System Meets Main Character
Sekai was seething in annoyance.
He actually expected his knowledge to fuck him over instead of practical experience, but he was proven wrong.
While he had the knowledge, putting it into practice was a whole different thing altogether.
His knowledge was… passable, whereas his writing… well.
It had only been a few days since he first started, but Sekai was already starting to lose his previous confidence.
The supplies that he'd stocked up on were not going to last long at this rate.
While he thought that it would be hard, he hadn't expected it to be *this* hard.
Of course, he knew that haste makes waste, but the fucking brand on him that affected parts of his brain and personality meant that he had little to no filter, and he was a lot brasher than he'd be otherwise.
Sekai roughly ruffled his hair.
Time was running out.
Sekai was frustrated. Then, he was frustrated at his frustration.