Luke opened his Blueprint Creation and Analysis skill, the holographic panel flickering to life in front of him. The interface was surprisingly intuitive, with clear options and presets.
**[Create
Modify
Presets:
Primitive Bow
Stone Arrowhead
Wooden Arrowbody
Spike Trap]**
Luke tapped on Primitive Bow, and the panel expanded to show detailed information.
**[Primitive Bow
ATK - 12
PEN - 3
Durability - 20
Materials Needed:
2 Wooden Branch - 0 Available in Inventory
7 Plant Fibers - 0 Available in Inventory
Craft | Edit | Save]**
"Hmmm… I can't expect the penetration to be higher," Luke muttered, studying the stats. "But it's better than nothing."
He closed the panel and set to work gathering the required materials. The forest was dark and quiet, the moonlight filtering through the trees as Luke scavenged for plant fibers, sturdy branches, and stones. It was slow, tedious work, but he was determined. After what felt like hours, he finally had enough materials.
Luke opened his Inventory panel, hesitating for a moment as he figured out how to store the items. He held a bundle of plant fibers up to the holographic screen and watched as his hand passed through it, the fibers disappearing into some kind of subspace.
"So that's how it works," Luke said, grinning. "I didn't think it would be that easy."
[Inventory
17x Plant Fiber | 40x Stones | 5x Wooden Branch | Slot 4 | Slot 5]
With the materials safely stored, Luke reopened the Primitive Bow blueprint and tapped Craft. The panel transitioned, and a holographic branch appeared on the ground in front of him. The system guided him step by step, showing him how to carve the wood, create notches at both ends, and twist the plant fibers into a bowstring.
A holographic knife appeared in his hand, and Luke followed the instructions carefully, carving the branch with precision. The system's guidance was surprisingly thorough, even showing him how to test the tension of the bowstring. As he worked, the holographic details began to fade, replaced by the real, physical bow in his hands.
Luke held it up, testing the draw. It wasn't perfect, but it was functional. He grinned, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across his face.
"Hahaha, finally!" he said, his voice echoing in the quiet forest. "I made a freaking bow!"
He glanced at the system notification that popped up.
[Primitive Bow Crafted!
+5 Tech Points Earned.]
"Nice," Luke muttered, nodding in approval. "Now, let's see if I can make some arrows."
He opened the Blueprint Creation and Analysis skill again, selecting Stone Arrowhead and Wooden Arrow Shaft. The system guided him through the process, showing him how to shape the stones into sharp arrowheads and attach them to the wooden shafts. It was time-consuming, but Luke was determined to make at least a few arrows before the sun rose.
As he finished crafting the first arrow, a notification appeared.
[Stone-Tipped Arrow Crafted!
+2 Tech Points Earned.]
"Sweet," Luke said, grinning. "Two points per arrow? Not bad."
He quickly crafted four more arrows, each one earning him another +2 Tech Points. By the time he finished, he had five arrows in his inventory and a total of +10 Tech Points from the arrows alone.
[Inventory
1x Primitive Bow | 5x Stone-Tipped Arrows | 10x Plant Fiber | 35x Stones | Slot 5
Luke leaned against a tree, exhausted but satisfied. He'd done it—he'd crafted his first weapon in this strange new world. It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Luke stared at the five stone-tipped arrows in his inventory, then glanced at the primitive bow in his hands. A thought struck him. "Where am I gonna store all these arrows? I can't just carry them around like a bundle of sticks."
He frowned, tapping his sharp chin with a clawed finger. "Hmm… is it possible to make a quiver out of just wood? I mean, it's not like I have leather or anything fancy."
Luke opened his Blueprint Creation and Analysis skill again, this time tapping on Create. The panel shifted, showing a blank workspace with a list of possible materials on the left side of the screen. It was like a creative mode blueprint editor, allowing him to design something entirely new using materials he'd encountered, even if they weren't in his inventory.
"Okay," Luke muttered, dragging a wooden branch into the center of the workspace. "If this is anything like Blender, then it should be easy enough."
He paused, realizing he had no wooden branches left in his inventory. "Crap. I used them all for the bow and arrows. Guess I'll have to gather more."
Luke glanced at his inventory, noting what he had left.
[Inventory
1x Primitive Bow | 5x Stone-Tipped Arrows | 10x Plant Fiber | 35x Stones]
"Alright, let's get to work," he said, cracking his knuckles. "I need more branches and plant fibers if I'm gonna make this quiver."
The forest was dark and quiet, the moonlight filtering through the trees as Luke scavenged for materials. His sharp goblin eyes helped him spot suitable branches and plant fibers, but the process was slow and tedious. After a few minutes, he finally had enough materials.
[Inventory
1x Primitive Bow | 5x Stone-Tipped Arrows | 17x Plant Fiber | 35x Stones | 7x Wooden Branch]
With the materials safely stored, Luke returned to his makeshift workshop near the village outskirts. He reopened the Blueprint Creation and Analysis skill and began designing the quiver. He dragged four wooden branches into the workspace, arranging them in a rough circle. Then, he pinched one of the branches on either side, and to his surprise, the wood stretched like clay before snapping back into place when he released it.
"I was right!" Luke said, grinning. "This is like a 3D modeling program. Awesome."
He began reshaping each wooden branch, bending them into smooth curves and arranging them to form a cylindrical shape. Once the basic structure was in place, he added small holes along the edges, then dragged plant fibers into the design, weaving them through the holes to secure the pieces together.
At the top of the cylinder, he added a small loop for attaching the quiver to a belt or strap. Finally, he stepped back to admire his creation.
"Not bad for a first try," he said, nodding. He tapped the Name button and typed in Wooden Quiver. The holographic panel flashed, and a notification appeared.
**[Wooden Quiver Blueprint Created!
Arrow Slot Capacity: 20
Materials Needed:
4 Wooden Branches
5 Plant Fibers
Functional Custom Blueprint Created!
+10 Tech Points Earned.]**
Luke's eyes widened. "Nice! The system is pretty generous. It really inspires me to create my own crafts."
He opened the Wooden Quiver blueprint and tapped Craft. The system guided him through the process, showing him how to shape the branches, weave the plant fibers, and assemble the quiver. When he was done, he held up the finished product—a sturdy, functional quiver capable of holding 20 arrows.
[Wooden Quiver Crafted!
+5 Tech Points Earned.]
"Perfect," Luke said, slinging the quiver over his shoulder. He placed the five arrows he'd already crafted inside, then set to work making 10 more. Each arrow earned him +2 Tech Points, and by the time he finished, he had a full quiver and a satisfying notification.
[15x Stone-Tipped Arrows Crafted!
+30 Tech Points Earned.]
Luke leaned back, stretching his arms. "Not bad for a night's work," he said, grinning. "Now I've got a bow, a quiver full of arrows, and… let's see…"
He checked his Tech Points.
[Tech Points: 65]
"Sixty-five points," Luke muttered. "Not enough to upgrade anything major, but it's a start."
Luke walked back toward the village, the night still quiet and peaceful. Most of the goblins were asleep, their snores echoing softly through the cluster of huts. A few goblins remained awake, patrolling the perimeter with crude weapons in hand. Luke nodded to them as he passed, his new bow slung over his shoulder and the quiver of arrows bouncing lightly against his back.
As he wandered through the village, he spotted Grut, Rok, and Zog crammed into a hut with a few other goblins, their limbs tangled together in a chaotic pile of green skin and leather loincloths. Luke chuckled softly. "Guess they don't believe in personal space."
One of the awake goblins, sitting outside a nearby hut, stared at him with curious yellow eyes. Luke hesitated for a moment, then approached the goblin. The goblin had wrinkles on his face and a hunched posture, hinting at years of experience. Luke introduced himself.
"I'm Lok," he said, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the others. "What's your name?"
The elder goblin studied him for a moment before responding in a raspy voice. "Me Krug. Krug old. Krug see many things."
"Nice to meet you, Krug," Luke said, nodding respectfully. He gestured to his bow and quiver. "I made these. Thought they might help with hunting or… you know, protecting the village."
Krug's eyes lit up with interest. He stood slowly, his movements stiff but deliberate, and approached Luke. The elder goblin inspected the bow, running his clawed fingers along the smooth wood. He then examined the quiver and arrows, his expression shifting from curiosity to admiration.
"Lok smart," Krug said, his voice tinged with approval. "This… good. Very good."
Luke grinned, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across his face. "Thanks. I figured we could use better tools."
Krug held out his hand, gesturing to the bow. "Krug try?"
Luke hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. Just be careful."
Krug took the bow and one of the arrows, his movements clumsy as he tried to nock the arrow. He fumbled with the string, clearly unfamiliar with how the weapon worked. After a few failed attempts, he grunted in frustration and handed the bow back to Luke.
"Lok show," Krug said, his tone more of a command than a request.
Luke chuckled. "Alright, watch and learn."
He took the bow and nocked an arrow with practiced ease, despite having only just crafted the weapon. He aimed at a nearby tree, his sharp goblin eyes focusing on a knot in the bark about twenty paces away. He drew the string back, feeling the tension in the wood and the fibers, then released.
The arrow flew through the air with a soft thwip, embedding itself into the tree with a satisfying thunk. Krug's eyes widened, and he let out a low, impressed grunt.
"Lok strong," Krug said, nodding. "Lok smart. Village need Lok."
Luke felt a swell of pride, though he tried to play it cool. "Thanks, Krug. I'm just trying to help."
Krug clapped him on the shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong for an elder goblin. "Lok good. Lok stay. Krug teach Lok… goblin ways."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Goblin ways? Like what?"
Krug grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Hunt. Fight. Survive. Krug show Lok."
Luke nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, Krug. I'm in."