Michael's vision changed as he found himself lying on the jungle floor.

Oh, I'm actually here.

Michael slowly stood up. Now that he was free of the emptiness of space and the omnipotent powers of God, Michael felt like he was back on earth.

Weird… God said this place had different rules compared to Earth.

After a quick look around, Michael jumps a bit.

Gravity’s normal.

Then he stretches his body.

Same here as well.

"Hmmm, God? Goddess? You there?"

Michael waited for a response but concluded that he was alone after a minute of pure silence.

Hmmm, I guess I'm alone now… I’m alone…

Only then did Michael start to feel nervous.

I’m going to be fine. I have a gift and my body’s pretty strong right now.

Michael hears a rustling from a nearby bush. Michael almost jumps away.

Almost immediately, Michael checks his body for anything that can help him, only to realize that he’s naked.

Fudge.

Looking for anything to protect his naked body, Michael grabs a rock.

Raising the rock, Michael was prepared to bash the first living thing he saw.

Don't be a tiger! Please, don’t be a tiger.

The bush rustles a bit more and an adorable small creature comes out of the bush. It resembled a small dog but it was the size of a cat. In addition to its beautiful fur, it has three tails. Once it saw Michael, its eyes seemed to become a bit bigger.

"Awww."

Michael couldn't help himself. It was indeed a cute creature.

"Oh, such a cutie!"

Michael slowly lowered the rock.

The three-tailed dog approached Michael. Michael lets down the rock and approaches the adorable creature. The creature continues its cute strut toward Michael, with its eyes becoming larger with each step.

Mesmerized, Michael drops his guard.

Leaning forward, Michael scoops up the adorable dog-like creature.

"Awwww, you're so adorable! You wittle wittle boy! Yes you ar-"

Before Michael could finish baby-talking the creature, its appearance suddenly shifts into a monstrous one. The creature's cute face stretches as it bears its sharp yellow teeth.

The creature bites Michael's arm.

Michael screams and tries to remove the creature but its three tails start to coil like snakes and wrap themselves around Michael's wounded arm.

"You piece of shit!"

In pain and very angry, Michael grabs the rock he put down and starts to bash the creature’s head with all his might.

~THUD~

~CRUNCH~

~CRACK~

Driven by adrenaline and pain, Michael manages to kill the creature by caving in its skull. Its body goes limp and its tails loosen on Michael's mangled arm.

"Fudge."

Michael removes the creature from his arm.

Oh, God…

Blood drips from his arm as Michael checks his wounds. Seeing his arm in such a state, Michael starts to hyperventilate.

No! Calm down!

Michael curses himself for starting to panic. God already told him that this place was different. He was an idiot for letting his guard down just because something was remotely adorable.

Michael hisses in pain as his arm continues to leak blood. He looks around for anything that can help him.

Okay… Need to fix this…

Michael looks at his arm again. Fortunately, he acted fast enough, or else the creature would have mangled his arm but it's still not a nice sight to look at.

Ok… time to test if God's gift is truly a gift.

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Michael remembers the inherent power within him.

Yes… Summon a… notebook… a diary… a log…

Almost immediately after Michael willed it, a small hole appeared in front of him. For some unknown reason, Michael knew he was the only one able to see this hole and at the same time, interact with it.

Following his instincts, Michael pushes his right hand towards the hole, knowing he'll be able to pull out a book.

Once the book was out, Michael read the title.

Teremarae Log

Michael smiled. At least he wasn’t fully alone, a supernaturally supreme being still supported him. Smiling to himself, Michael thought of God’s rather nonchalant attitude.

Well… God wouldn't purposefully fudge me, right? He's not that petty, right?

Michael takes the book and looks around.

Can't open it here. I need to find a place to hide.

Michael takes a look at the dead creature. It wasn't moving but he had to make sure. Picking up a stick from the ground, he pokes the dead animal.

It doesn't move. Michael heaves a sigh of relief.

Phew… It's dead.

Michael's arm suddenly felt more painful as the adrenaline slowly wore off.

Ugh… gotta move.

Michael looked around but couldn’t discern any correct direction due to the thick foliage. Not really familiar with Teremarae, Michael picks a random direction and moves toward it.

"Ugh."

Michael pants heavily as he pushes through the thick foliage with his summoned book in his right hand.

"I've got to find a safe place."

Not long, Michael hears a terrifying sound. It was a mix of the sounds produced by an alligator and a lion with a lower reverb.

Oh...

Despite knowing it was still far from him, Michael ran. Michael pushes his Olympic-level body to the limit as he tries to outrun this unknown predator.

Despite his wounds, Michael’s body injects a ridiculous amount of adrenaline in his body which immediately numbs the pain and Michael continues to run. The jungle's foliage is thick and its many obstacles prevent Michael from sprinting straight. This would have been helpful if Michael's pursuer was a human but it wasn't.

~Growl~

Hearing the growl, Michael rolls forward and just barely dodges the jaw aimed at the back of his neck. Despite having the same mindset in his previous life, Michael’s current body was leagues above his previous body. It acted with an instinct unfamiliar to Michael and it made sure he would not die, at least not now.

Using his physical body’s natural talent, Michael rolls forward and he quickly turns and ends up in a standing position. Looking at his predator, Michael manages to see the creature that might take his life.

It was a monstrous four-limbed creature. It had the thick scales of a reptile covering its body but it had the same body type as a tiger, if not larger. It was a creature that defied all expectations, especially for Michael, whose only interaction with animals is the cats he kept in his apartment. At this moment, he started to miss his cat.

What… What is this?!

Michael felt the creature's bloodlust.

It was so fearsome that Michael almost felt physical pressure from it. The gap between the two of them wasn’t big. If it leaped forward, Michael would have to run again but at this range, he was at a disadvantage. Feeling a tightness in his throat, Michael was about to swallow but he stopped himself.

A single move… might trigger this thing… I… how do I get out of here?

Michael moved his eyes around to study the area.

Nothing… Fudge... Wait.

Michael knew how strong his body was. He was an Olympic-level athlete. He had the stamina, strength, & agility befitting of a person at the peak of human skill. If Michael was lucky enough, he could probably throw this thing if it leaped toward him. Michael slowly lowered his body. The creature noticed this and it lowered its body as well.

It’s coming.

Michael’s body tensed. The creature releases a predatory growl, which was supposed to scare Michael but fortunately, he was too focused on the next task, then it leaped forward.

Now!

Michael crouches as low as he can and jumps forward. Despite lowering his head, Michael feels the sharp claws of the creature swipe just over his head. Finishing his forward jump with a roll, Michael takes off in a run.

The creature roars and begins to chase.

With no end to his stamina, Michael continues to run, making sure to enter tight spaces that the creature can’t enter. Michael’s head start allows him to escape the creature but not without wounds.

Once Michael was in the clear, he took a moment to examine his body.

Despite his wounds, Michael still felt numb from the pain.

Must be the adrenaline…

Michael looked at his arm which was bleeding profusely. Touching his back with his unwounded arm, Michael feels a large gash that he received from the creature earlier. Looking at his hand, Michael sees his bright red blood.

Fudge that… giant lizard thing…

He hisses in pain as the adrenaline starts to wear off.

Michael quickly covers his mouth and looks around. Seeing that he was alone, Michael heaves a quiet sigh of relief.

“Okay… I need to find shelter… Or else, I’m really going to die… and I need to treat these wounds of mine.”

When his mind returns to the thought of healing himself, Michael looks for the log he summoned.

I dropped the log!

Turning to look behind him, Michael contemplated going back for his book.

No… that’s suicide…

Throwing the idea away, Michael decides to look at the problem through a different avenue.

Can I get another copy of the log?

Using the power he was inherently familiar with, Michael pushes his hand through the void once more, summoning the same log he had earlier.

Teremarae Log.

Michael opens the book with his working arm while holding it with his wounded one.

Oh… what?

After opening the book, Michael looks at the front page.

Teremarae Log by Michael Laurent.

I guess I’m writing a book.

Michael reads forward and finds a basic introduction.

Welcome, Michael, master of the library. The Log of Teremarae is now in your hands and will fill with information as you gather more knowledge across the entire world. Good luck

* God/Goddess

Michael shudders a bit when he remembers Goddess’ beautiful and perfect form. His body might not be able to take looking at her for even half a minute. The introduction fades and Michael finds himself staring at an empty blank page.

Okay…. To use this, I have to…

Michael looks around and he finds a purple-ish fruit with multiple elongated tubes popping out from it. The tubes seem to pulsate, absorbing the air around it, hoping for some poor and unsuspecting flies to get captured.

Wha-... What is this?

The log seems to recognize Michael’s curiosity and the first page is filled up with some lines.

????

Classification: Fruit

Effects: Unknown

Possible Effects: Low nourishment & Possible Antibiotic

Oh? It can be eaten but it also has antibiotic properties? Possible effects…

Michael carefully grabbed the fruit. Since nothing bad happened, Michael pulls the fruit away. It separates from its branch with a weak pop.

The tubes stop pulsating after a few seconds.

Looking at the now steady tubes, Michael finds himself a bit repulsed. Looking through the tubes, Michael sees semi-digested insects and he feels a bit weak. To reduce his disgust, Michael snaps off the tubes and throws them to the ground.

Fresh juice oozes out of the snapped parts of the fruit. Fortunately, the actual fruit itself doesn’t have any semi-digested insects. Michael gulps a bit and he finally notices how winded he is due to running.

Almost tempted to bite into the disgusting fruit, Michael decides otherwise. Slamming the side of the fruit on a nearby tree, Michael manages to crudely cut the fruit. Once enough of the juices were out, Michael then tentatively puts some on his wounds. At first, nothing happens but the wounds start to bubble and Michael starts to feel a stinging pain. Michael ignores the pain.

It’s like hydrogen peroxide… Maybe I can make it more potent.

The bubbling doesn’t last very long and Michael realizes that the fruits don’t contain a lot of antibiotics.

I’ll try to purify it later… remove the fruit parts, leave the antibiotics…

Taking more fruits from the tree, and removing their disgusting tubes, Michael manages to clean his arm and back. Michael felt a stinging pain the entire time but he felt more comfortable knowing that he was less likely to get infected now.

Looking at the log, Michael notices that the information present in it has changed ever so slightly.

????

Classification: Fruit

Effects: Low-Quality Anti-Biotic

Possible Effects: Low nourishment

Hmmm… it changed when I confirmed that it had antibiotics… I wonder, can I change its name?

Looking at the tubeless fruits, Michael thinks of a name.

What about aniotubes?

Aniotubes

Classification: Plant (Fruit)

Effects: Low-Quality Anti-Biotic

Possible Effects: Low nourishment

Michael nods. He was satisfied with its current name and he had no intention of changing it otherwise.

Okay… I’ve got a few aniotubes, if these can be eaten… wait… if I eat anti-biotics, won’t that be bad?

Michael senses the log update again.

Aniotubes

Classification: Fruit

Effects: Low-Quality Anti-Biotic

Possible Effects: Low nourishment & Lethal at large amounts

Ah, the log inputs my thoughts but since it isn’t confirmed, it isn’t considered an actual effect… Well, I can’t risk dying so I’ll trust the log’s rationalization.

Taking a few thick leaves from a nearby tree, Michael manages to make a small leaf bag. Storing his aniotubes, Michael starts to travel in a random direction, one where the giant reptile predator isn’t.