'...'
Staring at the blanket of night that hung up in the sky dotted with the beautiful canopy of stars my mind was filled with a sea of thoughts which fought against each other.
And the contents of the thoughts were of two extremes.
'Should I just kill myself?'
'No? Didn't we try to do that before and just get stuck in Sevallia? I say we build a bridge to another continent.'
'Wasn't that just because of the time loop barrier thingie making us just get stuck there due to time shenanigans? I dont think the entire world has time shenanigans does it?'
Rolling on the sand I uncomfortably tried to think about what I should do for now.
Staring at the island which had several ugly pock marks decorating it from my destructive spree of collecting materials at the least now a few of my weapons had been repaired to an extent that they were usable.
Not that it stopped my thoughts in the slightest.
'I mean, think about Survivalist Slade, since we've already stocked up over the course of a few nights we can just kill ourselves and leave this island for another place.'
'I get your point Suicidal Slade but didn't you stop to think what will happen to our body if we kill ourselves again? I mean, I don't think that the fact we can look inside our own arms is a good thing at all.'
'Oh yeah, that, but isn't it just a coincedence that we saw it? I mean we only found out about it when we hit our arm wrong against a rock.'
'Isn't it more worrying that just hitting our arm on a rock wrong dislodges a portion of our arm and reveals... clay flesh? Are we calling it clay flesh?'
'I mean yeah, since it's only labeled [Slade's Flesh] it only seems fitting doesn't it? And doesn't it actually feel like clay?'
'Yeah, anyways, we're getting off track, why the hell should we build a bridge to another island? Even if we only use Minecraft space powers and build a one block long bridge to the distance how many blocks do you think we'll be using that way?'
'We have lots of materials stored in the chests underground, we only need to bring them with us.'
'Um, yeah dumbass? I know that, but have you ever stopped to think whether or not we would
'Then have YOU ever stopped to think how... depressionist child we would become if we just commit seppuku every single time we want to escape some predicament? I mean, we could totally have killed the Awakened Ice bow if we just decided to spend some more time on the lava floes.'
'...I just don't fucking know.'
Curling up on the sand I absent mindedly pulled up the three system screens which had accompanied since the beginning of his venture in this world.
From the Dead Cells system which had aided in all things related to combat and at least gave him the power to fight back against the innumerable number of things trying to tear him apart.
To the Terrarian System which provided several weapons that he used on an on and off basis.
The Minecraftian system... Well they provided moral support.
'At the least the fact that the weapons could be repaired through them is incredibly useful.'
'That I can agree'
Silently looking at the black-grey screens gently shining in my eyes with two of them showing my avatars looking straight back at me, the only thing that briefly interrupted my thoughts were the gentle brush and cascade of waves which swept up the sand.
'I mean... now that I think about it... what is happening in my... old world? Is it even my world anymore?'
Ever since I had arrived in this world it was all just Mining, Fighting, Cutting, Fighting, Eating, Fighting, Sleeping, Fighting, Fighting, Fighting.
The amount of over stimulation I had received from all of those things left little time for me to ponder over... myself.
Maybe the brief time I had on the seas, but at the time I was either preoccupied with admiring the seas or thinking about the Overlord of the Seas which was following us and pulling off guerilla tactics.
And now that I had been forcefully confined to an island where the only stimulation I had received so far had been the strange chill I received on the first day I was on the island.
Underneath the dark canopy of the night, I hadn't received any stimulation at all which gave rest to my poor racing heart which seemed to have never stopped beating fiercely.
If anything, it wasn't trying to escape my chest anymore from the adrenaline.
Sitting up I rested my arms on my legs with confusion bustling in my heart.
Touching the centre of my chest where my heart beat beat against my chest as if to tell me I was still alive, I absentmindedly stared at the beach.
'Good God they would've liked to see this.'
Thinking about a group of people I would never meet again, a series of glittering shells were swept onto the beach only lit up by the grace of the full moon.
And Contained within those shells were crabs of the Hermit variety.
Coming in mostly the crimson variety, their shiny red bodies slowly poked out of their shells and tested the air around them before poking out the rest of their bodies.
Slowly crawling into the water which had just expelled them, the waves periodically crashed onto them right before they rose back up.
Most of them disappeared into the sea where they were never seen again leaving behind a few of the smaller ones that were definitely smaller than average.
Especially an incredibly small one that had little size to itself and was nothing more than a moving pebble of blue.
Tilting my head, I focused on the uniquely colored Hermit Crab that was blue in color instead of the red I was used to.
And as I stared at them, I smiled despite myself.
Watching it continue to try and get deeper into the water where it no doubt would be able to eat food and continued to get swept away by the ocean currents, I nodded.
'Yeah... If a hermit crab which has twenty times less brain cells then me isn't giving up for an elusive reason which has obstacles in its way, then why should I give up?'
Standing up I stared at the Hermit Crab trying to crawl deeper into the ocean waves right as the waves grabbed hold of it once again.
Pushed onto the bank where it reached my toes the Hermit crab slowly crawled out of its shell and prepared to venture to its previous position again.
'...Thank you little thing.'
Recalling how the malaise was able to impart a twisted form of intelligence into inanimate and animate beings while also providing lots of strength, I looked at the Hermit Crab.
Bending down to touch its forehead which startled it so bad that it retreated into its shell, I ignored its fear and slowly infused malaise into its body with equal parts mana.
It's probably something I should test, but from what I've noticed, when the Malaise suppresses mana it loses some of its potency.
The same goes when the mana overpowers the Malaise.
So now, I was going to do what the God of Games had done to my body and impart a seal made of mana for the malaise.
And that was exactly what I was doing to the Hermit crab right now.
The fact that I could also copy the God of Fun and Games design which was somewhere in my body meant that it would be a fast process.
It probably was an incredibly shoddy copy and could be labeled the walmart version, but its fine since I really wasn't going for perfection here.
Imparting my power into the small creature, I slowly placed it back onto the ground where it glowed with a supernatural orange and blue glow which was something straight out of fantasy.
But I guess I have already become one with the fantasy huh?
Shaking my head, I ignored the desire in me which wanted to kill myself and thought back to the survivalist aspect of myself.
'Although the bridge idea is the safest, it isn't exactly cost effecient.'
'So what is the next best thing?'
Thinking back to survival shows where the contestants took place on an island, what was the first thing that came to mind?
'Besides Wilson, its a boat.'
Cracking the back of my neck I rolled my arms and smiled despite myself feeling as if a weight that had been weighting on my chest had been removed.
Bringing out the wooden blocks they were quickly processed into planks.
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Deep in the sea far beyond the surface where an island containing a sole man lay.
The sea was a dark place.
Since light was a form of energy, most of it was blocked from the deep leaving behind nothing but a deep abyss of darkness that light couldn't penetrate through.
This meant that any forms of light which were sourced from the deep sea were things that were incredibly eye catching in the dark sea.
Even more so when that light could penetrate the layers of darkness.
Shining brightly like a star in the night, beacons of light were built onto a strange temple like structure brightly lighting up their surroundings.
Covered in aquamarine colors of cyan, the beautifully colored stones were carefully arranged together and had even been processed to form bricks.
It was an ancient structure with a history so long that many wouldn't even be able to know what that the building had been made for in the first place.
But strangely enough, despite being a structure which should've been taken over by nature's power due to its incredibly obvious ancient nature, there were no signs of kelp growing on the building and eroding it into nothing more than a pile of beautiful rubble.
Hell, besides a few broken fragments which showed how time still took its toll, in a manner of speaking the ocean monument was in relatively great state.
And the reason soon showed itself.
Swinging its tail and propelling itself through the water, an ancient fish with a heritage longer than the trees which stood on the land swam through the monument.
One large eye staring at the surroundings all the while orange spikes surrounded its body, cyan scales mirrored those of the monument it was swimming through.
Passing by the structure and having the light reflect off its scales, soon enough the beast of ancient times slowly made its way to a darkened room where all of the sea lights light couldn't reach.
And in that darkened room where light could barely reach, a gray scaled beast covered in purple spikes opened its eyes and looked to the surface.
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The human mind is weird, I really just thought of writing a filler chapter so some things could be clarified and it somehow extended beyond what I thought
And to think just yesterday I had writers block.
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