

(If she is some sort of criminal I might just die in my sleep or something.) He thinks.

“I am hungry, but afterwards I am going to leave.”

“And go where? This island is uninhabited, excluding me, and it’s just ocean as far as the eye can see.”

“I’m not just going to take your word for it, you may be my savior but I have no idea who you really are.”

They sit down around the fire, on opposite ends, and Ozborn starts roasting one of the rabbits.

Not a word is said between them until they are done eating.

(Man, this is awkward.)

“Alright, we have eaten, I shall be on my way.”

She gets up to leave but is stopped by Ozborn.

“At least take this with you.” He says while giving her some of the jerky he made.

“You have saved me and fed me, I couldn’t possibly take your food.”

‘Don’t worry I can easily get more and you are probably going to need it more than me.’

“But-” She starts.

“Just take it, you're the first person I’ve talked to in what feels like forever. You seem to be a good person as well, I don't know why you got banished but I don’t think it was something too bad.”

Clearly embarrassed she takes the food and leaves.