One month after.
Lucifer was standing on the edge of a cliff. Looking at the island in front of him which appeared to be bustling with activity. Some houses could be seen on foot of a mountain. Some humans could be seen moving on the shore of the next island trying to catch fish.
Lucifer in 17 years old body was wearing a crude set black clothes which were product his own skin. It seems that black rock-like skin was a mutation but due to his state mostly remaining in near his fainting-like state because of exhaustion or pain sometimes even because of blood loss this mutation of his was unable to showcase its usefulness.
After being noticed by the group of people on the shore, he introduced himself by the name 'Alex'. It seems that they were used to finding new survivors, so they didn't get surprised nor was there a need to inform others of his arrival.
The accommodation that was provided to him was a simple hut. On the way, they also explained some of the things which included how they divided people of exceptional strength. The way they were classified was quite simple. People having the physical strength equal to that of an athlete or some international sports player are classified as 'Low', Someone having the power which was previously known as the peak of what human body is capable of achieving is known as 'Middle' and power or skills which are beyond common sense are ranked as 'High'.
Looking at the houses Lucifer felt puzzled how this place can last this long among so many attacks of storms." How can this place can last for so long?" So, he asked. After Lucifer explained what he exactly meant by that question. The answer that was given to him puzzled even more.
It seems that ever since survivors started gathering on this island, it has only faced danger twice. The reason why Lucifer was perplexed over this matter was because ever since he woke up after the chaos began there has never been, at most three days that he recalls he spent without running from something. The answers that he was getting were vague enough to be called no answers. As questions they were getting piled up.t
After resting and idling for three days he decided it was time to look at things that were piling up on his to-do list. Staying at this island was, of course, not free. If one wished to stay on this island, they had to work or hunt. Not all survivors were in condition or suitable to hunt so they had to do something else to convince others that they were not burdens. For those who were able to hunt they had to hunt enough to sustain others.
At the dawn of the next day, Lucifer joined the hunting party and headed off. People who were already there paid some attention to Lucifer, only because he is a new face. Everyone by that time was used to seeing some random person joining so after the initial curiosity of finding a new face they didn't paid much attention.
After some walking and swimming, they arrived an island that was full of trees and wildlife. The island was not big, but it cannot be called small. After setting a meeting point everyone started moving on their own. Some of them which hunted often or knew each other formed a team. Lucifer at first was confused but after pondering for a bit he understood the cause.
In order to live till now, all of them had to somehow survive and for to survive they had to come with their own way of handling things. Thus, due to their unique experience their way of doing things were not compatible. Moreover, being able to survive in the wild on their own, especially in this time they all had pride in their own accomplishment, no matter how small, so it was not easy for them to cast away their pride and bend their own way of doing things to how others found it suitable.
The only reason they hunted in groups was so that they could deal with unexpected situations like a mutated beast that could be classified in the 'Middle' rank. Animals having better surviving ability then humans adding that the mutated beasts have intellect much better then before made it difficult for survivors to deal with them now that they had lost their firepower like guns etc.
After hunting until late afternoon, hunting party returned to the main island. Lucifer's reward was not good but not bad too. He decided to exchange about all of what he hunted for a sword. As for the remaining he left for himself.
Like this half month passed, in this time most of what he hunted he left for himself. Due to his Body Modifier he could strengthen and upgrade himself unlike others. But that still had a limit as he cannot further strengthen himself after having guessed that he was in the Middle rank. He was only able to reach this level by storing all the nutrients that he got from his hunting for the past month.
After hunting for another week, he decided to exchange his game of the past week for a better sword. Even though the one he had was good enough for him, but what can he do it is, after all, in nature of human to always desire something better.
Night of the same day.
Lucifer was unable to fell asleep. Which was greatly annoying him. Even if he didn't need to sleep, he would still sleep because in a way it can be called one of his hobbies to sleep which, even among his other hobbies, he liked.
Many times, just when he was in half-conscious like state and about to fall asleep, some disturbing images will flash through his mind jolting him fully awake, which would infuriate him to no end since he still wasn't able to fully process what he was seeing.
After much effort which seemed like more then he used even in life and death situations, at least to Lucifer, he was able to sleep. In his sleep he saw some images of great tornado with flashes of lighting constantly appearing around it. A tornado big enough to be called terrifying even when considering current chaotic time. Thunder kept flashing about it while the tornado was busy making the seawater move around it.