Spencer woke up in an rather comfy, soft bed with a little girl looking over him. She couldn't have been more than 6 years old, but she was studying him intently. She looked human, with brilliant green eyes and flaming red hair to complement it. She broke her gaze and looked towards the doorway.

"**! **'* **!" she said, in an unknown tongue, then looked back at Spencer. "*** ******?" She asked him, again in the unknown language.

"Uh, I can't understand what you're saying." Spencer responding, and shrugged his shoulders. The girl looked at him confusedly, then motioned herself eating food and pointed at him.

Spencer realized she was trying to ask him if he was hungry, so he nodded his head. She ran off to another part of the house, he guessed, and came back with a plate full of what looked like chicken and bread. Spencer devoured his meal, and looked to the doorway where a man around 30 was staring at him. He had the girl's green eyes, but had a head of brown hair. Spencer tried to thank him for the meal, but yet again was stopped by the language barrier in between them.

The man sighed and went back to another part of the house. He came back with a pad of parchment and a quill. He drew a field with a man working in it, drew some food, and drew arrows between the two. Spencer understood and nodded. Chores for food and shelter was a fair deal, and maybe he could get some recommendations for work so he and his friends could start their quest. All heroes had humble beginnings, after all. Link was a farmer, the Dragonborn was a prisoner, and Batman was an orphan.

They went out to the empty field. From Spencer's limited knowledge of crops, he determined if they were planting, it must Spring. The field was rampant with weeds and he supposed that was where they were going to start. The farmer motioned over to the other side of the field and started weeding. Spencer went to the opposite corner and did the same. What happened next changed his story in ways he wouldn't have thought possible. He was going to originally just be a ranged attacker while the others wailed on whatever bad guy they were facing. Now he could be whatever. He got a notification, much like when the goddess was talking to him.

Skill GainedFarming: Basic Lv. 1 (2.02%)

Spencer managed to contain his excitement. This was amazing. Not only could he make food for them all, he could also get skills! He could do anything from cooking to marksmanship. He loved both, so the idea of all this was amazing. He continued to weed, and to his amazement, he leveled up his skill.

Skill Level Up!Farming: Basic Lv. 2 (3.21%)

He couldn't believe it. This world had so much more potential now! Before, if he wanted to get better at farming, he had to have the knowledge, now he could do the same monotonous task over and over until he got the level he desired. He noticed another thing. When he leveled the skill up, his hands moved faster, more deftly, and the weed got stuck less times. He wished he could see all his skills, though. The second he said that, a menu popped up.

Skills

Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:FarmingBasic226.63%A skill used to grow, harvest, and take care of crops. Additional levels increase speed of farming tasks and quality of grown crops

This was amazing. Before he knew it, he Spencer had finished his side of the field in about twice the time it took the farmer. Still, it was pretty good for someone who had never farmed before. The farmer did look impressed, and brought out a hand-held plow, the kind that you pushed yourself. He almost finished when the sun went down. Luckily he only had one row left to do, so he finished by the light of the setting sun. He made it back to the house right as it was pitch black. Inside there were candles to keep it relatively light, and the table was set for three, so he sat down. The girl came out a moment later with some soup. She tried to start a conversation, and after many attempts, failed. Spencer was just sort of beginning to understand when he got a new notification.

Spoken Language: Morthan has reached 10% mastery!

Instantly, he could make out some words. "**** on, ********, You have to **** *********!" The girl was saying.

Spencer gasped. He said, "I can understand you!" The girl looked surprised.

"You **** a *** *****!" the girl responded.

Spencer had punched a hole in the language barrier. If he could learn languages like this, he would've stayed on Earth a little longer. Of course, he had never heard of 'Morthan' before. Also, it said spoken language. Did this mean he couldn't write it? He supposed it didn't matter. After a bit more conversation, they both went to bed. Spencer thought about the events of that day.

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He had gone to another world, possibly on another planet. He wouldn't see anybody he knew for a week, and he would see his friends in five days, four when he woke up. He wondered if they would land in the same place he did. After traveling to this world, he woke up in a bed in a strange house where he met two seemingly friendly people. There seemed to be nicer people here than on Earth. He then had gone to work, where he learned he could attain skills. He also learned he could learn new languages fairly quickly. Today sure was an experience, that's for sure. He fell into a deep sleep.

Spencer once again woke up, to find himself in the same house, but a thought occurred to him. Where had his stuff gone? Maybe they knew where it was. He had to ask them when he knew more of the language. He walked into the kitchen, where the girl was sitting, eating a slice of bread.

They exchanged greetings and Spencer sat down. He grabbed a slice of bread, put some of what looked and tasted like butter on it, and chowed down. He thought about a plan of action. He wanted to expand his skill set, and also wanted to explore the area. Just as he was finishing up, the farmer called him outside. They were going to put the seeds in, cover them, and water them. He handed Spencer a stack of seeds and they stated. This went a lot faster than last time, and before Spencer knew it, he was done. He looked over his work. The farmer's side of the field looked better and neater, but Spencer's side looked decent. The farmer patted him on the back.

The farmer said, "Today's ****** are ****."

Spencer and the farmer went inside, and Spencer noticed a bow leaning in a corner. He pointed to it, then pretended to fire a few arrows. The farmer happily let him have it, as long as he could keep all the game he shot. Spencer guessed that killing other animals and saving farm animals for later was much preferred. He took up the bow, grabbed a knife just in case and walked into the nearby forest. Spencer looked around. He didn't go outside often on Earth, mainly because outside meant heat and dust, but when they took trips north to the forests for camping, he would explore for hours. He loved to fish and just explore the untouched wilderness. He could hear the songs of the birds, the soft grass, the rough bark, it was just beautiful. After a bit of walking, he saw a wild elk... thing. He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, lined up his shot, drew back the arrow, held his breath and counted to three.

The arrow hit the elk in the leg. Spencer dashed forward towards the elk before it could hobble away. He stood over the body, put a foot on its side, and sliced it's throat. He was unprepared for the result of the foolish action. Blood went everywhere. It got on his shoes and pants, and the pure forest he had loved so much was tainted by the blood of an innocent animal. The elk cried out one last cry as the last of its life drained out through its wounds. Spencer had tears in his eyes and carried the elk back to the farmer's house, along with the bow, arrows, and bloody dagger. The farmer was delighted and tried to teach Spencer how to skin and take the meat from his kill. With teary, blurry eyes, he skinned it rather poorly and left the meat to the farmer. Spencer went to his bed. The farmer walked in some minuteslater with a block of wood and the dagger, now cleaned. He started whittling, and a few minutes later Spencer could make out a deer on a wooden pedestal. Spencer thanked the farmer for the beautiful present. The farmer had another block of wood and handed Spencer the dagger. This piece of wood was long and very thin, so he decided to make an arrow from it.

Spencer started by whittling all the bark from it, and made the end in a point. It was crude, but it was an arrow. He refined it by cutting of the bumps and carving notches into the end for feathers. The farmer handed Spencer some fine dust and motioned to rub it on the shaft. Soon enough, it was smooth and Spencer had made his very own arrow. Feeling much better, Spencer went to lay down and the farmer left him. He decided to finally sort through his messages.

Skill GainedBow Mastery: Basic Lv. 1 (3.12%)

Skill GainedDagger Mastery: Basic Lv. 1 (12.09%)

Skill GainedSkinning: Basic Lv. 1 (3.17%)

Skill GainedWhittling: Basic Lv. 1 (8.42%)

Spencer felt accomplished and noticed that it was sundown. Not feeling hungry, he shut his eyes and went into a dreamless sleep.