episode_0002

“Huh!?”

I jumped up, my whole body convulsing, as if I was waking up from a nightmare.

“Huh! Huh…! Sa-Is he alive?”

I fumbled around frantically, but the stone harpoon and arrow that pierced my skin were nowhere to be seen.

The pain that was so intense and fierce also disappeared without a trace.

“Phew…”

He let out a sigh of relief, but his shocked, rigid, and confused mind showed no signs of calming down.

“…shit.”

dead.

It was nothing else, but I experienced death myself.

“What did I do…fuck, fuck!”

The pain and emotions I felt just before death were already deeply engraved in my mind.

Pain felt for the first time in my life, a body cooling down, resentment, despair, sadness…those things are still swirling around with a lingering feeling.

No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible.

The experience and stimulation were so intense that they had already become a part of me.

“Huuu…”

The word trauma is quite familiar, but after experiencing it myself, I realized that it is not something to be taken lightly.

I feel a little depressed thinking about having to live with these memories, emotions, and the shock I felt for the rest of my life.

slam! slam!

“!!”

I reflexively crouched at the unfamiliar sound of water.

“Whoa, whoa…”

When I looked into the sea, I saw a Sahagi jumping high and doing something.

“Don’t think. Don’t think…”

In order to suppress the memories and emotions that were naturally rising like air bubbles rising to the surface of the water, I closed my eyes tightly, muttering as if I was making a suggestion.

“Whoa…”

After consoling myself for quite some time and calming down my tremors, I checked the pistol I was holding tightly, took a deep breath, and immediately looked at the constellation community.

Just thinking about it brought to mind a hologram window, but I didn’t even have time to wonder about it right now.

“…I guess there’s really nothing to do.”

The live discussion between 088 and 666 was proceeding smoothly regardless of my regression.

It’s so long that I already have to go through several pages of comments.

Is the flow of time different?

Perhaps transcendents are not bound by the concept of time.

“Let’s see…”

The constellations, who had been talking about various creatures dangerous to humans, were now shifting the topic to miscellaneous things around them.

┗[G-088: And the base problem seems quite difficult. Sleep is the first thing you need, but how on earth does an ordinary human establish a base on a deserted island in a fantasy world? It would be nice to have a safe natural cave…but such places are often occupied by beasts or monsters.]

┗[G-666: Oh, then how do you think it would be best to solve it?]

┗[G-088: Well… it seems like the most likely option is to stay on a tree or dig a tunnel to hide. If you have an affinity for nature, you may be able to receive help from spirits, but it is unlikely that humans on Earth 44 will have powers that are rare even for residents of Earth 69.]

“On top of a tree, in a tunnel…Spirit affinity?”

┗[G-088: Eating is also a problem. You wouldn’t even be able to distinguish between edible plants and animals. Well, if it’s a tropical jungle, there’s a good chance you’ll find this and that.]

┗[G-666: For example?]

┗[G-088: Kanpal, the blessing of the earth that grows everywhere, bug berry that lives on trees, Heanna that stores highly nutritious honeydew in vines… If you can find just these, there will be no problem in survival. It’s quite easy to find.]

“Could this be summoned too? I want Kanpal, Bug Berry, and Heanna. I want them.”

I looked at my hands thinking that, but nothing was summoned.

“Pistols work, but these don’t work?”

It could have been a whim of 666, who might be watching me, but for some reason I had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

After a cursory look at the constellation community, I can’t think of any reason for doing this to me other than to relieve boredom, but if the transcendental intervenes too heavily, I don’t think this situation will end too quickly.

So intervention will be kept to a minimum.

In fact, just by looking at him talking, I feel uneasy because I feel like I don’t even know I’m in this situation… but no, it’s actually a constellation, right? Of course you know. And I believe that they will not forget the common sense act of putting back the toys they played with.

“Whew… Are there any rules or conditions for summoning? For example, you have to be able to recall the shape or texture in detail… Wait, maybe?”

Suddenly, an idea occurred to me and I quickly looked at my remaining hand.

“I need another pistol.”

Slam!

“…Is this really happening?”

I experimented to see if anything, and before I knew it, I looked down at the pistol in my hand and my eyes widened.

If you can summon it as many times as this, the difficulty of survival will go down a bit.

If you find Kanpal, Bug Berry, and Heanna, you will be able to summon them infinitely.

“Phew…good.”

Feeling a glimmer of hope and pounding the information into my head, I cautiously stepped into the forest.

This is because it seemed like if we continued to stay here, we would be surrounded by Sahagin again.

I was aware that it was a groundless paranoia, but my fear was greater than I thought.

I didn’t want to stay where I died any longer.

Rustle! Push!

Unlike the cliffside, the inside of the dense forest was hot and humid.

“…It’s the worst.”

Even though I was wearing a long-sleeved top and jeans, I frowned at the unpleasant feeling of the air sticking to me.

While holding the pistol tightly and walking carefully, I periodically glanced at the hologram window.

To get at least one piece of information into your head.

***

┗[G-088: The ecosystem of the tropical jungle is truly a terrible and terrible environment for humans. Among them, the most annoying one is ‘Barut’.]

┗[G-666: Barut? What is that?]

┗[G-088: It’s a spider the size of a human finger, with impressive red stripes. This creature has a large habitat and a large population, but its poison is unrivaled in its harshness, so much so that even a mana user’s muscles will melt away after being bitten. It even has a vicious temper, so if anyone touches its web, it jumps in and bites it.]

“Holy shit!”

It was the moment when I was trying to remove a large spider web with a broken tree branch.

I was shocked to see a spider with vivid red stripes, and quickly distanced myself from it, letting out a curse that came out of my mouth.

“If I had read it a little later, I would have been in big trouble. Hehe…”

Wiping away the flowing sweat and clutching my shocked heart, I tried to carefully make a detour, but then I realized that the area around me was covered in spider webs.

The owners of the spider webs that tightly embroidered the space just a step or two away all had red stripes.

“……”

You can easily deal with it by shooting from a distance.

Since it has infinite magazines, you don’t have to worry about bullets.

However, the loud gunfire was a problem.

“Ha, okay. There’s no need to scratch it and make it crumble…”

Suppressing my irritation by muttering out loud, I took a sharp detour across a wide area.

“Whoa…”

The abnormally hot and humid climate, the gloomy darkness beneath tall vegetation, dense obstacles, and even the presence of unfamiliar creatures that offend one’s nerves.

It feels like my discomfort level and stress are rising vertically.

“Let’s calm down. There’s nothing to be gained by getting angry…”

I consciously muttered and pricked up my ears.

The goal was to find rivers, lakes, waterfalls, etc.

Shelter and food are important, but more than anything, you won’t be able to survive for a few days without water.

It would be convenient if they could summon it, but these constellation children don’t even mention the word ‘water’.

Because it’s so obvious? Or is it because the constellations are transcendental beings that don’t need water?

I don’t know.

No, how can you not use the word water while talking about survival?

I feel like my clothes are about to burst out of frustration.

However, such frustration and stress were quickly pushed away by the survival instinct.

To advance through this crazy jungle, I had to put all my concentration into it.

“Shhh!”

“Wow!?”

Sometimes I get attacked by a snake with horns that jumps out of nowhere.

“Get away from me, you bastards!”

I truly felt my life threatened by the fist-sized mosquitoes that roamed around to suck my blood.

According to what 088 said, just being bitten by a mosquito can kill you, which makes sense.

If you were bitten by a mosquito of that size, you would definitely die from lack of blood, even if it wasn’t poison or disease.

In addition, there are toads that spit poison in a mimicking state, crocodile-like monsters that hide under the ground and jump up when someone passes by and close their huge snouts, man-eating plants that entangle their prey with their stems, etc.

Although I was lucky, more than half of the cases were figured out in advance using 088’s information.

At this level, it is no exaggeration to say that 088 is a lifesaver.

“Whoa, whoa…!”

I continued swinging the branches like that for several hours.

It was already hard to breathe because of the terrible climate, but my heart was pounding so hard that I quickly began to lose my stamina.

“…shit.”

It didn’t take long to realize that there was no answer as it was.

The problem was that it was so vast that it was impossible to explore it all even if you walked for several days, but the dense forests and hostile ecosystem were not at a level that ordinary humans could endure.

So far, I’ve just been lucky.

088’s information was also appropriately helpful.

But how long will that last?

Something needs to be done.

“……”

But how on earth do you get anything?

I know almost nothing about normal survival, so there’s no way I could come up with an appropriate plan to survive in this crazy jungle full of fantasy.

“…Damn it.”

The feeling of despair, frustration, and helplessness fills me with curses.

It’s really unfair.

What did I do to deserve to be treated like this?

“666. You damn bastard. You fucking voyeur…”

I’m not sure that this happened because of the photo posted by 666, but since I have no other guess at the moment, I just lashed out.

“Whoa…”

After cursing 666 for a while, I started walking again.

First, I plan to head to the highlands and take a look at the overall topography of the uninhabited island.

My throat is already dry and my limbs are starting to lose strength, but if I don’t do anything, I’m just going to die.

“Whoop, whoop…”

How far has it progressed like that?

Suddenly, a fishy smell invaded my nose.

“…uh.”

Suddenly, my body stiffened.

This is because my instincts figured out the identity of the smell before I could judge it with reason.

There are guys.

Very close too.

“Keeek!”

Bang bang bang!

“Huh! Huh! Huh!”

Immediately after I inadvertently pulled the trigger toward the Sahagin sticking out of the bushes on the right, I was surprised at myself.

Because I had no idea I was capable of such reflexes and instinctive aggression.

Trauma is not necessarily a bad thing.

If it weren’t for the psychological trauma that affected my survival instinct, I wouldn’t have been able to respond to his harpooning.

“Squeak!? Squeak!”

“Die! Die!”

Bang bang bang bang! Taaaang!

As I repeatedly pulled the trigger, the guy with holes in his face and body trembled once and then fell limp.

“Hak! Hah…!”

However, I did not let down my guard.

Because I still clearly remember the experience of being surrounded by those guys and being attacked from behind.

Perhaps, perhaps, this is still the case?

“Kkiii…”

“Keeek!”

“Kgyaaa!”

And, my ominous intuition was undoubtedly correct.

“Fuck, feet…!”

Ta-ta-ta-tang!

I fired my gun and ran blindly in one direction.

“Kwiik!”

Hiss! puck!

Although the flying harpoon got stuck in the tree next to me or passed through my body, the feeling of paralysis was surprisingly numb.

“Huh! Huh!”

With my strangely narrow field of vision, I desperately scanned my surroundings to find a way forward.

The brain, which has converted all thinking skills into motor skills, emits extreme violence and eliminates hesitation and hesitation.

The tense body is heated and shows the most agile response.

“Kwiik!”

bang! Taang! Ta-ta-ta-tang!

I can’t tell you how fortunate I am that I made another gun.

I ran and ran, pulling the trigger like crazy with both hands.

“Keee!”

“Kwiik!”

However, it seems they have no intention of letting go of their prey easily.

The guys, who were physically superior to me and were familiar with the terrain, skillfully maintained a siege, launching harpoons and shooting bows.

“Please! Get the hell away! You crazy bastards!”

Ta-ta-ta-ta-tang!

Every time I heard their cries ringing in my ears, I pointed the gun in a fit and pulled the trigger like crazy.

It worked.

After all, a gun was a gun.

Some of them roll around and some of them die.

However, the same was true for their harpoons and bows.

puck!

“Ugh…!”

The feeling of being pierced through the shoulder is clear.

The pain was surprisingly minimal, so only a dull feeling lingered, but on the contrary, my survival instinct began to run wild.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-tang!

“Ugh…!”

Every time I become aware of the feeling of a foreign body in my shoulder, my running body stops.

Although pain certainly exists, it is a phenomenon that occurs because the brain refuses to process anything other than survival and tries to ignore it.

“Kwiik!”

“Keee!”

“AA AA AA!”

I was shooting guns and running like crazy, trying to find a way to survive.

However, as an inexperienced person with no such experience, I could not find a way to do it.

In the end, all I could do was move my legs and pull the trigger.

“Kwiik!”

Pow!

“100 million…!”

At that time, a harpoon was stuck in his side.

I was shocked and felt a dark despair coloring my mind.