It's been a long while since I've come from my world to here. How long you ask? Well, three years, I suppose. Yes yes, I hear you, that's a bit of a skip since I last had to talk about things. Well for starters, the little one's still looking the same.
That elven vitality is a thing of mystery at this rate, she looks like she's capable of doing so little, and yet you wouldn't ever believe me that she's been helping me out with keeping the logs nice and well-shaped.
And by well-shaped, I mean that she's the one who's picking them out of the ground and carrying them like bleeding maces. Now I know what you're thinking, why in Gød's name would she even be able to pull that sort of thing off?
The system of this world is a peculiar one, simply put. Her progress is undeniable, and my methods are maddening alone for the normal individual, but for her? I'm just a slick punching bag that could evade her if needed.
Odd, I get it. It's not necessarily natural for a kid to be this, well, strong. But the system seems to reward her for squaring up with me every other day, talking and increasing her intelligence to offset the sheer bullshit that I try to pull out of my ass.
And oftentimes I can pull it out and off, it's just that it ends up with me losing another limb. But what am I doing right now you ask? Simple really, trying to make a chess board.
I need some form of recreation aside from rest and food, and talking with a deer. In any case, the little one is making herself an amazing little set of progress.
She's been doing whatever she needs done at this point, and I feel pretty proud of the fact that she's getting more and more independent. 'And yet independence isn't what I was trying to foster within her.'
My thoughts made me stop carving another pawn piece as I just realized my little issue that arrived. She still didn't say whether or not she wanted to kill me, only that she's still undecided.
My actions for whatever it is that I'll do will prove to be important for the future. Some actions may be minimal, some may genuinely be catastrophic. I don't know what this action of making her see this relationship between us as equals will bring.
"To provide agency to a child who's most likely going to outlive that deer? Hmm, well, I won't deny the fact that the idea hadn't crossed my mind. And yet this is technically the exact opposite of what I want to happen.
But it's still so so risky. This world may either be a Tolkien rehash, only slightly more based on a fucking video game, or it could be something much more annoying like all those animaes? Anemas? What was the correct word for them?
Weeaboo? Never did recall what the right thing was to describe them, I was more within the western works if anything."
But then again, I could be doing something much more productive right now instead of worrying. In my youth, I kept on getting the shit hand of the life of cards, so I just kept telling myself two things.
The first is that the uncertainty of life is the fun part about it, and that the uncertainty is one of the few certainties that actually exist. But back to what I was doing before this wall of text. Carving myself a chess board with all the correct pieces. I don't suppose that there'll be a case of "Isekai" or transmigration anytime within this part of the world yet. But then again, we're still technically in the exact same little forest since I got into this world.
The pawn piece was already finished as I smiled at my handiwork. Sixteen pawns done, now four knights, four bishops, four rooks, two queens and kings and it'll all be finished. Granted I don't really know what to dye these ones as.
Or even how to die the wood in the first place, well, except using my own blood that is. I get it, my blood's a tad peculiar with how the consistency seems to change, but right now it feels thick as cream, so I suppose that it'll prove to be sufficient for colouring the pieces.
But first! Some lunch, the little one and the deer have been going off to see any trees that we could use to make things, but most of the wood here is soft, not too bad but it could be a lot lot better.
I stood from the table that I was doing my craft from and made sure to clean it up before anything else. The little one didn't really like it whenever I acted like a slob, so I made sure that the place was good and clean.
And yes, I finally got the house done. It took more than a thousand bricks, a couple dozen trees for the lumber and furniture, and about three months of headaches from making the correct lacquer for the damned wood,but it was finished dammit!
I was a proud and pained man when I finally finished it up, and that was when I realized that there wasn't a whole lot that could be said about it. Not much in the way of cleanliness, but toiletries have been something proved to be getting more and more irrelevant.
I don't actually know why this was the case, but I suppose that's less of my mental state declining with not having to constantly think about a good enough supply of toilet paper when I don't actually have a toilet.
Then again, I am stupid enough to take the deal from what was essentially a Minor Goddess threatening me with destruction if I didn't go and take this world. There's a lot that I'd like to say about that Cressentia, but I suppose it'll be for another time entirely.
I went out, looked at the lightly cloudy sky, and thought what to do next. I suppose a little garden patch for fruit and vegetables wouldn't be all that remiss.
The little one seemed to be getting less and less excited with the meat that we've had for so long, and knowing that she's an elf, I suppose there's some form of a racial urge to not have to meat all that often?
It sounds stupid, and yet there's this little feeling that makes me think that I should try to at least get some tomatoes. Or maybe carrots and leeks as well. Trying not to get harmed in this world is going to be just the eeniest bit more difficult since I'm using up more space for a farm of all things.
I'd do it if the world wasn't capable of sending an alligator that was capable of using rock magic and a pack of wolves that made use of different elements depending on the lines that run along their bodies.
But it's gonna take up more space. I really wish that there was a way to properly get more space here instead of just making the clearing even bigger than the last time. The "ovens" were more or less running at the most they could.
What were they making? Some blobs of metal that I was able to finally claw my way into. That was by far one of the luckier breaks that I was able to get within this place.
A good supply of implements, that I genuinely have no fucking clue how to actually make. This is where I regret not allotting some of the time I spent in the clink reading forge works.
The guards always got skeptical whenever I was looking for ways to make tools. After all that was the main method I made use of to get out.
But going back, got some metal, well, very very dirty iron, of all things, but it's still relatively a good idea. Steel is off the table, I don't actually have an industrial forge that could create steel at a rate that's going to make the things I've seen in my dreams come true.
And I don't know how the actual folding methods work, so I just left the ores in there to become as liquid as they could. But then again, the oven I was making use of was way too weak to melt them quick enough, so there were just really really hot rocks in ovens that couldn't be made use of.
That was more than a year ago when I found them, and they're still there, just being warmed up. Should I have taken them out? Probably, but then I'll forget, and then I'll regret, and yadda yadda yadda, I made a different oven when that happened.
So no tools from this world, which means that I still have to rely on my realm to make more things, which subsequently means that the mental duress is still going to be relatively painful.
Grandiose. Just absolutely worth it, in my honest honest opinion. I feel worthless right about now. All this rambling, and yet absolutely nothing to show for it.
Haaah, maybe I should just get to making a little patch, carrots and onions are good for spicing soups up anyways, and since seeds are more or less completely a non-factor when it comes to making them in my realm, I suppose that I could just do it.
Oh, and about how I found the ore, the wolves seemed to have moved out of the cave that they lived in, and it appeared that the cave wasn't all that shallow in the first place.
The stone at the "furthest" was actually pretty hollow, so I took a hammer, and I smacked on it as many times as it took, and it revealed an even larger cave system that was there.
Beautiful stuff really, there were lots of iron and copper deposits around it, which meant it had a lot of reddish-orange colour to it, and a good blend of turquoise around it as well.
Now the copper, I didn't try to fuck around with at any moment, since I had little to no clue how to actually process it, but I made sure just to cover up the entrance to the new caverns with as much crap as possible.
Which means that I covered it in sticks and leaves, making whatever would've passed by there think that there was just some creature that was just using all that detritus as bedding for the sake of it.
I almost shed a tear for how my genius seemed to be flourishing, and yet with that same "genius" it made me realize that there might actually be an intelligence stat for other races that might be real in the world.
And they might have a number that surpasses even Einstein perhaps.
What are the chances of some "hero" popping out of a woman with the intellect of fucking Athena and starting the Industrial Revolution whilst it's still in the Medieval Era? Because I wasn't about to try and make things even more difficult for me.
That, and remembering all of those dreams of mine, which I hope to whoever's above right now that they wouldn't be all that painful to actually go through, made me realize that the laxness of this world's system is a very very obvious factor in how things may pan out.
The system is "generous", which means it's absolutely unhinged in making sure that this world creeps just about anything that could try to fuck with it.
The Gods are essentially the first line, then whatever possible living calamities could be born while I'm still here, then the locals, who could genuinely be monstrous specialists in whatever they do, and finally the "heroes".
Needless to say, this place is running at five hundred percent with it's immune system, ensuring that nothing above a certain level of strength could possibly ever hurt this world. And somehow, I may actually need to "subjugate and prepare".
It's painful to think, so I'll just not think about it anymore and leave it all to my future self.
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/Elf POV/
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The old man is still walking. Good, he's going to need the strength for the next battle. If he can walk, then he can run. If he can run, then he can hunt. And if he can hunt, he can eat, and live. That's the way I've been taught while being under him.
The clothes he gave me were comfortable, and he's been still nice to me to feed me and the deer, even though the food runs out at times. All of the stocked alligator meat didn't last all that long, only for about four months or so.
It's a shame, I suppose I should have held myself back from all of the consumption. Though for whatever reason, the old man's hair is starting to look less gray and more black if anything.
Maybe he's getting younger? Making himself to look younger? That wouldn't make that much sense. He's too busy with other things to be thinking about doing it consciously. The system isn't all that pleased with how much he's been growing.
It keeps on egging me to try and fight him, making me feel like it's the right thing to do. And yet he's still there, just living, not trying to make himself into a great monster that I should try to eat and kill, because he's already someone that allowed me to eat off of.
It's odd, in a sense, from what he tells me, but it feels normal. We've been doing this for as long as I've known him, and he's only ever gotten more and more dangerous and powerful. He's someone that I respect, and he's someone that cares for me.
He still doesn't quite know that I could talk to him with greater complexity, but I assume that he'll find out soon enough.
But right now, I've been taking a look at my [Status]. The gains that I'd get from trying to fight him and getting one were never changing, no matter much stronger I've gotten over him, or even how faster. It's been the exact same every time.
That's, good. Very good. Amazing even. I'm not going to act like I've gotten weaker. But, all of this strength was gained from my brother dying in the cold, from a disease.
Hah, the idea that all of this was achieved when the only other person that I loved is dead. And when he died, the first one died with him. It's almost poetic with how bad it's gotten.
I don't really know how to answer the old man, but I think I'll be able to find a good way to tell him that I'm not going to kill him. I blamed him for not being there for me and my brother. He was off doing something important, I think.
But I can wait, I've been waiting for three years already. All of his knowledge within my mind is slowly but surely getting refined into more strength for me. The [System] may view him to be an enemy that I should eliminate for the good of everyone, but my morals and my mind tell me that we aren't going to kill him.
\Status:
Name: ?????
Lvl: 12/400 (Grand Evolution Imminent)
Age: 205 Years
Health: 50,000/50,000
Mana: 4,000,000/4,000,000
Strength: 265
Agility: 139
Wisdom: 100
Endurance: 295
Free Points for Allocation: 500
Skills:
[Xenophage Lvl. 30] [Improvement Imminent]
[Hunter's Scent Lvl. 15]
[Dancer Lvl. 20]
[Bloodlust Lvl. 15] [Improvement Imminent]
[Dagger Proficiency Lvl. 20]
[Axe Proficiency Lvl. 75] [Ascendancy Imminent]
[Identification Lvl. 5]
New! [Articulation Lvl. 39]
New! [Master Meat Eater Lvl. 20]\