Daniel forced himself to get up and secure his prisoner. They were still peacefully snoring. It made him wonder when an unconscious person would usually recover. He did not really want to carry the goblin around forever. Daniel decisively took one of the water skins and splashed the goblin's face. The goblin showed no reaction. Daniel splashed it again. Nothing.

He sighed. Putting the water skin away again, Daniel conceded that he would have to be patient. He assumed that the goblin would awaken in time by itself anyway. And if not and it died, that would just be skipping the extra step of interrogation. He would not be exceptionally disappointed.

Daniel wanted to explore this strange apathy. It still seemed a bit unnatural that he would care so little for the life and death, especially at his own hand, of another sentient being. But he had work to do.

He began to set up the tents. Or at least he tried to do so. While these tents were likely supposed to be easy to use they were not quite as easy to use as modern tents. They also were not made to be put up by oneself. If he understood the principles correctly, the rough wooden sticks the goblins had carried were meant to be hammered into the ground. Then one would take the leather and tie it to the posts under as much tension as possible.

It took a while to hammer the posts deep enough into the earth that he could be reasonably certain they would be able to hold the weight of the tent. He was only content after roughly a third had vanished into the ground. The forest ground was quite soft which made the work easier but also served to make him more suspicious of the stability of the whole construction. Daniel decided that he would only need two of the three tents. The leather was slumping a little but Daniel thought it justified since he could not really draw the strings taut without someone else stabilising the contraption. He had tried. The tents were designed to be open towards one side and Daniel managed to combine them into one larger tent in which he could comfortably store himself and his supplies. It would have been easier to just stitch them together but that would have taken a rather long time and he was beginning to feel tired in a way only sleep could alleviate.

He had discovered a way to stitch by inspecting the leatherwork, he had acquired. The armour of the goblins had been crafted by punching holes through the individual pieces and connecting them using some specially treated leather string. He would try to imitate that technique. Though his product would likely be even rougher than the goblins’ was already. The provision bags and third tent already offered large sheets of leather to work with and anything further could be made from the looted armour by cutting up or untying the leather strings holding it together and separating the pieces.

Daniel was too tired to try his hand at that technique for now. He would have to sleep soon. There was just a single problem. He was really quite scared of going to sleep when he had a potentially dangerous enemy tied up nearby. Daniel pondered the issue as he took some leather strips and hung the deer by its back haunches from one of the tent posts. He did not want to leave it lying on the ground.

Daniel could only think of two ways forward. Either he killed the goblin while it was still unconscious, before he went to sleep, or he would have to tie it up as tightly as possible away from anything sharp and risk sleeping in its presence. He had to consider whether the goblin was worth the risk.

What could it tell him that he did not already know? The population and layout of its camp. Though Daniel was almost a hundred percent certain by now that the goblins lived in the settlement he had seen. It might be able to warn him of defensive measures. But it might just as well lie to him.

Could Daniel even interrogate it? He could understand its language but it probably could not understand him. He could spend time learning the language or teach the goblin English but Daniel seriously doubted that time would be worth it. And during that time, he would have to feed it. It may have a voracious appetite. But there was no foundation for believing that. In fact, the size of the rations, the goblins had brought with them, indicated the opposite.

It occured to Daniel that he was just looking for whatever reason to avoid dealing with the goblin, dismissing any perfectly valid reason for interrogation. He decided to at least try. If it could not understand him, that was that. If it could, he would gain his first pieces of information in this new world. He just had to tie it up securely. Which in this case meant mummifying it with rope to be certain.

Proudly, Daniel inspected his work several minutes later. He wasn't entirely certain that the goblin could still breathe considering how tightly it had been tied up.

Having dealt with that, Daniel only wanted to sleep. He assembled himself some dinner from the goblins’ provisions and lay down in one of the tents. Due to his exhaustion after the first day in this new and unfamiliar world and his first few battles, Daniel fell asleep shortly after.

Daniel had no indication how long he had slept. So far, he had not noticed any change in the crystals’ light throughout the day. Actually, he could not really be certain that there were day and night cycles. The 24h cycle he was familiar with had been determined by the solar system of Earth and the planet’s spin. It was impossible for him to determine whether this world followed similar principles. Maybe it was not even a planet but truly flat like some had erroneously believed Earth to be in his previous life. It had not been plausible then because of the various natural laws but as he had considered earlier already magic could potentially bend, break or entirely invalidate whatever he thought he knew of the world.

In this cave, none of this played a role. If the crystal's light did not change with time, then the time of day was irrelevant. Daniel would simply work as long as he could and go to sleep when he had to, so long as he had no reliable way to tell time.

Daniel pieced together some breakfast from his dwindling supplies. Checking on his prisoner, he found the goblin in the same exact position as he had left it. There seemed to have been no improvement in its condition. Daniel decided to leave it be and practice patience.

He stripped and took a bath in the river. It occurred to him that this was the very first time he saw his own body naked. He was glad to discover that it was still very human in the places that mattered.

Swimming in the water felt refreshing and relaxing. It was a very different kind of relaxation than he had experienced on the moss-covered stones. In retrospect, that relaxation had been almost paradisiacal. Swimming just allowed him to use his still unfamilliar muscles in a familiar way.

When he left the water, his fur clung to him and he found himself imitating the canine drying technique, flinging water droplets everywhere. He gave his pants a wash in the river, wrung them out and laid them out on the stones lining river.

Daniel would commit this day to butchering the deer to the best of his ability and, should he have the time, equipment. There was some stuff he would have to manufacture but Daniel thought it best to start with armour. He was still running around in the blue pants he had woken up in and it seemed prudent for the retention of his dignity to get some clothes. Additionally, he already had an array of weaponry and the only other task he could think of right now in the way of crafting was some kind of harness to carry his weapons conveniently and safely.

Daniel let his fur dry some more and then put on his still somewhat damp pants. The strange warmth of the crystal's light did a surprisingly good job at drying. He could have sworn that it had only five or ten minutes but his pants felt as dry as if they had been lying in the sun for half an hour. Maybe it had something to do with this "sun" being magic.

After this short bit of relaxation and rest, it was time to butcher the deer. Daniel could not remember ever having seen the butchering of any animal, certainly not a deer. Though venison was rather tasty which served to motivate him.

Poking the deer with one of the flint knives, he had taken from the goblins, Daniel tried to formulate a game plan. The deer had alread been opened along its belly but Daniel still could not conveniently access the meat beneath the skin. Skin and bones proved valiant obstructions. He would likely have to remove the skin. Giving the skin a few experimental pulls, Daniel found out that it would give in slightly but was still held in place by some layer of tissue.

He took one of the edges of the skin and pulled it away from the meat. Then he slid his flint knife along the tissue. Like this he could slowly cut away the skin. He could already guess that this would be a long process.

With time, Daniel realised that the strength with which he pulled on the skin was relatively irrelevant. Mostly, the knife was responsible for progress. Aware of his endurance limitations, Daniel spent some time, trying to reduce the strength he used during this process.

Daniel had to guess but he was certain it took him more than two hours to finish cutting away both sides of the skin attached to the deer's main body. At some point he had taken the deer down from the tent pole and lain it on the ground to get a better angle. He did not much care about the forst floor's dirt anymore. He could wash any meat he eventually harvested in the river anyway.

Daniel considered how to remove the skin form the neck and the legs. Then he reconsidered. Daniel did not need the skin, just some meat. He could not process the skin into leather anyway. Sawing through the skin, Daniel simply cut a flap which he could flip back to cut some meat from the ribs. Having harvested two large, rough pieces, he finally rested.

Daniel was aware that he had done a horrible job but he had butchered the deer. He had likely butchered butchering. Surprisingly, the system piped up and acknowledged his actions.

[Although a horrible result from the perspective of a professional, you have just butchered for the first time with neither guide nor experience. The job was rough and is, as of yet, unfinished. Nevertheless, you are awarded 300 Experience Points.]

[You have levelled up.]

[Level: 9 (0/900)]

[Dexterity: 13 + 1]

[Dexterity: 14]

He was almost there! Daniel felt his heart would burst from the excitement. Just one more level and he would be able to rid himself of all those horrible traits. Probably. Daniel was absolutely elated. Maybe he would be able to reach Level 10 before he had to fight again, just in camp.

The system had just given him experience for butchering the deer. Would he gain more from finishing the act? Maybe he would gain some from cooking the deer? Perhaps from the crafting he planned to do?

Daniel ran over to his supplies and grabbed the first tool he had acquired in this new world. Somehow, and he genuinely had no idea how, he had so far forgotten about it. In all the excitement and novelty a literally lit torch had slipped his mind. He had lugged it about since the cave and its fire was still going strong. Even still, due to the constant light of the ceiling crystals, it had been barely an afterthought.

It would be useful now, though. He did have a fire starting kit but he had not seen much flammable material on his past walks between the mushrooms. Most of the stuff seemed wet or damp. Maybe there was some sort of survival trick, the goblins had figured out, he did not know about. There had to be a reason, they carried the kit in the first place.

Right now, however, his torch was much more convenient. The relatively large open flame would hopefully allow him to roast the meat. Daniel buried the torch in the earth so that it would stand upright.

He washed one of the spears as thoroughly as he could with the tools available to him so he could use it as a skewer. Then he cut the one of pieces of meat into strips as best he could and wrapped them around the spear tip and upper shaft. He held the spear horizontally above the torch, turning and moving it to grill the meat strips evenly.

Due to the relative thinness of the meat, they seemed to be done in very little time. Daniel waited for them to cool down before peeling one strip and tasting it. Any sort of spices were missing which made the flavour dull but it was without doubt grilled meat, ready to eat.

[Congratulations! You have grilled the meat of a Tier 1 Forest Deer to a digestible degree. What an achievement. You are awarded 100 Experience Points for your exceptional feat.]

[Level: 9 (100/900)]

Daniel had the sneaking suspicion that the system could be rather snarky. It did not seem to be exceedingly impressed by his most recent accomplishment. Daniel had to admit, after some consideration, that the system's attitude might not be entirely unfair. Disregarding the evaluation of his constant companion, Daniel set about cooking the rest of the meat. He ate half as lunch and decided to leave the rest for dinner.

He earned another hundred experience points for the task. Considering that the second batch of grilling was considerably larger than the first strip of meat, it seemed that the system placed a large emphasis on novel achievements rather than repetitiveness.

Having succeeded at obtaining some meat, Daniel stored the deer carcass away again as best he could and then thought about how he might fashion some armour. The best way seemed to be to cut the leather into five pieces for a shirt. One for the front, one for the back, two for his sides, and one for the top of his shoulders.

The result would likely be ill-fitting but Daniel had at no point confused himself with a leatherworker. He simply needed some clothes.

As Daniel had rather a lot of leather to work with he decided to cut those pieces first overly large and then trim off any excess while holding them to his body. Lacking any measurement tools this seemed to be the best option. For most pieces his plan worked out. For his back it took him a minute too many to realise that he could copy his chest.

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Daniel took his time punching holes into the edges of the leather. He wanted to do as little damage to the leather as he could. His past experience told him that frayed paper holes were much more prone to wear and tear than clean paper holes. Daniel did not know why that should not apply to leather as well. He also wanted to ensure regularity. He hadn't given up completely on aesthetics.

His work would probably not look pretty but he would do all he could. If Daniel would have to guess it took him at least two hours to finish everything. It was difficult to tell. He had the feeling that the repetitive task of punching holes impacted his perception of time.

With all the leather prepared, Daniel took a short break. He sliced a small piece off the meat he had meant reserve for dinner. He could not resist the temptation. After his small lunch break, he set about fashioning his leather strips. He prioritised using the trimmings left over from his earlier fitting. He attempted to keep the cuts as thin and straight as possible.

After a little bit of work Daniel had prepared before him the leather pieces forming parts of his shirt and the strips that should tie them together. It took him approximately ten minutes to thread the strips through the holes and form the shirt.

A few experimental tugs delivered promising results. The stitching held. He had deliberately tied the strips loosely and slipped into the shirt. He could now untie the seperate knots and adjust the shirt's "size" to fit him better. He was left with a fairly good leather shirt he could be proud of.

[Congratulations! You have successfully crafted your first piece of armour from the hides of Tier 1 creatures. Your work is exceptionally well-made for your circumstances. You are awarded 500 Experience Points for crafting a Leather Jerkin.]

[Level: 9 (600/900)]

Daniel was elated. He spent serveral minutes just doing various exercises and movements to get used to his new clothing. His fur provided the perfect layer between skin and leather, making up for one of the disadvantages of his work a human might've noticed.

Being essentially only some leather wrapped around his upper body, the jerkin did not significantly impede his movements. If you ignored the rough-looking leather strips, it probably would even look fairly good.

The leather the goblins had provided was really high-quality, now that Daniel thought about it. Though that made sense if he considered the system prompts he had gotten just now and even back when he had finished butchering the deer.

[Tier 1]

Daniel's status told him that he himself was Tier 0 and an even earlier had prompt had mentioned that his first evolution at Level 10 would leave him at Tier 0 in order to give him a proper start.

The system reacted to his thoughts.

[Tier (Evolution):

Your Tier describes your rank in life. A rise in Tier symbolises an ascendance in the hierarchy of life. The higher your Tier the more difficult it is to ascend to the next Tier. You are currently Tier 0. That means you are a perfectly mundane, non-magical creature. Be aware that that means that creatures at Tier 0 are mundane for their race. A dragon at Tier 0 will without question outclass a rabbit at Tier 0. Only beasts and those known as monsters have access to evolution ordinarily. You are an anomaly.]

So there was a fundamental species-based starting point first and foremost, followed by individual variation among specimens of the same species. Daniel was not surprised by that. They had informed him of this circumstance when he had selected his species prior to his rebirth.

Being informed about the rising difficulty in progressing his Tier, made Daniel more appreciative of the system's promise to ascend him one's without raising his Tier to fix his issues. The way he understood it, this would raise his starting point, therefore elevating all which would likely come after.

Daniel took off his leather jerkin and inspected it for any issues that might have occured from wearing it for the first time. He found none. Instead he was confronted with prompt.

[Would you like to learn Appraisal? It is the bread and butter skill of any craftsman.]

Daniel had no reason to refuse his chance at learning his first system skill.

[You have learned the General Skill Appraisal.]

[Appraisal:

You are able to appraise objects' and people's value or power. The completeness of information gained through this skill depends upon your level.]

Usage of the skill came easily. He just looked at his jerkin and a window opened.

[Leather Jerkin:

A rough jerkin, crafted to protect its wearer's life and decency. It offers some slashing and piercing resistance.]

Daniel was a bit disappointed. He had been looking for some kind of quantified description. For example +10% slashing resistance like it had been in games. In hindsight it made some sense. You couldn't say with certainty that it would always offer exactly 10%. In a way he should already be glad that the system quantified his stats.

Thinking of it now that was likely also why his first skill's description was rather vague. But that didn't bother him. He preferred the nebulous limits of the skill as it was now over the absolute rules it could have had. He would simply have to learn what he could accomplish using it as he went along.

Setting thoughts of his new skill aside, Daniel turned to the other piece of clothing he intended to fashion. Ideally today, now that he had some experience. Some leather strips where leftover anyhow, cutting down on some of the crafting time.

It took Daniel about two hours if he had to guess before he had a pair of leather trousers lying in front of him. They were rough work but would serve to add to his blue pair of underpants he had been wearing so far.

[Congratulations! You have successfully crafted a pair of leather trousers. You are awarded 500 Experience Points.]

[You have levelled up.]

[Level: 10 (-/-)]

[100 Experience Points stored.]

[Constitution: 8 + 1]

[Constitution: 9]

[You have passed a threshold. You must evolve to proceed.]

Daniel was utterly delighted. He had expected to level up after completing his work but it was a different feeling now that he was there. He could now get rid of Agonising. WIthout much hesitation, Daniel opened the Evolution menu of the system.

[You have passed the threshold to evolve. There are three options available. Consider them carefully.]

[Due to certain circumstances, this Evolution is uniquely able to influence your path significantly.]

[Monstrous Chimera:

Leaning into your monstrous side, you forsake your humanity in the face of power. You shape your collapsing genes into an asset, using them to assimilate more and more monsters until you hardly recognise yourself.]

[Changes:

- lose all previous Perks

- aquire "Bestial Mind"

- acquire "Malleability"

- acquire "Assimilation"

- Evolutions System upgraded

- Barred from obtaining a Class

- significant loss in your mental stats]

[Human Soul:

Leaning into your human side, you forsake your monstrous power to retain your true self. As a human soul free from its confines your vessel is the power you gather within yourself, unable to ever regain a true body.]

[Changes:

- lose all previous Perks

- acquire "Ethereal Form"

- acquire "Humanity"

- acquire "Resilience"

- Class System upgraded

- Barred from Evolution

- significant loss in your physical stats]

[Adjusted Izraf:

You seek to harmonise both of your sides. You are not a monster. You are not a human soul. You are an Izraf, marred only by the incompetence shown by your creator. Through Evolution you fix their errors and fulfill or even overcome your potential.]

[Changes:

- lose all previous Perks

- acquire "Feline Grace"

- acquire "Corvine Cunning"

- acquire "Ingenuity"

- acquire "Adaptability"

- acquire Title "First of their Kind"

- establish Species-Class Dependency]

Daniel was stunned. He hadn't given much thought to Evolution apart from its potential to relieve him of his perks. Even so, the options were more varied than he had ever given them credit before.

If he were to consider them as one might a video game character, they each represented entirely different play styles. Whatever he chose, it was almost certain to impact the rest of his life. Daniel settled down in his tent and read through the options again and again. A brief glance had already told him that he would probably choose the third path but he did not want to choose without having thoroughly considered all possibilities.

The first one was very tempting to him if it weren't for that one caveat of losing his mind. The description was relatively vague, of course, but it did seem to indicate that he would essentially be giving up his live as a civilised, sapient being. He would be reduced to base instincts. It made him briefly wonder what would happen to his system in that case. It required proper thought to use effectively. The system responded.

[In such events the system is authorised to make such decisions on behalf of you and in your best interest. This option is unavailable to you otherwise, should you have such designs.]

Daniel halted. He wasn't certain but he thought this was the only time the system had ever referred to itself. The response also seemed strangely human. Previous prompts had read more rigidly.

Daniel considered his query answered. He attempted to illicit more reactions from his constant companion but the system remained irresponsive so he turned his thoughts back to the choice before him.

He had no interest in giving up his mind though the description made him curious about the powers he might be able to obtain. The description could be read as though he would lose himself but Daniel was not adverse to significant changes. He had intentionally chosen to be reborn as a non-human and more change would be welcomed.

It was his agency he feared for. He wanted to be able to make descisions. To think. And this option promised to take that away from him. At least for a while. The way he understood this Evolution mechanic, he could change drastically from whatever starting point he chose. He would not be surprised if somewhere down the line Evolution would have an option in store for him that restored his sapience while retaining any power he had gained along the way. Daniel just wasn't willing to be on the sideline until then.

He wanted to experience his new life. Not evolve and then suddenly wake up some day as a Tier 6 monstrous sapient or something of the sort. Due to this Monstrous Chimera was out of the question. Daniel moved on.

The second option intrigued him as well. He was extremely curious about what it would be like to be what amounted to a ghost if he read the description correctly. It really drove home the magic of Evolution. A strong, mindless beast was still somewhat familiar but an actual ghost... that was something special, alright. But that was honestly the only real argument for this option. He had even less interest in losing his body than in losing his mind. Not least since the description expressly stated that there was no way back. It made sense. Restoring mental faculties was on a different level to restoring a body from scratch. At least Daniel would evaluate it as such, knowing nothing about the subject.

He did wonder what hid behind perks called Ethereal Form and Humanity but the system offered no further explanation. The warning the system gave him along with the option reinforced his decision. He knew little if anything about the magic in this world. He would not intentionally make himself vulnerable to it without knowing what he was risking.

Of course, he could infer from his experience with fantasy stories in his old world but he considered such baseless speculation dangerous. There was some evidence supporting that the authors of such stories might have hit the mark to some extent. Namely, the existence of undead skeletons and goblins which he could faintly remember seeing in some illustrations but he did not think that that sufficed to make assumptions. Acquaintances had informed him that just about every fantasy world shaped by authors had its own rules and nuances.

It was simply impossible to determine whether vampires could enter homes uninvited or not when there were stories for both claims. In fact he could not even assume that vampires existed in any form. Undead skeletons did not prove that.

Both of the first two options made him curious about the upgraded Evolution and Class System they respectively promised. Assuming fairness, the upgrades had to make up for an entire mechanic missing. And while he had not experienced the Class System as of yet, there was no reason to assume it was less potent than Evolution which had shown itself to be plenty potent. But all the curiosity in the world would not make him accept the drawbacks of those options.

Daniel finally turned to the option he was now sure to choose. Adjusted Izraf showed no obvious drawbacks aside from seeming altogether less powerful than the other two. The description made it seem rather mundane compared to the grand words of the other two options.

Looking past that, however, it did grant him more boons. It gave him one more perk and even handed him a Title. He did not remember seeing that option on his status page. This time, one of the system tutorials he had been gradually growing familiar with popped up.

[Title:

A Title is a record of a unique or special achievement or circumstance. You may gain a Title for accomploshing a feat most would find impossible or you may gain simply because there is something about you that significantly differentiates you from others. Examples include but are not limited to Titles that commemorate victory over one mighty enemy or a great number of foes and Titles that identify you as a trailblazer or master over a specific branch of magic, all circumstances that are difficult to achieve. Most Titles offer benefits in terms of statistics, abilities or reputation. Some may be considered less beneficial. Unless otherwise stated, all of your Titles augment you at all times collectively. Some Titles can be lost.]

So Titles were essentially a permanent boon, a perk that would not change upon evolving. Unless it was a Title that could be lost. Daniel was curious what examples he might encounter. If he would even gain more Titles than the one offered here. They did not sound particularly easy to obtain.

His greatest hope was that his undeniably unique circumstances would offer him some Titles. All else would depend on fortune, he supposed. Or lack of it. Daniel could not imagine that facing a great number of foes in a battle deserving of a Title could be counted as luck. Surviving it, maybe.

This newfound information made the third option only more appealing. He was sure that the offered Title would not be detrimental.

The last change stated in the description Daniel could not decipher. He did not have the slightest idea what a Species-Class Dependency could be. Though it did promise one thing. He would be able to both evolve and have a class.

Having considered all options, Daniel silently confirmed his choice. Only afterwards did it occur to him that directly evolving might not have been the best choice imaginable. Who knew how long it would take or whether the goblin would wake up and exploit his evolution?

These thoughts became irrelevant as he slipped into darkness. It seemed, he would not bear conscious witness to his evolution.

Daniel did not perceive the passing of time. To him it seemed as though he passed and woke barely a moment later.

His surroundings didn't change, so he could hazard the guess that it hadn't been extremely long. The goblin prisoner hadn't woken which made him think that no more than a day could have reasonably passed.

He couldn't think of a more accurate way to tell the time in this cavern. Instead he got up from the place on the ground. He had apparently fallen but after a brief check he found that he had not sustained any injuries.

Then he turned his attention to his physical changes and was stunned. His formerly gray fur was silver. His formerly weak body was athletic. His formerly, comparatively short body reached at least 2 metres in height.

In short, he had turned into exactly what he had envisioned when he chose his race. He would bet that his blue eyes were now as vibrant and piercing as they were always supposed to be. He looked healthy. Strong.

Extending his claws showed that they had also developed more reliably. They were still a weak point as losing one would approach the pain of Agonising but it looked less as though any forceful contact would rip them out.

Then he examined his status sheet.

[Name: Daniel Gallagher]

[Species: Chimera]

[Subspecies: Adjusted Izraf]

[Tier: 0]

[Level: 1 (0/100)]

[Class: n/a]

[Subclass: n/a]

[Tier: n/a]

[Level: n/a]

[Magic Core: n/a]

[Affinities: Space (Absolute), Darkness (Strong)]

[Progress: n/a]

[Statistics:]

[Strength: 10]

[Dexterity: 14]

[Constitution: 9]

[Intelligence: 20]

[Wisdom: 21]

[Spirit: 19]

[Willpower: 15]

[Charisma: 13]

[Luck: 0]

[Traits:]

[Feline Grace]

[Corvine Cunning]

[Ingenuinty]

[Adaptability]

[Class Skills:]

[n/a]

[General Skills:]

[Apraisal]

Daniel almost cried. All those perks. Gone. He took a deep breath. And almost fainted. He could smell. Properly now. The plants, the mushrooms, the meat, the leather, the air. All of it.

In the distance he could hear various small animals rustling through the undergrowth. Hear the soft breathing and heartbeat of the goblin lying in the clearing.

He could see the grooves in his spears. The sufrace of the musbrooms. The imperfections in his new clothing. He felt those imperfections too. It was surreal and would probably take a while to get used to.

He felt strong. He could perceive the world, this cavern, in its fantastical, magical beauty.

And he could see the prompt hovering before him.

[Please choose a class.]