I teleported to a circle of light on Floor 3, surrounded by a seemingly endless expanse of towering trees. The teleportation circle was bathed in bright sunlight, starkly contrasting with the deep shadows of the forest ahead. Even though I could see faintly, the darkness of the trees made it difficult to discern much.
I quickly noticed that I was the only player in the immediate area. However, groups of parties were scattered around, setting up plans and gathering fruits from trees near the edge of the circle. The trees here bore a variety of fruits—apples, cherries, lemons and other fruits. Each group wanted to be the first to venture into the forest.
I walked onto the platform, still unable to get G2 out of my mind. How did she get a gun? Was it magic? Did they make it? The Create spell shouldn't be able to make something like that… or should it? Maybe it's possible—maybe they have so much mana that she was able to craft one with the materials of this world.
Looking back at the gun, it looked different from any of the pens I had seen on Earth. Though it was based on one, it was made of a white material, maybe a gem.
I grabbed an apple from a nearby tree, determined to enter the forest. I wandered for a while, seeing no signs of life—no wolves, no goblins—giving my eyes time to adjust to the dimness. By channeling mana into my eyes, I improved my vision significantly.
Just as I was about to head back, I heard the sound of running footsteps approaching. I quickly ducked into a nearby bush. A group of five goblins came into view. Two of them were armed with crude daggers, another pair carried a chest adorned with gold and glowing green and red gems, while the fifth—a goblin archer with a red leather bandana.
the goblins headed down the path, guarding the chest.
I waited for the right moment, scrutinizing the chest. Its ornate design and the glowing gems made me wonder where they had obtained such a valuable item.
Once the final goblin passed by, I seized the opportunity to strike. Using my dagger, I plunged it into the archer goblin's back. Again and again, I stabbed, each thrust punctuated by the goblin's escalating screams. The cries grew fainter and more desperate until, finally, the goblin died. Green blood pooled beneath it.
The remaining goblins watched in terror as they dropped their weapons and the chest, fleeing from the scene.
I considered teleporting over to them but decided against it. I stripped the goblin of his bandana and took about 50 arrows and his bow, placing the bandana in my pouch.
I opened the chest, revealing a mound of silver, maybe worth 1-2 gold. I hid the chest in a bush and decided to keep moving. Since there were so many people around, I thought it would be a good idea to face the boss with a group. We could split any treasures found.
I headed in the direction of the survivors who had been watching me earlier. The forest, though dark and foreboding, had a certain eerie beauty. Without the threat of goblin or wolf attacks, it would be a nice place to explore or have a picnic with friends.
After searching for a few hours without seeing any signs of life, I decided to remove my bandana. Instantly, a wolf charged toward me as if it had been tracking me all along.
The wolf lunged through the air, sinking its teeth into my arm. The sharp, searing pain was intense, like a hot iron burning into my flesh. I managed to stab it with my dagger, pushing it away, and delivered a final strike. The wolf fell to my side.
I washed the wound with a healing potion, watching as the liquid absorbed into my skin. The wound slowly healed. I kept walking for hours, seeing nothing.
A giant green hand grabbed me, pulling me further into the forest.
I was dragged into a clearing. A wooden wall surrounded it, resembling a small village. Goblins hammered away, fortifying the structure.
The Goblin Chief was the one pulling me. He dragged me toward the city, his grip like iron. As we neared the gates.
I threw my kunai, and it landed just outside the gate.
"Teleport_To_Ancor."
The goblins around us watched, their eyes narrowed. The Goblin Chief was a formidable figure, standing atop a makeshift throne fashioned from weaponry looted from past adventurers. He grabbed a battle-worn great ax and a club that emanated a yellow aura.