John wakes up to a slightly sore body. His bed was still the same dirt elevation he made days ago. He once tried to use leaves to soften the surface and perhaps give him cushion but all it did was give him the itches. Speaking of leaves, John never had the opportunity to wipe one on his ass. It seems he had lost the ability to defecate and urinate. He attributed it towards his new digestive process and thought that 100% of what he ingested was used by his body.
Sitting up to the edge of his "bed" he recounts his daily tasks. Today he would; check the fishtraps, collect driftwood, and make glass.
He was cosidering about making fish his staple food since they were rich in protein that would aid his plans for turning into a superhuman. Driftwood was a discovery he made early on, the perfect fuel for his furnace as cutting the trees in his vicinity would be wasteful.
John walks towards his fishtraps along the beach praying that the traps actually work. He had wanted to start his workout program possibly tommorow. To his delight the fish traps actually worked, but the prey gave him more questions.
there were three kinds of fish in his traps; one was shaped like a catfish but it wasn't colored black like the ones he knew of, this one was silvery green. An even more questionable feature of this creature wasn't its two feet length but the swirl of water directly above its head. Whenever the fish moved the mini whirpool followed it. An Unexplained Mysterious Organism(UMO) John thought to himself.
The second fish almost went unnoticed by John because of its sand colored skin. Touching the unmoving fish, John felt the fish's skin feel similar to sand as well. Like the other fish this one had a quirk of its own. Anything touched by its underbelly would have its color and texture copied by the fish and epressed on its scales. John found this out when he placed the foot long animal on his hand and it copied his skin tone and texture. This removed John's theory of the fish being similar to an octupus as octopi couldn't imitate physical texture.
The last wish was what John Assumed to be a school fish or a social fish since there was many of them in his traps. They were shaped in a way similar to bullets and were the size of fingers not including their tail fins. Intrigued at these little fish, John pushed his hand through the water and touched one of them. As soon as his fingers grazed the skin of a fish John felt a minor shock on his hand prompting him to pullout and check for damages. Seeing as there was no visible trauma on his hand he looked at the group of fish and thought,
'electric?' Looking slightly surprised.
Electric fish were nothing new to John, Earth had it's fair share of eels capable of killing a horse with its shock. What was so amazing about these fishes were that they showed social behaviour. Eels generally acted on their own, yet these fishes regardless of their powers clumped up in groups. One could only imagine how much power a thousand of these fishes could produce since one had the ability to produce current strong enough to register on a human body.
A few minutes later John stood up from his traps after collecting the fish and resetting the traps. He had a haul of one whirpool catfish, three imitation fish, and about forty electric schoolfish. a good haul enough to feed him for three days. According to his calculations, if he exploited his rapid eating capabilities and regeneration the food would only last a day or two.
He would perform multiple sets of different body weight excercises combined with mobility targetting movements.Only stopping his workouts when he couldn't move anymore. He would then eat to repair his body and then repeat the excercise until his food ran out. But this was a story for another day, for now he had to collect sand and make glass.
One may ask, "why glass?". John could improve his living conditions by putting his cobbles through the furnace making stone, if he runs it through again he can make smoothstone. There were many things he could make with stone, like slabs and bricks. The issue with stone improvement was the lack of fuel. There was a limited amount of driftwood along the shores per day and coal mining was impossible in this world, coal was buried hundreds of meters from the ground. John was certain this wasn't the overworld and the things were severely limited.
Making glass allowed him to make glass bottles. He would fill the glass bottles with water from the center of the island so that he wouldn't have to go back and forth just to drink from it. Anyway, enough explaining back to sand harvesting.
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[Rhacm 11, 877]
A week has passed since we departed from port Highlenberg. The black mist discovered yesterday hasn't stayed rooted on its spot atop the ocean. After multiple surface level investigations the mist did not show any displacement. The mist was not composed of any known compounds nor was it's source determined.
With these findings and the cause of this expeditions it would be safe to say that the mission was a success. We had found what we were looking for and it was time to go back.
However, the Captain of the naval guard proposed- no, he demanded we go into the mist. I had protested to this order but my pleas were met the blade of his sword. Our ship's captain also supported the naval captain's orders, I found no other reason for such acts aside from his former occupation of being a grave robber. By gods do I hope they don't think there's treasure beyond the mist.
It was an unknown substance that didn't show any immediate effects. What if it was caused by a leviathan class sea creature. I have many concerns about this, They're hiding something from us. The association will hear of this.
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An armored man stood on the deck of a ship looking at the black fog ahead. Marthen Coldwater was naval captain who worked hard to get his current position. He had climed the ranks of a dog eat dog world only to be caught between the schemes of money grubbing filth. His wife, a beautiful seamstress he met when he was just a soldier was the target of many lustful men. He also had a daughter who looked up to him, her charm was unmatched and she took a lot from her mother's beauty. It was his position and power that prevented any harm that could come towards their small family.
Many had plans and unpure intents towards his family but he had held strong against them for many years. But Here he was, reduced to a dog of the rich and authorities. A proud man forced to take a compromise of losing his job if he did not accept the mission.
The mission would have been simple if not for the condition of losing his job if he fails. He had to find proof that an oracle's words were wrong. He was hoping that the mist did not exist, yet here he was.
He couldn't go back with this news, luckily the oracle spoke of a creature inside the mist. If he proved that there was nothing inside then he would technically be saying that the oracle lied. His position would be untouched and he would continue protecting his wife.
Life still found a way to annoy the already angry officer, one of the scholars in the mercenary ship wanted to go back as the results they collected were enough. Naturally Marthen was angry, his wife and daughter's lives were at risk and a fucking nerd wanted to ruin the mission. He could not allow it, he brandished his sword threatening those who wanted to oppose. Luckily no one else protested to his demands and even the mercenary ship's captain supported him.
All he could do now was wait for everyone to prepare the ship barriers, a good protection against the unknown they were about to face.
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These past few days, the all-cube was satisfied with thought process of the inheritor. Although it could be much faster, it knew that rushing things wasn't good. It was better for the inheritor to move at his own pace. There were still a few things that wasn't given to the inheritor due to his lack of capability wield them but if the calculations were right it would take a month for the bare minimum to be acheived.
While the all-cube was monitoring the inheritor observe a fish, a signal from the mist alerted it. Multiple sentient lifeforms approaching. The all-cube checked for any dangerous lifeforms before it left them alone. Nothing the defenses couldn't handle.
It continued its monitoring of the inheritor.