A tall butt naked skinny man was standing proudly on a sandy shore his third leg dangling between his legs as he faced the ocean with his arms crossed.
Two days ago, after making sure he had the essential tools John travelled across the island. Taking small fruits not enough to feed a man and could only serve as snacks along the way, and killing unsuspecting birds and storing their corpses in his inventory. It was as exactly as John had suspected, yesterday he assumed that the birds were too uncautious and now he found out that there were no predators or humans other than him on the island. There no signs of intelligent beings on the island, no rock formations, temporarg camping areas or cut down trees.
The one kilometer sqaured was home to six legged migratory birds and in the center was a small spring of fresh water. Near the shoreline was what John assumed to be this world's coconut or palm trees, he didn't know which one since they had purple fronds and bore no fruits. There were shrubs and unknown trees scattered within the island that John didn't touch since wood was a precious resource.
Since it was a confirmed to be safer, john decided to move his base of operation near the spring. Food was no longer an immediate issue for John so he decided to improve his future house. In the game harvesting stone would give you a block of cobblestone, reality was harsh for John who thought that he could just build a square shaped cobble home. He could stack stone upwards but it was impossible to make a roof without any adhesive to hold the rocks together.
John, according to multiple sources was a smart man. He took the soil he had and mixed it in water turning into a clay-like material. He then placed the rocks in a square shape with an opening on one side, after which he placed the clay on top of the rocks filling the crevices between them and stacked rocks on top again. He repeated this process until he had walls a head taller than he was. The clay would hold the rocks and stop them from falling, it would also prevent air from coming through spaces the rocks couldn't cover. The roof he covered with driftwood and placed thin wide surfaced rocks and finished of with a layer of clay then compacted dirt.
His new home being significantly spacier than his previous dirt mound was also darker. Less light was coming in since the house was sorrounded by foliage and trees. John didn't consider lighting as a problem since the furnace would deal with it. He was more worried about storms and ever ominous black fog circled around the island. What was it for? the unknown slightly scared John so he resolved to investigate later.
Which brings us to our present time, two days later with a naked John. One might ask; why is he naked?well, that's a good question. You see when John knew that he was alone on the island he thought,
'ey, fuck it' and undressed.
He was currently standing a distance away from a hole he digged on the beach. The hole was bordered with rocks with one entrance facing sea. It was a fish trap, stocking up food when you have an inventory capable of preventing spoilage and damage to whatever was stored in it was never a bad idea.
The trap had a simple mechanism, the opening would let fish in baited by the scent of bird innards but it wouldn't let them out if they stayed too long. Fish meat rich in protein was heavily needed for John's future plans of being a superhuman.
John secured food, water, and shelter without any worry of losing these in the near future, he had nothing to do. Mining was out of the box since physics applied to things he touched. Mining underground could collapse the soil above him and crush him, even if he survived the crushing he might suffocate and die slowly. That wasn't even the worst part of the problem, his pickaxe was made of stone. He wasn't sure if his pickaxe could shatter something made of the same material.
To test this he took out a stone/cobble the size of a 2 basketballs and his stone pickaxe. John smashed the stone tool towards the rock as if it was an unstopable force meeting an immovable object.
The sound of rock hitting dwaynejohnson spread out from where John was, it was loud but not loud enough to hurt the ears of those listening. John inspected the pickaxe and found no noticable damage on it, dwayne on the other hand had no physical signs of damage but John could see ethereal cracks running across the rock. He hit the rock two more times with the same force as he did with his first hit before dwayne crumbled into pieces.
There were multiple possible conclusions from this experiment;
-Tools made from the crafting table had increased durability/Tools made from the crafting table had increased efficiency.
- John was stronk
- Objects damaged from John's tools do not directly damage on hit but affects durability instead.
- Objects affected by John's tools are affected through metaphysical processes before affecting it's physical aspect.
- Strength and force applied shortens duration of mining.
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John sat down and plopped his back on the sandy beach his arms spread on his sides, he was still naked. He had experimented until night fell and was mentally tired. The experiments were fruitful and would allow him to use his current abilities effectively. A delightful discovery he made was that he had the ability to see in the dark with a range of 30 meters. Despite the discoveries of John many mysteries about his stituation were still unanswered. Who put him in this body? was it a living person before he got to it? was everyone like him in this world? are there even people in this world?
Looking at the night sky blanketed in stars of different colors and sizes. A purple star was spotted by John further solidifying his belief that he was in a different world dare he say universe. Purple stars did not exist were he came from and it was said to be impossible to exist yet here he was staring at what he thinks to be millions of them.
It was the most beautiful thing John had seen these past few days. His body relieved of any tension as he stares into the great expanse, his pitch black eyes reflecting its glimmer. He spent a few minutes on the beach before he got up and made his way home, tommorow was a new adventure he didn't want to catch a cold before it.
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[ Rhancm 4, 877 ]
We are to set sail south west of the coast of Highlenbern by order of the royal navy. According to the council oracle there would be an area clouded with black mist somewhere in the sea.
As a Scholar believing in the scientific aproach of the mystics, I do not trust in incidental predictions of the future without evidence. I believe the council supports such idea which is why we are currently at the port with this bloody storm. All this effort to prove that scrying magic is fake doesn't seem to be worth it, there has to be a catch.
We were not informed of the cause or purpose of the black mist our crew could not be trusted. Much to my misfortune the captain of the ship I board was a criminal of some kind. Information was being kept from us. If not for the lucrative pay they offered I wouldn't have come here.
The expedition would take two weeks in the sea before we return taking only one week as our sails on our journey back, a total of three weeks. With two royal navy ships and ours, I expect to go home earlier, the association of research has an experimental anti-daemos weapon at work and I want to witness it. It is late, my lights' ethero is running low I shall write again tommorow.
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Aldus Porfis the current council oracle of the kingdom of Efled was in his quarters sorrounded by scattered documents. A while ago he came in angry and started taking it out on his innocent documents, The king and the council wouldn't listen to his words. The expedition towards the black mist gave him strong ominous feelings, he knew that people would die if it was allowed to happen. He begged the authorities to stop it yet they assumed that he just wanted to keep his job and that the expedition would reveal the fraud he was.
Sure he lied a few times but most of them were just harmless pranks. He knew that scrying magic was just waves of ethero rippling from a source and oracles decoded these waves to gain information. The issue here was that the generally accepted theory was that ethero was composed of particles due to its behaviour.
The researchers had their heads stuck so far up their butts that they had a hard time accepting theories formulated outside of their authority. They contributed to the current disbelief of scrying magic.
It was the first time Aldus felt such dark waves and it was already too late. The expedition team was already on The port of Highlenberg ready to depart anytime. The crew was funded to find any evidence that he lied about the visions. He could only sit helplessly on his bed and maybe call in a wench to relieve his stress. After everything that happened today he would be lucky if someone actually accepts his offer.