Deep within the woods, there he was, lying sideways groaning in pain yet the potion helps relieve little of the pain a. Sweating and panting hard on the wet grassy ground he calmly thinks about his survival. Turning himself upwards as he holds his injured abdomen.

"Fuck me!" He said it out loud, grieving in anger.

Adding salt, thunderclaps can be heard and will soon rain from this day. Akatosh didn't lay there facing death again, and so he musters enough strength to get him back on his feet. Worse, blood began spewing from his injuries, but he manages to sustain his wound and begin trekking steadily. Picking a stick as his third leg, he agilely searches for a shelter. And not long, drips of rain slowly to drops from the sky.

"Does it have to be this day!" He groans.

In his desperation for shelter just a little further from where he was teleported, Akatosh found a large fallen uprooted tree. Taking shelter within the roots, it was enough to shelter and cover him from the rain.

Catching his breath, and for a minute Akatosh begins to self-operated his injuries. He can feel the thunder begins to intensify as the rain begins to worsen. Regardless, he was lucky enough to find shelter and he thank the rain for cover his scent. The scent of his injuries might attract predators.

Gathering the grass and plants nearby as his remedy, he began to mesmerize the plants squashing and extracting their oil and water. With enough rubbing turning the plants and grass to ball-like, he uses it to clot his open wounds.

Taking off his apparel mostly consists of hard clothing being sewed layer by layer. He gently removes the staked that punctured his stomach. And with a final pull, the piece of wood was taken off, but the bleeding began to worsen.

Without wasting his time bleeding to death, Akatosh firmly pressed the mesmerized plant leaving a moaning pain. Scavenging his bag pulling out the thin blanket. He then shreds the fabric creating a bandage which then he used to wrap his wound.

"Finally." He pants. Tired, he lays down for a deep slumber for the whole day.

A sunny morning arrives, birds are chirping. The warm light began penetrating the forest warming the soil. Akatosh eyes were open to being in luck, he was fortunate that no predators or monsters didn't rip him while he slept.

As weakness engulfs his body hunger rumbles his stomach. With a portion of energy left Akatosh again scavenge the fruits. Ten pieces were left but it was enough to fuel his needs to hunt for provisions.

But before he begins to work his ways, Akatosh checks his injuries to see if it's okay to flex his body. With a slight moan as he begins to peel the bandage. Gathering again some grass and redoing the same process he did days ago, he set his items.

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Warping the torn clothing he brings out a bow and a quiver filled with arrows. A few feet away he relentlessly practices shooting and aiming precisely, taking 50 meters away from the target. Akatosh take his time until the distance was 100 meters or more. It took him more hours to practice shooting but it was worth it to be an amateur archer.

Equipped with studded leather armor, he pulls out every melee weapon he had from the bag as he casually inspects. Two short swords and a spear are all that's left.

"No matter I might loot more weapons if I come across." Akatosh sighs.

Cross sheathing the two short swords at his back, he begins to practice pulling out and sheathing the swords until he was able to sheath them with ease. With the two short swords crossed sheathed behind, Akatosh then place the quiver at his back.

Finally done with the preparation it was time for him to get some meat and to also training to adapt from this harsh world he now lives in. Without any special abilities nor magic power to take advantage of, Akatosh relies upon his senses and abilities. Stepping toe, he casually walks slowly and sighting the surroundings for something to hunt. Using shadows to know if it is mid-days Akatosh then resumes his quarry for food.

It was nearly mid-day assuming that it was like 10:00 AM on the morning. Akatosh takes a break sitting while mesmerizing with nature. It took him minutes to find silence within the forest when suddenly he heard a rustling sound through his left side.

Muffling his breath to look, Akatosh smile when he sees a rabbit the size of a chicken. And in silence, he draws his bow while waiting to make a steady move. Hardly able to control the sound of a bow being drawn, he fired at twenty meters. He was able to take a clean shot at its body, despite his first time taking a clean shot he was filled with satisfaction.

Stuffing the rabbit in his bag, Akatosh had to find a decent shelter to butcher and satisfied his hunger, but before he finds a shelter. Akatosh reluctantly climbs a tree looking, knowing, and sighting the landscape of the place and its area.

Consecutively from the height, Akatosh eyes were enough to scout the flat landscape. He can see to the east a large building far away from where he was, assuming three miles. While to the north was a castle and a town extremely far away and it would take five days to reach. After this, Akatosh then decides to take the east path towards the unknown building.

Gathering twigs and Branch to start a fire, he found a large tree and a hole at its ground, not only did he found shelter, but he also found a small creek savoring his thirst for water. It was enough to fill his shelter for today.

Skinning the rabbit, he then processes its body, separating the innards. Afterward, he let it barbecue through the fire as he again indulges himself through the grimoire.

Page-turning but alas his knowledge was limited to this type of thing. Half of the page was covered until he found an interesting note. Just by looking at it, Akatosh can tell that it was an alchemist page some words are still different, but some are written in common language. The first twenty-page was all about healing and recovering potions. While the second page is buff potions. And the fourth was more on poison stuff meant for slicing life, but the fourth was different.

"What is this? Dragons' blood, demon's soul?" Akatosh said reading some words he understands.

After some time didn't, he already know that the rabbit was overcooked. Despite its burned skin, Akatosh didn't care as he greedily chomps the whole meat.

Tooth picking his teeth, while still studying the book.

"Creating potions are detailed but still, why does it have no note on herbs and ingredients." He utters thinking the one who made this must've known a lot about these ingredients and their uses.

Stomping the fire, Akatosh embarks on his travels and when he crosses about a mile or two. A sound of battle is brewing, and he can tell it was just a few meters away from the thick forest.