8 Night

My second attempt at erecting a shelter proves better than the first. At least, the second time around, I remember to add a fucking door.

Just a door. No windows, not until I figure out how to convert sands into glass.

I am relatively sure that the ability to convert sands into glass is within the realm of possibilities with my bullshit gaming power. Pretty sure it is 100% bullshit. Not complaining. Just saying.

Anyway, being able to enter and exit the wooden shack allows me to understand its construction. Even though I have never claimed to be an Engineer even if my [Class] is telling me otherwise, I can still marvel at the ingenious of my creation.

Each wooden plank is crafted in such a way that they can slide into each other perfectly, allowing them to interlock against one another, thus requiring no nails whatsoever.

The only problem with this kind of construction, is that every piece of wood has to be placed in proper order.

That is not a problem with my bullshit gaming power, but it will be if someone were to erect the shack by hands. Yes. I am going to keep calling my gaming power bullshit because it is bullshit.

I decide to design a bed afterwards for obvious reason. No sleeping on the floor for me, especially with this kind of bullshit power at my disposal.

Once I have a simple bed placed at the far corner of the shack, I decide to go and check up on the Fishy Boxes of Doom. Just to see if those fish traps have managed to catch anything, and whether I can have dinner or not.

My stomach is growling again, reminding that I have not eaten anything since last night. Maybe I also will not eat anything this night either but let see.

Luckily, one of the traps manages to catch a fish, allowing me to practice my spearfishing, and speaking of spearfishing, it is actually listed as one of my job within the status window.

It is sitting at level 1 like almost every other job available.

I have like hundreds if not thousands of jobs listed on my status window, but the highlighted ones are the important ones. Those jobs have something to do with my class. Civil Engineer for example.

Being a pilot is not, as that job is not related to engineering in any way.

Oh well, and I did wonder what class the pilot job belongs to. I also gave a thought to whether I wanted to change my class in the future when the chance arises. I will think more about it in the future.

The bonfire I set up with the first shack is still going strong when I return to my shack with some fishes.

Great. I will use it as an oversize campfire for now. The fishes are promptly speared from their longest length and left near the flames by sticking the other end of the spear into the sands.

While my dinner is being roasted, I have a look at all the materials that I have collected during the day, and there are quite a lot. Woods, stones and metals are basically the primary building materials. They will always be needed if I am to build anything important.

I also have plastics, fabrics, leaves, dirt, sands, and so on. When did I collect dirt? Weird.

Assuming that I will be stuck on the island for a while, I should start building some useful things. Things that will make my survival here a bit easier. Chairs and tables for example.

It should be easy since they aren't complicated constructions like a ship.

I have no fucking clue how to build a ship since I am not a shipwright. Knowing what it looks like is not enough to design one.

That said, I can, however, design a raft, but considering what I have seen of the weathers in the distant, a raft is a good way to a watery grave.

Therefore, it is either building a proper ship or just stay put until rescue shows up. I can craft a beacon of sort to signal any nearby ships if the rescue party took way too long.

Okay, I will work on a light tower first thing tomorrow. For now, I am going to enjoy my roasted fishes on sticks. I do wish there were other survivors with me, just to keep the blues away.

The sky is clear and full of stars tonight. Quite an amazing sight, similar to ones that I have enjoyed on my job of transporting people half way around the world.

Just thinking about never being to pilot an aircraft again makes me frown, but I suppose I will have to deal with it like I have dealt with every obstacle in my life. Honestly, if I am not allowed to pilot another commercial aircraft again, I will just pilot a private one.

Maybe pilot my very own private jet. One can dream, and with this bullshit power within my hands, it is not just an unreachable dream. There is so many ways to make money with this kind of power.

I chuckle at the thought and continue to stargaze. One day. Maybe one day, I will be able to reach one of those stars. That is kind of impossible, right? Considering that there is no spaceship capable of even reaching the closest star within a person's lifetime, but after today, I am not so sure.

If I can do the things I just did today, anything is –

Rattling noises from the forest catch my attention. My eyes snap towards the darkness and focus. It is hard to make out anything in the dark, but I can see something there, moving, stirring, and seemingly getting closer.

I immediately jump up from the ground, readying to fight or flight. More likely flight since I don't have any weapons on me. Shit. I should have crafted some weapons given the fact there were monsters on the crashed aircraft.

There might be monsters on the island. No. There are definitely monsters on the island! What the fuck is going on!?

I swallow hard and grab the wooden spear nearby. It is not really a weapon, but it is better than having nothing in hands. Oh. I also have a couple of flare guns.

Without hesitation, I fire a shot into the darkness, allowing me to see what is lurking there. The instant that I see the creature, I turn and run.

They immediately give chase, jumping great distances with their eight long legs. Eight long hairy legs!

"Holy mother fucking Christ! Those are god fucking huge spiders!"

I scream out of fear as I feel they are getting closer and closer to me. Those monsters will catch up to me soon, and that will be it.

Game over. Game over, man! Fuck no. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to die! No. No! Oh God, no! Someone! Someone helps me! Someone!

A powerful force slams against my back, knocking the wind out of me and sending me flying forwards and hitting the sands face first.

The pain keeps me awake, thankfully, allowing me to turn around and see one of the spiders jumps towards me with its fangs dripping venom.

I scream and close my eyes, only to snap them right open when the spider screeches in pain. A wooden spear pierces its abdomen, nearly punching through to the other side, and my hands are gripping the spear tightly. The end of the spear stabs into the earth and becomes stuck there.

Holy fuck! Holy fuck!

I roll to the side as the spider squirms and getting itself deeper into the spear. Its multitude of legs are trying to grab me and failing, but it does not matter.

Another huge spider lands close to me, causing the ground to rumble. It screeches with its fangs open, bearing towards me, who is utterly defenseless.

Not completely defenseless. I raise my hand to block the creature on reflex, summoning whatever from my warehouse to block the attack without a second thought.

The spider crashes against a solid block of metal, causing it to let out a piercing cry.

Despite the block of metal weighting nothing, it still hurts the creature like hell. Hurts like hell!? I throw the damn block at the creature with all my strength.

When a solid metal block, weighting at least one ton or more, meets a relatively squishy giant spider, physic can be a bitch.