Inside the forest, a large boar is grazing on the grass, seemingly relaxed despite the many dangers in the forest, as it hears a rustle in the bush. Turning to look, the boar takes cautious steps as it steps closer to the bush, and nothing is there. Then another rustling sound is heard from another and the boar curious goes to investigate.
After some time, the boar goes to investigate the noise and finds nothing, and another is heard. It finally reaches one where the rustling grows loud.
Then, all it remembered was falling into a pit of wooden spikes.
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You have you have slain a level 12 iron tusk boar, you have gained 173 exp.
I perched from the tree as the notification popped up and began gliding toward my recently slain opponent.
Three weeks had passed since I first came to this world, and in that time, I had learned a lot about this strange place. Like discovering I'm on a floating island but right now, I was carefully descending into a pit I had dug—a spike trap I’d set up a few days ago. My plan was to find an animal and lure it using the rustling of the bushes. it had worked, and a large boar had fallen in. The beast didn't even put up much of a fight, even though there was no fighting, to begin with, but nonetheless, the spikes had done their job, piercing its tough hide. Now, I just had to retrieve it.
I was at the bottom of my trap, carefully moving through the wooden spikes I played out.
As I wrapped the rope around the boar and began the slow, laborious process of hauling it out, I couldn’t help but think back on everything I had experienced in the last few weeks. Exploring the island had been both thrilling and terrifying. I had mapped out somewhat about half of it now, discovering places like the green multi-headed creature lake where I narrowly escaped death, and the peaceful grove where I had first taken refuge, I even discovered a wolf den that was probably the same one that attacked me, the river where a towering waterfall that marked the many edges of this floating landmass, and lastly three villages which I scouted in advance on separate sides of the island the first one I found was a Goblin village which definitely the same one that attacked the caravan though I'm still wondering how did a caravan is on a floating island of all things.
Then, a village filled with humanoid creatures with tusks, which I found out were Trolls; at least, I think it was trolls with my knowledge in DnD.
Lastly were Orcs; unlike how I discovered each village through scouting, the last one was more intense than I would have liked; when I was exploring, a hunting party of them caught me off guard. Before I knew it, they had captured me, binding my wings and dragging me toward their village. Panic set in, and my instincts kicked into gear. As soon as I saw an opening, I used my wings to give myself a powerful boost, launching myself into the air and into the trees, escaping from their clutches. I barely escaped with my life, but the experience left me more cautious of the dangers on this island. Even though it was three days ago, I still remember it clearly.
With a grunt, I pulled the boar out of the pit and laid it on the ground. Its iron-like tusks gleamed in the sunlight, a testament to its dangerous nature. But now, it was just another resource—a source of meat, hide, and perhaps even some useful materials from its tusks. My butchery skills had improved since that first wolf, and I felt more confident in my ability to make use of every part of the animal but I had to use my claws which felt disgusting and felt weird.
As I prepared to butcher the boar, I knew I still had much to learn about this island, though I explored half of it. There were places I hadn’t explored, creatures I hadn’t encountered, and mysteries I hadn’t unraveled.
But for now, though, I had to focus on the present. Survival was still my top priority, and every day was a step closer to understanding this mysterious world
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After finishing the task of skinning the boar and gathering its meat, I packed everything up and began the journey back to the cave I now called home. The very same cave I had hatched from it now become more than just a shelter over the past three weeks—it was my sanctuary, a place where I could rest and store all my things. The island might be full of dangers, but within those stone walls, I felt a sense of safety and stability.
As I walked through the forest, the familiar sounds and sights of the island surrounded me. The wind rustled through the trees, and the distant call of a bird echoed in the air. It felt peaceful even though there were many dangers out there in the wild.
As dusk finally settled in, the sky painted with hues of orange and purple, I finally arrived back at the cave—the very place where my journey began. Flying up here was trickier than I thought the first couple of times, but it helps me learn to fly even though not by much, as I see. The sight of the familiar rocky entrance brought a sense of comfort, a reminder that, despite the challenges and dangers, I had managed to survive this long.
I stepped inside, the cool air of the cave washing over me, and began unpacking the supplies I had gathered. The boar’s meat was heavy, but it would be worth the effort. After setting up my makeshift fire pit, I carefully laid the meat out, using some of the herbs I’d gathered to season it. The sizzle of the meat as it hit the fire was a welcome sound, and the aroma quickly filled the cave, making my mouth water.
As I cooked, the shadows of the cave walls danced in the flickering firelight, and I allowed myself to relax for a moment. The island had thrown many challenges my way, but each day I grew stronger and more capable. With the boar meat cooking and the safety of the cave around me, I felt a rare sense of peace.
Tonight, I would eat well and rest, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges and discoveries. But for now, I was content to simply enjoy the warmth of the fire and the satisfaction of a hard day’s work as I checked my status.
Name: Sora Calem
Species: Harpy
Lv: 14 (183/640)
HP: 125/125 (+7/h)
MP: 100/100 (+4/h)
ST: 210/225 (+14/h)
Class: N/A
Titles: First Blood, Made possible, Tenacious Survivor, Lone Wanderer
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PHYSICAL Strength: 21 (+15) Agility 39 (+15) Dexterity: 19 (+15) Vitality: 26 (+15) MENTAL Intelligence: 23 (+2) Wisdom: 16 (+2) Charisma: 11 Willpower: 19 (+2) GROWTH Beauty: 7.8/10 Insight: 6.4/10 Magic Potential: 5.9/10 Luck: 8.7/10 PASSIVES Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat Lv 6 Survival Instinct Lv 5 Flight Lv 3 Stealth Lv 7 Enhanced Vision Lv 9 Tracking Lv 4 Combat Reflexes Lv 5 ACTIVE Screech Lv 4 Claw Lv 7 Gust Lv 3 Ambush Strike Lv 3 Grit Lv 5 Vital Strike Lv 6
These passed three weeks I leveled up and along with my skills with some new Titles.
[Tenacious Surviver] - Survive almost being killed while you killed your opponent +2 to all PHYSICAL stats.
[Lone Wanderer] - Be alone for an Entire week, Increased Perception, and Stealth by 10% + 2 to all MENTAL stats, except Charisma.
[Tracking] - Congrats you now know how to stalk someone without their permission, Increased spotting chance of prints or marks left behind by, 7%.
It's only on animals it's not like I would use it on humans... Right? Man these skill Description keeps being mean to me no matter what.
[Combat Reflexes] - Due to you not being able to react quick enough during the fight against Shaded Panther the system decides to give you this for your lack of skill on dodging and blocking, Increased reaction time by 9%
Thank for that skill though but seriously I'm a CHILD how am I supposed to react to that panther when I barely see it.
[Ambush Strike] - Coward, 12% increased when enemy doesn't see you stealth and further 3% when enemy is unaware.
Shut up.
[Grit] - Congrats your now a masochist, 30% increased defence and pain tolerance.
Even when I got this skill I still don't know what's a masochist, so I'll take it as an insult.
[Vital Strike] - Hits enemies on there vital area, Unlock Leg-to-leg combat and you can hit enemies in the &@!!?, p.s it doesn't exist but your welcome to try, 60% increased damage and increased targets pain sensitivity by 110%.
Huh, I though since there were hand-to-hand I thought there would be leg-to-leg, also what's the jumbled... Uh.. symbols, yeah symbols, I wonder what they mean.
With that out of the way, everything seemed to be in order, although I still don't understand the growth stat it hasn't move once these last three weeks. With a sigh I then closed the screen and looked at the campfire, waiting for my meal. "Everything is looking okay so far."
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"All right, you fuck wits, we better find that bird, or else the warlock will have our heads," Kragg demanded as he watched his men search for that blasted bird that escaped their clutches.
The head warlock needed a sacrifice for their spells, they needed those spells on the frontlines for the fight between the Eclipse Hoarder goblin tribe and the Dark Magi troll tribe and maybe he could finally get into the fray himself instead of gathering grass, herbs, and animals for the food and sacrifices for the warlock he needed a fight that gives him glory, sure the beast can put up a fight or two but they are few and far between which is exactly why he needs to go to the frontlines and why he needed that bird, it's his ticket out there in the battlefield.
He grinned. The sight of fighting something to test his metal on got him excited, and the warlock's words in his head.
"Chief hunter, you said you found this human bird and captured it but it escaped, yes?"
"If you can bring it to me, I'll see to it and ask the chieftain to let you go into the frontlines and let you test out something once I've finished with that bird."
Kragg was interrupted from his memory as one of the orcs called
"Chief hunter Kragg, we may have found something," one of the orcs said as Kragg turned his head to look at the orc, expecting good news. "All right, what is it."
"You might want to see this," the orc said as he led Kragg towards a hole.
"Seriously this is what you found a random hole!" He shouted at the orc.
"But Chief Hunter, this is no ordinary hole. It has wooden spikes underneath. Look," the orc then gestured at the others as one of the orcs climbed from the hole with a wooden spear on his back. The orc in question then got the spear or, rather, spike once Kragg was handed the spike.
As he examines the spike more thoroughly, he sees its broken tip with some blood on its shaft, which means this has been used, and a grin grew. "Get the wolves, looks like we found our bird."