Human 2.0 ran towards the Goblins, and this time he paid much closer attention to what was going on, trying to predict movements, and get a general idea of what the heck he was supposed to be doing.

Surely, his job here was to use the Shield skill.

The first Goblin died the same way as he previously did, catching a sword with his peritoneum.

The next part was when Human 1.0 started to falter. He saw the Goblin that stabbed him the first time, so he decided to stop that stab.

In the middle of the Goblin’s jab, he screamed “Shield” at the air and imagined some, any, sort of a shield where Human 2.0 would get hit.

A part of the mana bar emptied and a glistening barrier came between the Goblin’s dagger and 2.0’s side.

That seemed like it would do the trick for now.

2.0 swung around, catching the offending Goblin’s neck with his sword and it was decapitated. The head rolled off in the distance, the roundness of the head peculiarly suitable for rolling in the dirt.

The rest of the body dropped lifelessly. If it had dropped lifefully, that would’ve been weird.

The third, and the only remaining, Goblin swung at 2.0’s back, which he decided to also block, in fear of receiving an additional smack on the head.

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He yelled “Shield” again, a part of the mana bar greyed out, the number dropping from 85 to 70, and a translucent barrier shimmered as the dagger bounced off it.

2.0 turned around and again made short work of the offending Goblin, and thus they won the hard-fought battle of the ages. Their names would be etched into the Hall of Heroes, and he would wake up in his bed.

Of course, nothing beyond the first thing happened.

The Goblin was still dead, and he was still stuck in the jungle. There were also no fanfares to his dismay. Fanfares would be nice.

2.0 made a salute and disappeared. A new screen appeared before him.

[Tutorial complete]

No, no, no. The tutorial didn’t feel complete. He was given a dagger and a skill he barely knew how to operate, and whoever put him here decided that was good enough for him to survive? That was simply unbelievable. As in, he literally didn’t believe that was happening to him.

Sure, he was stuck in what seemed like a game, only 4 Goblins so far tried to kill him, and sure, there were prompts appearing in view. None of that was actually a part of his daily routine.

He tried to think positively. At least he knew magic. Sort of, kind of.

The list of positives definitely needed to expand.

Still in the clearing, he decided he might as well try to get out the jungle by foot if he couldn’t by any unnatural means. It wasn’t like something was going to come to pick him up. He wasn’t that lucky, not by a longshot.

The only thing around him was the noise of birds and the wind, and maybe an occasional croak from the nope-frogs he couldn’t see.

He picked a direction at random, steeled himself that he won’t die fast, then started walking through the trees.