Chapter 5: I’m Groot (1)

Chapter 5: I’m Groot (1)

In olden times, there was a saying: Even a village dog can recite poetry after three years at a Confucian school.

It aligns with the saying that investing 10,000 hours in a task makes one an expert.

Even if it happens unintentionally, it doesnt matter. In an era when people are busy making a living, many have unintentionally become experts.

Its not much different from wild animals living away from civilization. By focusing solely on survival, they end up becoming skilled in their own ways.

I wonder if its right for someone like me, who used to starve like that wolf. Just now, there was an ambush, I managed to kill a big snake with a single strike.

But whats the point?

Bang!

Taking refuge and returning to the cave, I dropped the bear on the ground. Its massive size alone made the ground tremble when it fell.

Following that, I entered the cave to quickly check something. As soon as I went inside, I felt a refreshing and cool sensation. The cave was originally empty, but over time, it has been somewhat decorated.

The skulls of the animals I hunted so far were fixed to the walls, and the floor was covered with thick hides. Countless marks were drawn on one side of the wall, indicating how much time had passed here.

At some point, I gave up on escaping and stopped marking. Rough calculations suggest it has been over three years.

Sigh.

My heart became melancholic, but there is no time for that. I need to confirm if someone has invaded. In the past, I fell asleep, ignorant and tired, only to be attacked by venomous insects.

I truly thought I was a goner back then. Fortunately, even when I closed my eyes and focused, I didnt sense any presence.

Not just monsters and beasts, even insects refrained from approaching. Whoever would manage to breach this must be someone intelligent. Those damn parasite-like popori.

Theyve been quiet lately, huh?

After adapting perfectly to the wilderness, whenever I got bored, I intruded into that bastards territory. I will never forget when he took a dump on my face.

As a result, we became each others greatest rivals and enemies. But as much as I grew, that guy also grew.

After confirming that there were no traces of Pororis intrusion, I went out of the cave again.

No, to be exact, I tried to go out. Until I saw the painting deep inside the cave.

Although its a dark cave, I could see it clearly with my excellent eyesight. The walls deep inside were covered with paintings.

They were nothing more than childlike drawings since I only had bones and stones as tools. However, I knew what they meant.

Drawings depicting the future of this world in case I managed to escape. I drew them to never forget.

The protagonist attending the academy and facing various hardships, fighting fiercely against demons that were once formidable enemies in the past.

I didnt draw an ending. Endings change at every turning point, so I didnt feel the need to draw one.

Still, if I had to choose, a happy ending would be better, wouldnt it? Just look at my current state.

Seeing the ending was a damn joke, I will have to live here for the rest of my life.

Phew.

I sighed in frustration. I really wanted to escape from this place if I could.

However, it didnt go as I wished. In this forest, if you lose your way once, it becomes a lifetime of being lost in a maze. The memories you have would become entangled, making even a compass useless. Unless you have a special tool, you will always get lost.

But why hasnt anyone come during all this time?

The academy strongly warned not to enter, but its human nature to want to do something even more when youre told not to. In reality, there have been frequent cases of students entering and barely escaping or disappearing completely.

Of course, no one has ever come into the area where I reside.

Lets just figure it out on my own.

I absentmindedly stroked my beard that grew down to my chest and stepped outside. It was a Viking-like beard, but no one would see it, so it didnt matter. The luxuriantly grown hair, like a beard, was just an added bonus.

Then, to dismantle it, I pushed the bear with all my strength. When its belly was exposed, I could feel how massive it was.

Its been a while since I had bear meat.

I muttered quietly and extended the index finger of my left hand onto the bears belly.

Slash!

Then, a red energy, like blood, surged from the tip of my finger.

A crimson energy that instilled a sense of foreboding just by looking at it. Its the magical power that I have been able to use for some time now.

In the world of fantasy, there always exists a latent power called magic that determines the scale of ones strength depending on how well it is utilized.

Normally, one can only acquire mastery of magic power through rigorous training. However, I somehow managed to learn it by chance.

Perhaps it was triggered by my instinct to survive after overcoming numerous life-threatening situations. Even I didnt know how.

Who was the person that used red magic? I cant even remember.

Now, I cant recall the details. Theres nothing useful about it either. I extended the finger from which red magic power emanated and pressed it against the chest of the bear. Then I deeply pierced into the thick hide.

Swooosh

The leather was so easily cut in that state. This is why I didnt need tools. It would have been more convenient to use magic power than rough bones or stones.

Strength: 143 Agility: 140 Stamina: 147 Magic Power: 145 Luck: 102 Faith: 0 Wild Instinct(???) Frenzy (Ex) Perseverance (SS+) King of Steel (SS) Poison Resistance (SS) Digestion (S+) Dexterity (A) Throwing (Ex) Ambush (Ex) Crimson Magic (Ex) Regeneration (SSS)

[King of Steel] was similar to [Adamantine Body] but different. While [Adamantine Body] makes the body more durable, [King of Steel] also grants a faster recovery speed.

[Poison Resistance] is self-explanatory, as it enhances resistance to toxins, and [Digestion] allows me to convert the food I eat into energy.

Lastly, theres [Dexterity]. Since Ive been living in the forest, most of the work I do is done with my hands. Its a trait I naturally acquired.

Skills cant be helped.

The most important thing is skills, but I only have two. In this forest, where theres nothing but stone axes and spears, there arent proper weapons available.

Even that doesnt mean anything because I made it by hand. All of them are specialized for hunting only.

There are many sensitive beasts who could sense danger, so I gained the [Ambush] by suppressing my presence. I acquired the [Throwing] to kill those who I failed to ambush and tried to escape.

Surviving with just these two was not a problem. There are also many cases where I fought bare-handed, just like I had cut leather with magic earlier.

The [Red magic] was at its maximum as soon as I obtained it.

It has been like that since the first time I awakened my magic. By the way, the magic of ordinary people is blue, while that of witches and demons varies depending on their rank.

I have never heard of magic being red. Again, except for the significant parts, I hardly remember anything. Fortunately, I havent forgotten the important things thanks to the story I depicted in pictures. If I dont leave this place, everything will be useless, though.

Im glad theres [Regeneration].

[Regeneration] is exactly what it sounds like: the ability to heal injured parts at a fast speed. Even if I succeed in hunting, its meaningless if I suffer serious injuries.

There was a time when I fought Porori and ended up with my arms and legs completely shattered. If I hadnt gained regeneration back then, I would have died or become disabled.

Perhaps some people here might have questions. They might wonder if [Regeneration] should be considered an ability rather than a trait, and what the difference between abilities and traits is.

If I were to give a simple analogy, it would be between passive and active. Traits are used automatically, but abilities need to be controlled by me willingly.

It would be really great if I could control the effects of [Frenzy].

Thats why I treat [Frenzy] as a double-edged sword. Its good, but its also too dangerous.

I dont know how much more I can gain in the future, but I think Ive reached my limit here. In order to grow further, I have only two options: hunting down Porori or leaving this place. Im making an effort, but neither of them is easy.

Was it the same in the game?

As the mascot of the Soul World, there must have been something more. Otherwise, it wouldnt make sense. While fighting that guy, I also grew. However, recently, its been quiet.

Except for the hibernation period, that guy used to come to my cave and leave his droppings. But hes been silent, so I wondered what was going on.

If thats the case, I would have sensed it first.

If a new predator appeared, my [Wild Instinct] would have detected it. But recently, its been quiet.

While thinking about Porori, I didnt forget about the smoked meat.

Whether its Porori or whatever, meat is more important for now. It was gradually getting cooked.

Just as the smoked bear meat was becoming crispy and I was about to take a bite

Flutter!

I heard the sound of birds soaring energetically in the distance. Although it was quite far away, I detected it with my exceptional hearing.

Its rare for birds familiar with the forest to show such a reaction. Usually, something has to stimulate them.

Did a monster come out?

[Roooaaar!!]

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire forest. The echo was strong enough to indicate a substantial size.

I dropped the piece of bear meat I was about to bite into and put it down on the ground. This forest is home to not only beasts but also monsters.

Actually, classifying creatures as beasts or monsters is meaningless. At least in this forest.

Still, if left alone, it would become troublesome, so its better to deal with it roughly.

Judging by the deep, roaring voice, its probably not a young individual but a fully grown one.

[Screeeeam!!]

Look at that. One hell of a set of vocal cords

Huh?

I blinked and turned my gaze towards the direction where the sound came from.

Thats not a sound a monster makes. Thats not a roar; it was a scream.

Theres absolutely no sense of wildness in it, a pure 100% scream.

And it was a scream made by a human.

Whats going on?

Driven by urgency, I got up from my spot, still gripping the bloodied battle axe.

A scream that has blown a small spark into my fading hope.

Is it for real?

With a mix of anticipation and suspicion, I made my way through the forest.

AUTHORS NOTE: Damn = Groot