He could still swear he was dreaming because even if he knew better then the whole experience was still profoundly surreal. Shortly afterwards he began to evaluate everything that reached his field of vision with identification.
In addition, the system did not provide any additional information here. Something he kept in mind for now.
[System: tree.]
[System: grass.]
[System: stone.]
[System: branch.]
Well, that lexicon wasn't. But the skill gave each of the things a simple and familiar name. Presumably this skill would only make a deeper sense at a higher level? He took the branch, which was a straight stick. With this I wanted to try something more. To do this, he stood at the next tree and began to maltreat it with the stick. He carried out a few simple parades, which he still vaguely remembered. These were the basics of sword fighting, at least what he knew about them. These exercises were followed by never-ending repetitions. But no message appeared. So he had to hold a sword for that? Did he have to do more than that? Then he took a few stones to throw them. He aimed at the same tree, which had to withstand his thirst for research as a sacrifice. Not a research rabbit in the usual sense, but as is well known, the devil also ate flies in times of need. The notification from System followed immediately.
[System: acquired skill throwing. They made it clear that they can throw. As you level up, the cost of your stamina decreases slightly, with speed and strength increasing further.]
[System: Throwing skill level 1 learned.]learned
[System: Do you want to take this skill?]
[System: Experience gained.]
At least a few have beenTheories, though not all confirmed. Unfortunately, he couldn't say for sure whether it was because of the stick or because everything he knew about sword fighting had come from a friend who once only briefly explained it to him. Next he should secure a source of water for himself, by looking at the pond he happily ticked this off in his head and scolded himself a little for his lack of seriousness in this situation.
What else should he do? He had no clothes and could swear that a reception of a naked girl who was barely versed in the language was not particularly friendly, at least he would certainly not have been recognized as a weird visitor, but rather treated like fair game.
He was not yet ready for his first contact with other intelligent life and he still had to find out how to disguise certain things in his status, because if other people noticed his race immediately, then this could perhaps become a problem. If this was a fantasy world then there could be all kinds of races, and with them all forms of known racism. Again he recalled his status in his mind.
Status:
Level: 1 Name: Magna
Gender: Female Age: [15]
Race: Human Sub Race: Voidborn
Health: 130/130 Mana: 300/300
Vitality: 13 Intelligence: 30
Strength: 8 Willpower: 25
Stamina: 10 Perception: 35
Agility: 12 Toughness: 15
Skills:
Status (Level 1) Language Common (Level 1) Identification (Level 1) Crawling (Level 1) Running (Level 1) Throwing (Level 1)
Should there be a way to hide certain things? Could the willpower have anything to do with it? He concentrated with all his might on hiding part of it. Finally, two brackets wrapped around the “void”, leaving only the human trait. He also put a fictional age in place of the question marks. However, the system swapped the question marks completely and left the number in brackets. He didn't feel most comfortable with the number 15, but at least you could work with it. Unfortunately it wasn't a beloved prime number like 13 was one of his favorite numbers and he always believed it could bring you luck.
So at least his status had an update that made him feel a lot safer than before, but that actually only distracted him from another problem. What would he eat? His new stomach made those constant noises that reminded him of a hungry wolf. A deep guttural growl. Wait, it wasn't his stomach. He turned around and saw something like a fox standing there, but it radiated a vicious hunger and somehow he knew instinctively that it was on the menu for this thing. Apparently the grace period had passed for him. Automatically hisignited
identification skill.
[System: saber fox level ??]
His skill couldn't tell him his level, but at least it wasn't in the three-digit range. Well, as if that changed something about the predicament, because the thing seemed to be preparing to attack. He didn't even have time to take a closer look at it, but the small saber teeth sticking out of its drooling mouth clearly seemed to have been part of the naming process. Immediately he ran over to the nearest tree, but without dropping the stick. The thing had clearly stayed on his heels. He found a tree that looked easy to climb. With one leap he almost jumped out of his running onto the first branch, whereupon he swung himself up the branches like a monkey. The animal stood growling, drooling and starving in front of the tree. It went up and down impatiently.
The tree was certainly not his smartest idea, but at the moment he had nothing better. For him, too, it was more than obvious how he knew that without a plan it would be lost. Sitting on a broad branch and leaning against the tree, he remembered having mana, but how could he use it? Slowly he turned to meditation. A couple of breathing techniques and exercises to fix his mind, his perception, like everything else in him, on his mana. Surely he had to be able to use it? And meditation could always help him. She has always had this special role in his life, when it was not just a question of relaxing, but of focusing, for example when he was in pain.
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[System: acquired meditation skill. Look inside yourself and discover yourself, find what is hidden in you. You can use this skill to regenerate your life force and mana. An increasing level will increase this.]
[System: Do you want to accept this skill?]
[System: Meditation skill level 1 learned.]
[System: Experience gained.]
"Yikes" Apparently another skill that seemed very useful to him, but with that thought he almost fell out of his state. Apparently, full concentration on what you are looking for is essential. He reached deeper after acknowledging the notification.
He could feel a force within himself, something that flows through him like blood, but was not. It felt like pure, pure and powerful energy. Then he turned his perception outwards and could make out fine, slightly bluish grains of dust in the air. So small that they tried to avoid any attention. They came right up to him. They buzzed around his body like little fairies or around a piece of ham like wasps.
[System: Acquired Mana Perception skill. You've proven to be attentive. Through their natural skills, they have shown that nothing escapes their senses. You can use this skill to actively sense mana. A higher level will make this easier.]
[System: Do you want to adopt this skill?]
[System: Mana perception level 1 learned.]
[System: Gained experience.]
Yes, that was what he needed, but not quite. He could perceive it, but how could he use it? He focused all his willpower on the mana that was flowing through his body and looked for hour after hour to reach for it. It had been like a concentration game that he liked to play as a child, inevitably the comparison with the game in which the player tries to steer a ball through a maze full of holes came to mind. Until he finally got hold of what he was looking for.
[System: Acquired the Mana Manipulation skill. They have not only proven to be able to see it, but have reached out and grasped it. With a higher level, desired manipulations become easier and more cost-effective.]
[System: Do you want to accept this skill?]
[System: Mana manipulation skill level 1 learned.]
[System: Experience gained.]
[System: Mana perception skill level 2 on.]
[System: experience gained.]
He made his progress, but he did it slowly. The saber fox was a patient hunter, because its prey was stuck in a tree and it could drink in peace by the pond. His treat wasn't going anywhere.
How could he not even look forward to the successes when he was stuck in a tree so that he could avoid his predator's menu. For this thing it was probably something like a steak and the tree something like a refrigerator. He pushed back because he couldn't do much with that. It would take more, a lot more, to deal with this creature. Again he concentrated on his innermost being again to reach for the mana in himself again. Over and over and over again!
[System: Mana Perception Skill Level 3 at.]
[System: Gained experience.]
[System: Mana Mana Manipulation Skill Level 2 at.]
[System: Gained experience.]
[System: You have ascended. Level 2.]
[System: You have received 14 statistic points.]
He said “Dafuq?” What was going on? Why should he get so many points? He assumed maybe 7 or maybe even 10, as in many stories he knew, but 14 came as a real surprise. Could it be related to his race? Were there other factors? Were there classes in this world? If so, when did he get one and could he get one with magic and healing?
He immediately began to distribute them in his statistics. There was no time to skimp on it.
Status:
Level: 2 Name: Magna
Gender: Female Age: [15]
Race: Human Sub Race: Voidborn
Health: 130/130 Mana: 300/300
Vitality: 15 Intelligence: 30
Strength: 15 Willpower: 25
Stamina: 15 Perception: 35
Agility: 12 Toughness: 15
Skills:
Status (Level 1) Language Common (Level 1) identification (level 1) crawling (level 1) running (level 1) throwing (level 1)
mana perception (level 3) mana manipulation (level 2)
His muscles felt as if they were burning. A wild euphoria seized his whole body. It was a wonderful feeling. It felt like the muscles in his body were restructuring. He could feel his body feel invigorated, as if life itself was flowing into him.
It was time he had to do something with his mana. He had to try to create a spell out of it. To shape something, something to fight with, something to survive with!
He's been stuck up there for almost two days at a time. His throat was slowly going dry and his hunger was slowly playing a new game with his psyche!
All this time he was occupied solely with my mana perception, manipulation and meditation. The former reached level 13, manipulation level 10 and meditation level 19. This brought him some experience and made him rise again by two more levels.
Status:
Level: 4 Name: Magna
Gender: Female Age: [15]
Race: Human Sub Race: Voidborn
Health: 130/130 Mana: 300/300
Vitality: 25 Intelligence: 35
Strength: 15 Willpower: 35
Stamina: 15 Perception: 35
Agility: 15 Toughness: 15
Skills:
Status (Level 1) Language Common (Level 1) identification (level 1) crawling (level 1) running (level 1) throwing (level 1)
mana perception (level 13) mana manipulation (level 10)
Slowly he got a feeling for these skills. He was getting better and better at grasping his mana. The more he meditated, the higher his perception and manipulation rose, the perception always being a bit ahead. There was no philosophical question here as to whether there was the chicken or the egg first.
He would have to drink the next day, even if that day was damn close to the first hallucinations that thirst could induce. It was as if the water was talking to him, whispering something to him, making promises. It keeps saying "drink me" into his ears. Soon he would be losing his mind from thirst. So it was time. He reached for his mana and began to form a bolt in the shape of a 7.62 caliber. That was the easiest thing he could imagine at the moment. He still didn't know what it took to cast a spell. Was it his willpower alone? His imagination? The ability to grab and manipulate the mana? Did he have to know what was going on? Since he didn't know and he was running out of time, he used everything together.
In the air in front of him, the bullet formed only from mana slowly took shape, which made him smile victoriously. He would no longer be defenseless. From now on, he could defend himself and attack.
It made him feel ridiculous, but he held his hands like he was holding a rifle. As a handle he aimed with the addition of his palm, which held an imagined barrel, pulled the imagined trigger and nothing. Nothing happened, the bullet stayed where it was, but how could it move without a drive? It took a starting speed.
The thought of a cartridge that shot at 800m / s continued to form in his head. He targeted the saber fox again, who looked at him as if his snack no longer had all the slats on the fence. But he, on the other hand, smiled to himself. The fox would be his snack today. Again he pulled the trigger, whereupon the mana bolt, more likely the mana cartridge from the imaginary rifle, shot at the fox.