Hermit

Eight Weeks Later

My foot stomps heavily on the forest floor as i rush at the roaring black bear. It doesn't take long for me to close the distance. It's currently standing on its back legs and take a swipe at me with a paw.

I stretch out my left arm with a clench fist and swung it at the approaching paw. As the back of my knuckles hit the paw pads i bemd my arm in a way so the claws don't touch me.

I feel the paw pad crunch as my knuckle make contact with it. The paw is violently forced away before I'm in front of the bear. It cry out from the pain.

Within arm distance of the bear it moves to crush my head with its jaw. Before that though my right arm is already moving while holding the handle of a thick steel dagger that's already rocketing towards it.

The dagger blade pierces through hide and flesh as it comes up from below the head. Bone shatters as my blade makes contact with the thinner underside of a bear's skull.

The length of the blade allows it to reach far into the brain and the thickness to cause more damage. The handle and the top part of my hand clenched on the dargger's handle hit the bottom of the jaw. The remaining force from the momentum causes it to snap shut even as i wrench the blade around to make sure it died.

It makes one last whine before i pull the dagger out and move aside as it falls. The corpse causes a large thump on the forest floor, kicking up dirt and decayed plant matter before settling down.

I move over and Place my hand on the head of the bear. Restoration quickly regrew bone, stitched hide and connected flesh together. The shards of shattered bone is ejected from below. I stop it before it starts restoring the bears brain.

Moving in front of it i grab the front paws. My right hand hold itself out to the side before a length of rope appear in it. Tying it around the paws i atand and start pulling on it before walking.

As I trace back my path the bear's furs scrape against the ground as i drag it through the woods. Restoration makes quick work on the damage the fur sustains as it's dragged on the ground.

It takes 30 minutes for me to return to my now walled camp. Moving over to a sturdy pole embedded into the ground i hang the bear on the thick hook. I leave it there for butchering later.

I turn to the small shed connected to the wall. Walking inside i shuck off my clothes and equipment into separate baskets. I conjure up water and cleaning agents before i start showering myself.

I step onto the tiled floor and use Creation 4. I bask in the feeling as cold refreshing water appears from nowhere at a single point above me. It then rains down on my bare body.

He think about where he has put charges into for the last week. Restoration 1 to 4, 5 charges to manifest Creation 4 and Combat 1. Those hasn't really optimal choices. He isn't stupid, Singularities are not made equal and they can be exponential in effect the higher you go.

But he's okay with that. He isn't in any urgent need for power and Creation+Restoration made life much more convenient for him. Moreover it satisfies the perfectionist and OCD part of him with the neat and tidy numbers.

Leaning back against the marble wall he thinks his time is good and all but it should be time to explore. Maybe find civilization or not, depending one when and where he got transmigrated to. Actually, thinking about it the possibility of this being earth is still there. It could be an alternate version, magic appeared/reappeared scenario, secret magical society and more.

You'd ask why i think this isn't earth. That's because i found a very hallucinogenic mushroom that my Survival 4 is telling me with the correct magical energy concentration can become something called Fate's Daydream. It can be consumed for a drug addled trip to divine the future through what you see. The accuracy is very questionable though.

Sighing he push off the wall and finish rinsing his body and dried himself with a towel. Putting on his clothes he set about to make the gear for when he venture out of this forest.

Holding up his hand Creation activates. The butt of a swordstaff starts to form. That's when restoration kicks in and helps in forming this new polearm. A little trick he found. Whiel something in the midst of being created doesn't have a complete form yet, conceptually Creation would have already formed what it would be like in its best condition. Restoration is to restore things to its best condition. However Restoration at its current level is also trying to bite off more than it can chew since something's best forms usually are a past form but things created from Creation doesn't have a past form. So Restoration is only working at half effectiveness in this case.

One week later.

I put the charge into Combat and adapt to the changes. After doing that I examine my gear. Armor, backpack, pouches, accessories, boots, sustenance, Swordstaff, Longsword, and Dagger all on me.

I look back at my camp for one last time as I simply wave goodbye to it. Focusing back on where I'm walking I thought to myself. What a lonely road.