SUFFERING AND SECOND AND THIRD ACTIVE MOD

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Fer spent a long time going back and forth, gathering wood, throwing the straw, and when his weight limit was reached, he would craft wooden spikes to free up enough weight.

But as time went on, problems began to arise. The first problem was that he had less and less available weight for himself, making it harder to collect materials, as the weight increased and Fer's movement speed slowed down considerably.

Fer had calculated that he could make a maximum of 9 wooden spikes if he wanted to move with his current weight. He had already made 7 wooden spikes, and it felt a bit overwhelming. He stopped gathering wood for the moment since he first needed to find a place to set up the wooden spikes.

Fer had already thought about the location a while ago, and the place was quite simple: the shore of the beach where there was enough water for him without worrying about consumption. The only thing he needed to worry about was food, but for him, with a 5x multiplier, he could basically have enough berries to satisfy his hunger for an entire day.

He didn't want to go too far from his current location, as he didn't dare attract stronger dinosaurs. He simply picked a random spot to build the wooden spikes.

When Fer thought about wanting to build the wooden spikes, a green hologram in the shape of the wooden spikes from the game ARK appeared before his eyes.

Fer was already familiar with the building process in ARK, so it didn't take long to build a half-circle, lacking more wooden spikes. He needed three more wooden spikes to complete the full circle, but Fer wasn't in a rush to finish it.

First, he focused on gathering enough berries to satisfy his hunger for a while when he couldn't move.

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+423 blueberry

+508 tintoberry

+373 stimberry

+520 amarberry

+368 narcoberry

Fer nearly filled his inventory weight again. Of all the berries, he only removed 90% of the stimberries, keeping some just in case, and the narcoberries he had in his inventory were saved for later when he could make narcotics with spoiled meat.

His current weight allowed him to craft two more wooden spikes; if he exceeded it, he would reach the full weight limit.

Without realizing it, another 2 hours had passed while he gathered and organized everything to activate the mods. It was 2 p.m., and the sun was blazing from all directions on the dinosaur-filled island.

Fer had already closed the circle of wooden spikes. The fence was placed along the shore where the seawater reached Fer's ankles. He did this on purpose so he could drink whenever he wanted, and now that he was inside, he was naturally under tremendous pressure, with his weight maxed out at 100/100.

He had used a tactic that everyone who had played Ark had used: when his inventory was full of weight, he threw the heaviest item at a distance and kept doing this until he reached the wooden fence.

Now, he just had to wait 24 straight hours to complete the mod for unlimited weight and grid slots.

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As time passed, Fer felt a despair he had never experienced in his lifetime. The sensation of having a mountain on top of him was, to say the least, a frustrating kind of despair, as he could barely move his head and eyes. Additionally, he had to endure the scorching sun overhead, constantly burning him. The only thing that consoled him was the cold water on his back, as he had laid down earlier.

But things didn't improve. On the contrary, they got worse as the hours went by. Not only did he grow bored of lying down for so long, but he also had to bear the feeling of being constantly crushed, even though his physical body showed no signs of damage.

When night fell, and darkness took over everything, Fer's vision became almost entirely black—he could barely see his hands and the outlines of the wooden spikes. His suffering had only just begun.

The water on his back, which had previously helped him against the scorching sun and extreme heat, now became his worst nightmare as the water, once warm, turned into nearly freezing water at almost 0 degrees Celsius.

Despite this temperature, his health didn't drop, but the pain and the stinging cold felt like hell. Fer wanted to give up. He wanted this to end. He didn't want to feel this pain and constant pressure that made him suffer like never before.

But he told himself countless times that he couldn't give up, that he had to survive this situation that had never happened to him before. Compared to the wound he suffered earlier from the dilophosaurus, he would rather suffer that wound many times over than go through this. But if he wanted to activate the mods that would help him on his survival journey, he had to endure this for a while longer.

…

His skin, which wasn't submerged in the freezing water, was covered in cold sweat, making his hair stand on end. His veins were swollen, showing across his half-naked body, with only boxers on.

The following hours felt eternal for Fer, who suffered all the effects of temperature and being overburdened. When midday came, with just one or two hours left until the 24-hour mark, Fer heard a roar and some banging on the wooden barrier.

The noise almost sent Fer into a panic, but remembering he had the wooden spikes, he calmed his emotions again. Listening more closely, he realized it was just a simple dilophosaurus.

"HA! You want to break the wooden spikes? Keep dreaming. Looks like I'll have to take care of you later," Fer laughed with cold sweat on his forehead, clenching his teeth, mocking the dilophosaurus that was hitting the wooden spikes, essentially trying to kill itself.

This wooden spike had 3500 health, and the spikes had a counterattack ability, so each time the dilophosaurus attacked the spike, it was basically hurting itself. With the health of the spike, it could easily kill this dilophosaurus.

"Just two more hours," Fer said, looking in his inventory at the mods section, where the weight and grid limit mod had a red countdown showing 2 hours left in red.

Fer closed his eyes and clenched his fists with all his strength. At this point, he had undergone a subtle but small change in mentality. He wondered if the requirements for this mod were to strengthen his willpower, but since he had no evidence, he simply dismissed the thought.

…

Fer watched with excitement as the red countdown for the mod ticked down.

0:05:30

0:03:15

0:01:02

0:00:00

When the blood-red countdown reached 0, two options appeared: ACTIVATE in green and DEACTIVATE in red.

Without a second of hesitation, Fer pressed the ACTIVATE button at the speed of light with his thoughts. As soon as he activated it, Fer immediately noticed that the pressure, like a mountain that had been torturing him, had disappeared as if it had all been a simple dream.

But Fer knew better than anyone that it wasn't a dream—it was reality.

When he looked at his inventory weight statistic, he saw that the weight number had disappeared, turning into 0/100. From now on, he wouldn't suffer from the weight limit or the suffocating pressure whenever his weight was maxed out. Now, he could carry anything in his inventory, regardless of weight or grid slots.

Also, in the mods section of the inventory, the infinite stats x10 mod lit up, and familiar ACTIVATE/DEACTIVATE buttons appeared again.

Now that the crushing pressure had lifted, Fer could think more comfortably, but even so, he didn't hesitate to press the ACTIVATE button.

After pressing it, a change occurred in the mods panel. Fer saw that in the mods panel, a slot appeared on the right side of the interface. It was shaped like a circus ticket and was lime green, with a white checkmark in the center of the ticket.

As a result of the lime green ticket appearing, the unlimited weight and grid mods, as well as the infinite stats mod, disappeared, leaving empty spaces where their two rectangles used to be. The only mod still active was the collector mod, and that hadn't moved.

Faced with this strange event, Fer didn't panic immediately. First, he would check the changes in the panel. After being tortured for 24 hours, his mentality had leveled up a bit, so he was moderately calm.

Fer clicked on the ticket with his mind, and immediately, a pop-up window appeared over the mods screen. In the pop-up window were the two mods that had disappeared earlier. Next to the title of the weight and grid mod was a green text that said (COMPLETE).

The other infinite stats mod was still as before, the only difference being that it was now in this pop-up window instead of the mods interface.

Fer sighed silently in relief, seeing that everything was normal and there were no problems. Although he had been tempered by 24 hours of suffering and pain, after all, the mods were the power that could take him to the top of this island and make him stronger.

When he exited the overlay screen, where the two mods had previously been, there were now two countdown timers ticking down.

23:58:27

23:58:25

The countdown was for 23 hours and 58 minutes, meaning in one day, he could have two new mods. This made Fer excited as he clenched his fists with anticipation.