[System: You have acquired the Mana Inject skill. A skill that allows the user to infuse any kind of matter with his mana. As the level rises, the costs decrease slightly and the effectiveness increases.]
[System: Do you want to accept this skill?]
[System: Mana injection level 1 learned.]
[System: Gained experience.]
Again, he couldn't really be happy about it. If this skill was harmful to living creatures, how should he please pet it? After all, it wasn't a cuddly kitten that was waiting for his delicate hands. A hand that approached the thing would very quickly land in its stomach or return to hers completely torn to pieces.
He also found that Mana Infused was showing a backlash. So everything probably had a certain natural resistance to the unwanted intrusion of mana into its system. So it would take a massive amount of mana. Whereby the wood took damage. He would not like to damage the animal so much, let alone stroke it. But it wasn't particularly rich in alternative options either.
The new skill sounded useful, but not useful at the moment -
maybe it just lacked the bulk? He formed different sizes of bolts, which he fired one after the other at the animal, one of which hit one of the animal's eyes and made it howl wildly. The wound looked really ugly, whereupon the animal got even angrier, whereupon it finally found a hold with its claws in the tree. It began to slowly pull itself up.
The moment it threatened to reach him, for lack of possibilities, he grabbed his head and injected as much mana as he could, which made the skill shoot up quickly.
It stopped just short of level 13 and then slowed rapidly in its progression to grind to a halt at level 17. He kept fading out the news that floated in his view, while the animal's eyes slowly became lifeless, the skin puckered, curled and until it finally burst open. Underneath, the flesh was terribly mutated, penetrated, swollen. The sight of it alone made weaker people choke. The thing slowly lost its grip. If he hadn't put himself in this position, he wouldn't have known how to win. At such a moment he really wanted a class that would automatically give him the knowledge of magic and make him more capable of fighting. At the moment the situation really seemed unsustainable, how else could he describe it.
The flesh of the animal was absolutely gone, but not the bones, claws and parts of the skin were still intact. These could still be used.
The notification soon hit him like a punch in the pit of his stomach.
[System: You killed a level 29 chameleon
killed an enemy 10 levels higher thanown.]
raptor.]your[System: Bonus experience granted.]
[System: You[System: You ascended.]
[System: You ascended. ]
[System: You have ascended.]
….
The animal was just twice as tall as the saber fox. The deeper it went, the stronger the creatures would get and thus more deadly! In addition, he rose five more levels in one fell swoop and reached level 12, with which he now had 70 more points to distribute. But he had no illusions that this could be normal in the low range, which later got lost again with the rapid ascent in the sand. The next amount already felt exorbitant. As if you had started with a thimble, so that in the end you get experience with a growing children's pool and a fully developed swimming pool.
The trip was not entirely in vain, because any insight can be valuable, even if it consists of avoiding a certain area for the time being.
The ability to identify things also increased again with this journey. Walking also took me up a few steps.
Magna was about to make her way back when he heard a faint splash a little deeper in the forest. He couldn't be sure, but the turf owner may have just been removed from him. It would be worth a look. With that he followed the sound, which clearly sounded like water, a sound that promised life in an otherwise deadly forest. The splashing increased more and more, the further he went, until he finally came to the side of a broad and deep river which ran across his own exposition.
At least he found water! Elixir of all life! He went carefully and attentively to the river, which he followed for a while until he found a nice spot. There he made camp and began to process the new materials, but that night he would sleep in a tree again. He was also happy to always be able to follow his path to the source if this was necessary.
The next morning he got down from his sleeping place and began to follow the river in both directions from his camp. It wasn't surprising that he didn't encounter any herbivores. If they were hiding from such a hunter, they were sure to hide from him.
Finally the water seemed to flow in a slight slope in the direction of the lighter forest.
So he went back, gathered his stuff and would first follow the water in that direction. It didn't take much longer before he could already make out something like a roof in the distance. In the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the forest, there was a small log cabin.
He was still not ready for contact with other people, but maybe it was abandoned? It didn't really look inhabited. At first he decided to watch it for a while, but when nothing happened he decided to take the risk.
He approached the already dilapidated log cabin. Everything indicated that this was not used for a very long time. The outdoor fireplace looked neglected, like the rest of the area. It was really a godsend when it was uninhabited! The decision to invade was made without further ado. He crept slowly around the building and finally opened the front door of the log cabin with a little pressure.
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From inside there was a musty smell. It smelled of decay and maybe? Yes. The place itself smelled of death. The light fell inside and revealed a person clad in leather leaning against the wall, which consisted only of equipment and bones. A hunting knife lay on the floor next to the person and a short sword hung in a sheath on the wall. The wall also had an arch, which immediately caught his eye. Everything in the place was already dusty. Some utensils were scattered around, as if the person had been fighting something, but there were no signs of an involuntary intrusion. It was much more reminiscent of a panicked search and rummage. There was also a small empty vial next to the body. The hut also had a fireplace, a makeshift bed that needed washing and airing, but it was a bed! He had a bloody bed! The most primitive form of it, but a bed, his bed.
If he were to describe it as primitive, it would be that several wooden beams lay on two short logs. The wood was softened with furs, while a backpack served as a pillow and a solid hide as a blanket. Inwardly, he thanked the deceased for this opportunity. Of course he would still have to search the hut, because there could be even more fall off for him. But everything here was already a huge success for him.
A little shy about this success he shouted a slight "Yas" inside the neglected home.
Carefully he began to undress and examine the corpse. Some bones showed him clear bite marks. Whatever bit him was long gone, possibly not even here. With that, the chaos in the log cabin finally made sense. He must have stumbled in the door, bitten, poisoned, staggered and wounded, he must have been looking for that vial. “An antidote? A healing potion? ”
It must have been something like that. Then he found an ax, as well as other rudimentary tools in the hut. The shovel came in handy for digging an easy grave a few feet deep. When the corpse was undressed, the bones almost collapsed. Only the clothes held the skeleton together in a macabre way.
It cost him the rest of the day cleaning all of his clothes, cleaning the bed and making the log cabin as a whole habitable again. Really satisfied and completely exhausted from the daily activity, he fell almost relieved into the skins that lined the simple wooden bed. Lying there, he couldn't help but stare at the wooden ceiling.
How do you think his family was doing? Was he already an uncle? Did the earth even still exist? If he passed a place without time and space in this world, every possibility would be included. His thoughts floated through the various theories that came to mind. Even if he found a way back, it could still be before his own birth! At least if his reasoning turned out to be correct.
Still in his mind, his gaze wandered along his new body, for far too long he hadn't thought about it at all, because every survival was always in the foreground. How would he handle it?
"Fuck it" he whispered uncertainly to himself, whereupon he closed his eyes, because sleep always catches up with the tired.
The next day he started drying the clothes. Most of it was still sturdy leather, although the boots were way too big, like everything else. But that didn't matter, because he could cut everything relatively easily with the hunting knife. Except for the gauntlets and boots.
So he removed the ankle areas from the cuffs and a little needle, like thread, which he found did the rest. A few unclean stitches later he had his gloves ready. He had to cut the boots almost completely and sew the open ends again. He was really grateful for his accurate memories of his time in the military where they learned sewing as well as a few other practical skills by default. This also included sewing the openings on the tent panels, because in winter only the cold would penetrate into the tent through them.
The pants were simple leather pants with a rancid belt, which only needed a few new holes and shorter legs. The top was a linen shirt with a light leather harness over it. He also had to shorten the hooded coat on the wall so that it didn't drag on the floor after him.
He kept the leftovers in case he needed them again. In a small leather pouch in his rucksack he found a few copper coins and an almost tiny silver coin. There were also some rotting provisions in the rucksack, a few simple linen clothes and blessed be the system, a pair of underwear!
It also had the other effect that it would serve him to ignore his newfound femininity. Not that he bothered him beyond measure, but still felt like a man somewhere. How could you feel any different after living like this for almost 32 years?
It was almost terribly strange to finally feel like a human again. At the bottom of the rucksack he found a small leather-bound book with a pen attached to its side that looked like a simple pencil. Somewhat bluntly, he used the hunting knife to carefully sharpen it.
While lighting a fire in the fireplace with more than dry wood, he decided it would be wise to study this little leather-bound book. With a probability bordering on fatal certainty, it would improve his language skills. He had also collected a few new levels of makeshift handicraft, such as a new skill related to cleaning objects. It took a while before he could decipher the first few words and finally read them.
Manuscripts could be terrible, and this little book belonged to a definite bastard who was looking for their equal in the annals of history. It seemed that this little book was something like a diary, notebook, arithmetic book. Basically it seemed to have been everything and nothing. This only hinted that paper seemed more expensive than thought. The sides were absolutely exhausted to the brim. Every inch of the used pages was covered with writing, like other things. Not even a small corner was wasted. Perhaps this little book cost the person of old a small fortune?
He gratefully studied the information, and immediately in the fireplace the wood made a faint crackling sound. The sound of wood cracking fire had always had a profoundly calming quality on his mind and soul. With the little book in hand, some furs and a metal vessel with fresh water, he made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace.
It took a while until he finally filtered out the information that was of value to them. For one thing, the person seemed to be female, completely irrelevant, but interesting insofar as he didn't recognize it from the skeleton. Her name seemed to be Almina. The interesting part was related to their acquired skills, their origins and some other details.
While reading, he could see that it apparently came from a kingdom that borders the borderlands and is closest to the seemingly endless forest that was apparently the end line of the mapped world. Well, as some information showed, the world was not very far explored. At least if he could trust the information in the book.
The kingdom emerged from all the curses above, because apparently the person here was looking for solitude or was running away from something?
The author of the notebook himself only knew the kingdom and a few neighboring nations. But these seemed to be in a constant war with changing borders. What is more, there seemed to be something like a republic. But there wasn't much to be found about it. Some of it was really just curses, but at least reading helped him improve his language skills.
The information about the guilds was more interesting. So there was no real adventurers' guild like that in most novels.
However, there were three guilds that worked separately, but came pretty close to the principle. One seemed to be the Mercenary Guild, where you could hire all kinds of mercenaries, the Monster Hunters Guild and the Bounty Hunters Guild.
Together, he understood, they could easily be the equivalent of an adventurers' guild. Maybe they even belonged together once, it shot through his mind.
The Hunters Guild seemed to care about monster threats alone. Could it be called a branch of the Mercenary Guild? The last guild was dedicated to the hunt for people. Something he definitely had to consider.
Moreover, there was only a little bit of information about the computing systems and time systems used. They appeared to be using Imperial Norms, which indicated that they had not yet discovered the metric system. He never liked these forms of calculation, because who would still use such an antediluvian system in the modern age from which it came?
Then a few names were found, the first love and personal experiences that pointed to their socialization.
The most important information seemed to revolve around their successes in acquiring skills. So, as previously suspected, the practice seemed to proceed. The system itself didn't seem to recognize everything at once.
Unfortunately, no information about magic was included. The information about mana was also very sparse. Apparently, it is common knowledge that mana exists, but the source of it is unknown. Whether it occurred naturally in the environment or in the people themselves. But what should he expect from a simple journalist?
Much more important were the mentioned practices related to hunting, trapping, taming beasts, leather processing, camping, gutting and much more. To share, there were simple classical requirements, basic knowledge and, in another part, rituals or the sharing of mana through esoteric procedures were relevant.
The former hunter also wrote that some feelings for combat were instinctual, such as the use of a bow or crossbow, where every human inexplicably manages to put a little mana into a shot or attack, from which after a time a skill develops, which you can use as needed. He would keep this book and fill in the few free pages in it with his own thoughts.
"Knowing Awful any time, but it should be over a few hours, if I wanted to have something of the day, then I have to lie down soon?"
Basically,it was a rhetorical emission for him, really a question. Ultimately, he had no one to talk to. Sometimes it was necessary for him to speak, even if it was to himself. This outburst reminded him to sleep. The book was very small and as soon as he got the rhythm reading, he had already read the little written pages.