A beam of light gently shone onto Michael's eyes; they twitched for a bit but eventually, he squinted them open, and his heart started racing.

He shot upwards, or at least attempted to but was met with a stone ceiling above his head.

After nearly knocking himself out, he cautiously pushed upwards with his left hand. Swiping from left to right he attempted to figure where he was.

With no luck on figuring out where he was, with the only option left being to push onto the stone ceiling, he forced his left hand upwards which in turn made the stone ceiling sink into the ground.

Impressed with his new found skill he smiled gleefully only to then look down and see that he was missing his right arm.

His eyes became panicky and made sure wasn't still bleeding out from his previous wound. He gently rubbed his stub and sulked over his misfortune, but instead of a fleshy injury, he met a smooth stone-like surface.

although he was shocked by the condition that his arm was in and the fact it was made out of stone, he put it down to having the Earth attribute.

'It's nice knowing that I'm not going to bleed to death but...'

"Oh, my poor little arm!"

He wept into his single left palm.

"Why did you have to leave me so soon!"

Even though he tried his best, Michael couldn't hide his regret by exploding with overly-dramatic comments. Calming down, he took a knee and shivered as he remembered nearly dying; the thought of ending up in the stomach of that one-eyed demon sent shivers down his spine.

Curious as to see what happened to the corpse, he limped his way across the path he conveniently made when punching the over-grown snake into the masses of trees.

'Might as well check my status I guess.'

He thought to himself, curious to see what condition he was in.

Name: Michael Iverson

Age: 12

HP: 80/300

MP: 20/300

Race: Earthoid

Points Available: 10

Strength: 12

Dexterity: 20

Constitution : 32

Intelligence: 30

Charisma: 10

Earth: 53

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'Wow, I'm glad I put points into constitution otherwise I may di... why has my race changed?'

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"What the hell is an Earthoid?"

"E-er Status what is an Earthoid?"

*Earthoid - A creature that was once human but had formed a relationship with the ground and became one with the earth.

They are said to be able to control Earth based elements far better than average humans.*

'Are you trying to say the ground had intercourse with me?'

Less than savoury thoughts came to mind as he imagined how it would have gone down.

"I always knew Mother Nature was a naughty one."

Michael smiled smugly at his joke, the smug smile then turned in maniacal laughing.

Maybe it's because of his loneliness or maybe its because he was so tense, Michael didn't know, but he went with his body's instincts and laughed for a good 5 minutes.

'Well I'll but those points into constitution, hopefully, that'll help me survive a little longer in this System forsaken place!'

After stumbling his way to the snake corpse, he took in the grizzly mess he made.

"Ah yes I did this, all me, you see that chunk of meat over there about 50 metres away... yep I did that!"

Michael couldn't hide his ear stretching smile, he looked quite insane with the corner of lips being ripped apart and having pearly white teeth with splattered blood on them, but he just couldn't stop smiling.

Still, his eyes shone with caution making sure not to be caught off-guard again.

"I blew that meat high into the sky."

*growl* A slight rumble came to fruition from Michael's stomach.

'I haven't eaten for System knows how long.'

Michael's eyes started gauging all the different parts of the snake that had 'placed' around the forest.

"Oh Gluttony why do you torture me so?"

He cried aloud while shaking his 'stub' towards the gradually brightening sky.

An unsure look appeared on his face as he quizzically examined a piece of meat, around the size of a fist. Having no way to actually cook the piece of snake steak, due to not living in a feral beast filled forest before, he acquiesced his decision to bite into the fleshy corpse to appease the unfortunate need to survive.

Blood oozed down his pointed chin, and his teeth pulled at the stringy meat as though in a battle of tug-o-war with it.

'Fucking hell I might as well be having a tug-o-war with this bloody thing.'

Michael thought to himself as he carnivorously tore apart the meat, painting a red canvas on the lower part of his face.

After finishing his gory meal, looking like he came straight out of an insane asylum, he began gathering his thoughts and making a plan.

"First I'm going to need some kind of bag to hold this meat until I find more food, and I need some clothes; as much as I love the wind against my lil firecracker, I don't want to freeze to death."

Eyeing his surroundings for danger, he started gathering twigs and large leaves in an attempt to create something that, hopefully, resembles a bag.

The leaves he found were at least two feet long and one foot wide, they were dark green but had bright red veins that ran up from the stem which separated the leaves into sections.

The twigs he gathered were long brown and thin, but were also conveniently flexible, allowing them to be tied to objects.

Excited by the prospect of being fully clothed, he placed all the materials into a pile.

He had a first attempt at making a bag.

-one hour later-

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Michael started gasping for air after a fit of rage.

"How am I supposed to do this. It's actually impossible, how the actual fuck.... Arrrrgh!"

He screamed as the two pieces of leaves collapsed off a branch he was using to hold them together.

Apparently only having one hand increases the failure rate of doing... anything.

"You arrogant little prick!"

Bellowing at the defenceless inanimate object, Michael sucked in his gut as he remembered the last time he started shouting he was nearly turned into a corpse.

Terrified by his memories, he stood stone still and quickly rotated his body around, with his eyes wide open, searching for anything that shows slight hunger.

"listen, leafy my boy, we just gotta work together, haven't you always aspired to be a beautiful backpack for a courageous warrior, like myself?"

He dropped his head into his one arm and shakily blew out some air, his insanity was getting to him.

'You are talking to a leaf Michael, what the hell is wrong with you!'

He charged his head into a tree in a fit of anger, which reverberated and a couple of birds flew out it, clearly disturbed.

He dropped backwards, arms and legs spread in a starfish position.

"Ouch, my head."