...The plain was actually a small island surrounded by a river. Sarah can see five distinct biomes beyond its boundaries. There is the forest she had just come from, a rocky field with diagonal mountains, a strange land filled with green slime and bones, a hazy pink grassland resembling a maze, and another dense forest with an eerie looming shadow cast over it.
Yet, what unsettles Sarah most are the four colossal eggs scattered throughout the other biomes. Each one bears a unique pattern, capturing her imagination. The egg nestled within the rocky field enthralls her, adorned with a simplified pictograph depicting the ocean and its intricate layers.
Sarah "Okay, something tells me that some giant monster will come out of there and eat me. Maybe a giant fish. No, that doesn't make sense. Then... again... anything can happen here. Fuck. Earthas really want to kill me this bad. Alright, I need to prepare. I don't need food or water. That leaves temperature, armor, and maybe more weapons. Time to go monster hunting."
Descending from the tree, Sarah embarks towards The Rocky Field. As she arrives at the river's edge, a flicker of movement captures her attention...
Sarah "Are those llamas? Alpacas? No... their necks are way too long!"
Curious, she swims across the river and positions herself behind a withered shrub, intently observing the herd. Up close, she discerns their body proportions, resembling ordinary llamas, but their necks extend skyward, reaching the clouds. Their languid movements mimic the pace of the drifting clouds as if attempting to imitate their ethereal dance.
Sarah "Okay, the "salamander" who designed this thing is stupid as fuck. I can just sneak up and kill it."
Brandishing her saw, Sarah charges fearlessly at the youngest member of the pack. However...it doesn't flinch. Instead, the creature swivels its entire body in her direction.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt is unleashed from the heavens, narrowly missing Sarah's nose. The unusual occurrence not only burns the ground but also leaves behind a visible fracture.
Sarah "Jesus! What the fuck was that?!"
Undeterred, she attempts another advance, only to be met with a barrage of lightning strikes.
Sarah tries to evade the bolts but is struck in her left arm.
Retreating to the safety of nearby bushes, she hastily applies two bandages, but the damage to her arm remains. Determined, she administers a syringe, bringing relief to the injured limb. With renewed vigor, Sarah locks her gaze on her target, but then— she notices something intriguing.
Sarah "Ah! I see now! Dammit if Kanji was here he would've scolded me for this. This is basic science!"
Carefully assessing her strategy, Sarah swiftly plunges back into the midst of the confrontation. As she closes in, she notices a subtle movement in the creature's neck— its face descends from the swirling clouds above.
Sarah "What the fuck?! Is that a metal sphere?!"
Electric tendrils scatter across the metallic surface of the creature's head.
Despite her worry— Sarah leaps forward, successfully landing a decisive strike. Her saw slices through the wool and pierces the creature's skin.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh
The creature lets out a piercing screech and starts thrashing wildly.
Sarah maintains her grip and skillfully climbs onto the creature's back. With resolve, she begins hacking away at its neck, wielding her saw with the precision of a seasoned lumberjack felling a tree.
...A solemn silence fills the air as the creature's screams abruptly cease. The entire herd stands witness as the head of their fallen comrade tumbles down from the heights above. A collective cry of mourning echoes through the surroundings, a poignant tribute to their fallen companion. With sorrow in their hearts, the remaining members of the herd hastily flee from the scene...
Sarah "Yeah that's right! I showed you fuckers who's boss in this place! I'm the apex predator! Don't forget it! Now then... my loot!"
Sarah examines the creature's wool, discovering that it is, in fact, steel wool infused with strange electrical energy. This energy manifests as she shakes or manipulates the material, creating a mesmerizing display. Surprisingly, the steel wool is remarkably flexible, resembling a pliable string.
She severs a chunk of the wool and begins to test—
Sarah "Ow! Shit! Never doing that again."
Sarah has concluded that any object that comes into contact with the charged steel wool will be subjected to a powerful electric shock. Inspired by this newfound knowledge, she forms an idea and starts scraping away piece after piece of the material, using her trusty saw.
As she peels away layers of the steel wool, she uncovers something unexpected hidden beneath the surface.
Sarah "Ah, sweet! Regular wool! And this thing also has skin!"
Extracting both the wool and the underlying skin, Sarah notices that the skin has a texture reminiscent of pre-made leather, sparking an idea within her. Collecting all the materials she has gathered, she makes her way back to the tree on the small island. Throughout the night, she skillfully sews the leather using slender pieces of the tree as makeshift needles and utilizing the wool as threads. Filling the interior with the extracted wool. Tada! A scuffed cloak stands before her.
Sarah embraces her creation with pride.
Sarah "Now... for the finishing touches."
Sarah swings her axe, hacking at the trunk of the tree to collect its sap. slowly, she applies the sap onto the outer surface of the cloak. Then, she attaches even chunks of steel wool onto the cloak.
Sarah "Yes! My prized creation! I call it the "Electrical Death Cloak-
The tree shakes... no the entire world is shaking. An earthquake? No, her attention swiftly turns to the giant egg nestled in The Rocky Field, its alarming twitches capturing her focus.
Sarah "Oh fuck..."
She tightly winds the remaining thread of steel wool around her weapon, preparing herself as she travels to the target. Something about this situation feels amiss. Sarah begins to realize...
Sarah "Wait for a second... why am I doing this? Isn't my goal to survive? No. No... I know why now. I want to be strong! I want to prove to everyone I'm not weak! I want to prove it to HER!"
The memory lingers, casting a bitter aftertaste that propels Sarah to run even faster until her feet grow numb. Exhausted, she finds solace in lying down at the base of a towering mountain.
A sense of movement catches her attention. Not just something in motion, but the ground itself, undulating and shifting beneath her.
Summoning the last of her strength, Sarah leaps as far as she can, narrowly avoiding stumbling into the transformed terrain. What appeared to be a solid stone reveals its true nature as a liquid substance, triggering her curiosity. Compelled to explore further, she extends her hand to touch it, but then...
Sarah "What? What is that?! A shark! Wait... these aren't mountains! They are fins!"
Her instincts scream to flee but her heart yearns to stay and fight. Sarah wields her saw, only to discover that the creatures ignore her. She follows them and observes that their presence causes the ground to turn into liquid within a certain radius, which reverts back later.
Surprisingly, they are also targeting the giant egg.
Sarah "Huh. I guess the enemy of my enemy is my friend..."
Sarah watches intently as the group of sharks relentlessly encircles the egg, attempting to attack it by lunging and biting. Despite their efforts, they make no progress. After an hour of observation, Sarah's keen eye catches something promising. A smile stretches across her face as she identifies an opportunity.
Approaching closer, her hunch proves correct. Fragments of the sharks' teeth are strewn about the area. Without hesitation, she collects a large chunk resembling a giant knife blade, as well as two smaller pieces resembling daggers.
She dashes back towards the tree, scooping up some fiber from the nearby bushes along the way.
Sarah "Alright! Time for some more crafting!"
Sarah breaks off several branches and binds them together using the fiber. To ensure durability, she reinforces the connections with sap, fashioning a set of three handles. Taking the teeth fragments, she secures them to the handles using copious amounts of sap and tightly wound fiber, employing various wrapping techniques.
Sarah "Fuck yeah! I called this large baby "Razor Greatblade"! And I'll call these two babies "Sharp duality"!"
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Sarah begins honing her skills, seamlessly switching between the three weapons during practice sessions. Occasionally, she pauses to check on the egg, yet no noteworthy developments occur.
With each passing day, she hunts down more electrical llamas, continually enhancing her equipment with the protective covering of electrical steel wool. Sarah dedicates herself to training, and fine-tuning her proficiency with the newly crafted weapons.
Until the 10th day.
A deafening HONK reverberates through the sky, echoing from a distance.
By some stroke of fortune, Sarah shields her eardrums just in time, sparing herself from the full force of the sound. Blinking her eyes and regaining her composure, she fixes her gaze on the egg.
Sarah "Is that a whale? Holy shit! A flying whale!"
Captivated by the creature's presence, Sarah leaps down from the tree and travels toward the Rocky Fields. As she approaches, a group of electrical llamas hastily retreats, either startled by her presence or the emergence of the formidable beast.
The brutal sight unfolds, a vision that would disturb any ordinary human and strike fear into the hearts of animal lovers. The ground is stained crimson, and the air carries the sickening stench of decay. Sarah's steps bring her closer to the creature, revealing a grim landscape littered with hundreds of lifeless bodies piled up in a haunting display.
As the creature's glassy eyes fixate upon her, an overwhelming sense of aggression sends shivers down Sarah's spine.
Examining its body, she observes the scars and bite marks that mar its form, each wound oozing with fresh blood. The remnants of its skin, a lustrous blue blubber, possess an enchanting allure that could captivate even the most covetous of nobles. Yet, despite this striking feature, her focus remains on the creature's eyes. There is an intangible quality about them, something special that draws her in.
Sarah "Sorry dude... but you're going the fuck down!"
Sarah brandishes her great sword and boldly leaps onto the back of the flying whale. The creature thrashes and shakes its body in an attempt to dislodge her, but its movements prove sluggish, unable to unseat her.
She drives her sword into the blowhole, forcefully dragging it along the length of the creature's body towards its tail.
A spot of blood spouts forth, painting the once-vibrant biome in a slow cascade of crimson. She persists, relentless in her cutting, slicing, and stabbing onslaught. Yet... the creature refuses to yield.
Sarah "Stubborn bastard. If only I could find its heart."
Sarah places her hand upon the creature's flesh, honing her focus. She concentrates— Thump! Thump! There it is! The whale's heart!
she raises the great blade high above her head, then drives it down.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
As the colossal behemoth collapses to the ground, crashing to the ground, Sarah withdraws her weapon and raises it high in the air, relishing her victory.
Driven by avarice, she eagerly approaches the left eye of the fallen whale—
The eye suddenly opens, unleashing a freezing ray that encases her entire right arm in ice.
Agonizing pain surges through her body, prompting Sarah to let out frantic screams.
Desperate for relief, she hastily retrieves a piece of wood from her inventory and clamps down on it, gritting her teeth. With a heavy heart, she braces herself... preparing to sever her own frozen arm.
CHOP... The pain intensifies.
Quickly, Sarah reaches for two syringes and plunges them into her open wound. Realizing it's not enough, she administers two more syringes, hoping to mitigate her suffering...
Sarah "Fuck. You sneaky bitch! There go four syringes! I hope you're fucking happy you stupid salamander!"
With her right arm still numb from the healing, Sarah retrieves her weapon with the remaining hand. Casting a glance back at the shriveled eye of the defeated whale, resembling a desiccated date, she climbs over its massive head and hovers just above its right eyelid.
The whale, realizing her intentions, tries to shake but it's no use.
She forcefully plunges her sword into the eye socket, exerting her strength to extract the eye. Success!
The eye, fresh and chilling to the touch, fills her hands with an icy coldness. Sarah opens her inventory and adds the eye to her collection. Turning her attention to the remaining blubber of the creature, she carefully extracts it.
A trip back to the tree proves uneventful this time, allowing her mind to focus on the forthcoming challenges and the three remaining eggs. Fear, hope, and excitement intertwine within her, fueling the fire of determination in her soul.
With a grin on her face, she sews the blubber into gloves, preparing for a well-deserved nap.
|11th day 7:00 am |
Feeling a yawn escape her lips, Sarah becomes aware of the putrid odor emanating from her clothes. In an impulsive act, she throws herself into a soap bubble. However, as she enters the bubble— her gloves begin to glow, shimmering and crystallizing as if encrusted with diamonds.
Sarah "Errr... what the fuck just happened?! It looks awesome as fuck now!"
Intrigued, Sarah breaks free from the soap bubble early As she emerges, a wispy blue smoke of enchanting particles emanates from the gloves, swirling in the air as it reacts to the touch of the surrounding atmosphere.
Descending from the tree, Sarah slams her fists into the ground.
The impact freezes the earth beneath her, forming a perfect hexagonal shape over a considerable area.
Sarah "Wait... what if I do this?"
Clutching her daggers tightly, Sarah channels her determination into gripping their handles.
In response, several lines of frost spiral along the surface of the weapons, imbuing them with an icy aura.
Eager to test her newfound power, she swiftly swings the daggers. As the frost spirals vanish from the weapons, a surge of energy is unleashed in the form of ethereal waves. The released energy crackles and surges forward, leaving a trail of ice.
Sarah "Holy. Shit. THESE ARE THE GREATEST FUCKING GLOVES EVER! HAHA!"
Suppressing the urge to caress the daggers, Sarah points her finger toward the Land of Slime and Bone, or TLSAB for short.
Sarah "You're next!"
Effortlessly, she conquers the river's current, reaching a seemingly lifeless shore. A desolate landscape greets her, devoid of any apparent life forms. Met with disappointment, she dares to lean in and touch the slime.
Revulsion creeps in but she courageously probes the alien substance. It is similar to boogers. Not an ideal start, yet she harbors hopes of its potential usefulness. As her gloved fingers delve deeper, a spark of curiosity ignites within her.
Sarah "What if I do..."
She extracts a globule of the slime, clenching it firmly. It morphs into a crystalline icicle of slime.
It is bizarrely light in weight. An intriguing possibility strikes her— Could this be thrown like a spear? The thought prompts her to fashion an array of 51 such projectiles, safely tucked away in her inventory. Sarah then reserves additional slime batches for other uses.
Sarah "Cool. More weapons and shit. Now, what about those bones?"
Bones, most of which are ensnared in the slime. Sarah wrests out one resembling a femur.
Crumbling to dust in her grasp, she makes a futile attempt to capture the fleeting particles.
Sarah "Fucking fuck! Seriously!"
She extracts another, striving to secure it within her inventory. It didn't work.
Sarah "Fuck you! Dammit! It would've made a really sick sword handle!"
In a fit of frustration, she lashes out at the slime, only to lose footing and tumble backward. Brushing off her indignity, the resilient adventurer resumes her journey across the desolate biome. Yet, she finds herself utterly alone, with no creatures to punctuate the eerie silence.
Sarah "Fuck... I really hope on using them to fight the big guy over here like those sharks. Hey! Is anyone in there?! You will fucking die by me! Just wait!"
Engaging in conversation with a colossal egg, harboring a creature oblivious to her words, might label Sarah as unhinged. Fortunately, the desolate land offers no audience to judge her sanity— Oh wait.
Suddenly, a familiar gust of wind caresses the egg's exterior.
ARE FUCKING SERIOUS?! TALKING TO A FUCKING EGG! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE PATHETIC. WEAK. LONELY. SINGLE. LOSER. ANT!
Sarah "Hey! Good job! You got one of those right!" "Fucking bastard... Just wait!"
Sarah delivers a swift kick to the egg in frustration. It teeters back and forth, an unsteady pendulum on the brink of change.
Sarah "Oh shit. Maybe it is just the wind... No... I'm not afraid of you! I come out here and face me!"
A crack splits the egg open.
A vile, gelatinous entity emerges, an uncanny fusion of myth and monstrosity. It mirrors the form of a Western dragon, yet is crafted of slime and encapsulates a draconic skeleton.
The creature spins its head towards Sarah. A crimson pentagram etches into existence, ensconcing the emblem of a salamander at its core.
Sarah "What the hell is that thing? Is that- Really! You branded your logo on that!"
Sparks burst forth from the symbol, flashing an immediate surge of primal fear within Sarah. In a frantic response, she slams the ground, freezing a vast stretch of terrain. A globule of slime propels out from the entity's maw, igniting into massive brown flames as it crosses the pentagram.
Sarah "Oh fuck. Come try me! I can take it"
Firmly grasping her greatsword, Sarah unleashes a chilling wave of frost energy. Upon contact, the fiery slime is repelled—
The creature dissipates, vanishing into the air...
Sarah "Fuck! Where did it go?-
An unexpected impact slams into her flank, a painful collision laced with a slimy sensation and a brisk surge of heat.
A series of small but potent explosions sear her flesh, toppling her over in agony. Rapidly, Sarah retrieves a syringe and a pair of bandages, applying them urgently to staunch her wounds.
Sarah "That thing... is fast... I need a plan... but what?"
Sarah sheathes all her weapons, sparking confusion in the creature. It surveys her warily, its tail raised in a defensive posture over its wings.
In a sudden, swift move, she darts towards its right forearm.
The dragon retaliates, swinging its mass towards her, but she evades and lunges instead! Her gloved hands descend into the slimy exterior, finding purchase on the bone within.
Gritting her teeth, she applies a vice-like grip.
Instantaneously, a frosty chill pervades the beast's limb. In a desperate attempt to dislodge her, the creature stumbles, its form colliding with more slime which promptly solidifies into ice.
Sarah "Lol! You fucking idiot! This is fucking it for you! Die!"
With a brief, resonant roar, the dragon amputates its own frostbitten limb. Desperately, it launches into the air, but the debilitating loss of its arm halts its ascent, sending it plummeting back to earth.
Sarah "Oh are you fucking serious! Nice escape plan! Earthas! You're watching this!"
The dragon delivers aggressive swings of its tail as Sarah invokes the name of its creator.
Each tail strike is evaded, their pace slackening, their trajectories becoming painfully predictable.
Sarah "Yaaaawn! Come on! Do better than this!"
A smirk adorns Sarah's face as she taunts the dragon by flipping two birds.
Ignoring her provocation, the creature leaps away. Sarah gives chase, soon noticing an array of arcane symbols beginning to shimmer around its head.
Sarah unsheathes her daggers, hurling a rapid barrage of frost energy. Regardless, the dragon avoids every single one.
Returning her gaze, the dragon unleashes a shower of meteors.
Faced with few options, Sarah quickly discards her cloak, lavishly smearing it with a generous coating of slime before flash-freezing it.
With a hopeful breath, she drapes the slime-coated cloak over herself. To her relief, her plan pays off as the meteors harmlessly melt against the frozen slime barrier.
Sarah "Dammit! I can't hit it! I need something faster than those energy blades. Wait I have those! But can they really work..."
As the dragon aligns itself for another meteoric assault, a sudden shift occurs—
Five icicles pierce its skull, while a sixth lodges firmly in its torso. Emitting an intensely cold aura, they induce a rapid freeze throughout the beast's form.
Sarah "Fuck yeah! Boss number 2! Done! What is... that? Wait, more loot! Fuck yeah!"
Just as the chilling grip tightens, something is expelled from its body. Drawing nearer, Sarah discovers... a pulsating green heart, twitching and writhing as it moves around...
(To be continued)