Waking up from his slumbee in the now dried dirt. Frederx opened his eyes and pushed himself up.
He groans in laziness, stretching his body like it was a everyday routine and before he knew it he was already doing workout.
Half-dazed, half-awake, he casually proceeds to do a hour long workout with armor still on his body. His workout finally ended after practicing spear techniques for about 20 more minutes.
It was only after he was done with everything that his mind finally came out of its blanked out state. Leaving him just standing beside the campfire like a Scarecrow.
Frederx: *yawns* What was I doing? How am I sleeping when standing?
He looks around finding most of the snow now gone. However a roar from his stomach made him feel the hunger stacking up in his body.
Frederx: I really could take a snack right now.
Nevertheless there were no free lunches here. So Frederx had to either find one himself and hunt one down.
Frederx: 'I hope I don't come across any wyverns. Those annoying lizards would a pain in the ass to deal with just a spear.'
Moving forward, the landscape began to change in frederx's eyes, luckily the blizzard was a little less intense than yesterday so it was easier look forward for now.
He walked his way through the piled up snow. Moving amidst the scarce trees while trying to find something that could be turned into a meal. Yet as time passedby, he found nothing.
Frederx: *annoyed* ' Just where are those darn wolves!? Just when I need one, they vanished.'
Lamenting the absurd Scenario, Frederx rose to the tree tops instead. He leapt up over 8 feet with a weak jump before digging his claw like armored fingers into bark of the tree to pull himself.
Frederx: Hi-yup!.. WOAH!!!
Maybe it was because he was underestimating his body, or maybe he still hasn't adapted to the strength in him. Frederx overshot the strength and blew up the tree's bark itself and flung meters above the trees.
The body's instincts kicked in mid-air, making frederx to make a mid-air roll before he had plunged his spear into the tree breaking his fall. He was now left hanging from the tree side with the spear as his holding shaft, like a monkey with a tree branch.
Frederx: This body's amazing! I didn't I could do this! *begans looking around* Now to find some animal or even a edible plant.
The tall tree gave him quite a vision, the area of several miles now just sitting plainly in vision. He saw a black spot in the distance, a odd black dot in the middle of the Snowscape.
Frederx saw it and felt the urge to approach. He pulled out his spear and pushes himself forward, a giant leap from a tree to a sprint he felt like a breeze of wind, going for a jog in the evening.
The world seemed slow, the wind was stale. In the frozen world he moved a unchained demon about to win his place. He payed no mind to his surroundings, his goal was the dot that even the blizzard could not hide.
Step by step he went closer towards it, the soil now standing devoid of snow like the one near his campfire. A clearing coming into view as the ground turned pitch black.
Frederx: Holy hell. Just what did I stumble upon?
A giant black rock made of something tough and dark, the purple markings on it gave it a pressure of sorcery or mystical arts. It was a golem, two stories high that was curled up into a dome and looked like a boulder now.
Beneath it, marks of red still stand. A furry tail of a wolf was only thing left uncrushed under it's weight. Several other wolf corpses also lay to the side, some twisted and snapped some broken and torn apart.
The gruesome sight made Frederx's empty stomach churn. However soon the ding of his trait activating once more echoed in his mind.
Instantly his expression grew cold beneath the cover of the helmet, to him the corpses now nothing more than sight he could just look at all day.
He slowly walked towards one of the corpses, surveying it himself as thoughts popped up in his head one after another.
Frederx: 'They attacked the golem. But the ground is charred without fire.'
In his mind he could visualise it – a group of wolves fighting against a golem that held nothing for them to gain in a fight. Unless what they were after was that golem but instead.
A scene began to form before Frederx, his imagination in full work as the scene unwinded like a live time replay of the event right in his eyes.
Something fell from the sky. Something burning but still edible like a half burning corpse of a wyvern's prey. It landed in the snow, eventually melting the snow with flames before both the golem and wolves arrived.
Frederx: The wolves wanted to eat the prey and the golem wanted the core that each soldier tier or higher monster held in their chest. Looks like they refused to trust and communicate.
Standing back up to his feet, Frederx realised he could start remembering who this body belonged to and why he was in it now. He felt a truth coming up to him from within. Until it suddenly vanished, regressing back inside.
Frederx: Seriously?
But despite the wierd sensations and whatnot, at least Frederx knew it wasn't just a coincidence that he came here and but rather someone caused for it reason.
He silently swept away two of the carcasses and left the golem for another time since he had neither a grasp of his own strength or nearly enough will power to engage in a losing fight.
Leaving the scene of action behind, he returned to the campfire in a rather uneventful journey that took over half an hour of time. It was nearly noon now since he slept up until the sun was shining directly on his face so it came as no surprise that it was noon by the time he arrived.
Frederx: how boring. Tch, nobody to talk to, nothing I could fight and a hungry stomach on top of it all.
He threw the carcasses to the ground, the campfire still burning without fuel as if it didn't need something to burn and was rather taking power from Frederx's soul itself to keep igniting itself to life.
He leaned forward sitting in front of the flames. He saw a mirror of himself or rather the flames felt like a part of him which was there but he couldn't move it knowingly, just like a person's heart.
It wasn't mana, this wasn't something like magic. This was one of few things he envisioned in the void, a energy that was indefinitely created from everything with a soul like a infinite energy produced in limited amounts depending on the soul.
Verve.
Frederx: I guess it really is verve type skill. No wonder I didn't fell a thing while it kept burning even in the night.
As he sat there wondering, his stomach began grumbling once more. He immediately threw the current thoughts away to the back of the his mind and focused on cooking a meal instead.
He made a makeshift cooking stand with two split ended sticks and his own spear as he began roasting the wolf meat over the flames.
There were some failures, some 'extreme' failures and finally the last piece that he managed to make just good enough to be edible.
It tasted bland as well, only the flavour of fat that immediately clenched his hunger in a few bites before he tossed far away in the distance.
Frederx: This garbage Sucks!!
He screamed. The bad meal and the all the thinking was causing problems right after another.
Frederx: I should just go sleep in the-, where would I sleep?
There was no tent, this left only one option for frederx. He would have to make one for himself, from the scratch as well.
Frederx: I was wrong about fantasy life. This is just camping... With A Constant death risk on each darned step. *sighs* I wonder when I will meet some people.
Lifeless and silent, Frederx let himself fall into his imagination once more as he mixed up and planted stick after stick into the dirt until it looked like a wooden cart turned upside down.
He looked at it for a second, going a 'Did I really build this?' Expression before he gives up without any consideration and slumps down in it without hesitation.
Frederx: I wonder what my name is, (refering to the person whose body he took) What do I even look like?
It was still evening but the drain on mental state was nothing to scoff at for a newbie like Frederx. He had the body and muscle memory of the previous owner but his survival intelligence was still nil as the amount of date's he had in his previous life
Frederx: ... How do I remember I never went on a date?