Point of View: Christopher Roosevelt


    I was standing, sweat running down my face as I tried to get my mind to work. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, but panic was also consuming my body. I couldn’t stay lying down here; I needed to act. The first thing to do, for anyone who had seen the American series Naked and Afraid, was to find water. The human body can survive longer without food than without water. But here, in the middle of an unknown forest, I felt completely lost.


    The silence of the forest around me oppressed me, interrupted only by the sounds of crickets, the croaking of frogs, and the occasional snap of a branch under some invisible weight. But the only sound I was really searching for was the flow of water, whether crashing against rocks or running in a river. The pressure of the situation kept me tense, and the fear of dehydration was beginning to gnaw at me.


    I came to a clearing and stopped for a moment, trying to quickly assess the situation. The sunlight, which was still fighting to stay in the sky, was fading quickly. The twilight was taking over the forest, and the air began to grow heavier and more humid.


    When I checked my body, I noticed something strange: I was full of muscles. I was a complete couch potato, and this would definitely help with the women. Was this some kind of bonus for traveling between worlds? My focus returned: the lack of clothes and tools reminded me at every step that my situation was still critical. Another thing I noticed was the complete absence of hair on my body. My skin was smooth, soft, like a baby’s bottom.


    Entering the dense forest with adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I observed the things around me. The sounds of wildlife created a fog in my mind, but in the distance, the sound of water brought me back to my senses. I walked desperately toward it. In my mind, I saw myself as an explorer, someone capable of surviving anything, but reality was much harder. The first steps were heavy, frustration and anger started to settle in my mind. Why couldn’t this be a typical isekai? I just wanted a good life, not this constant fight for survival. And now, here I was: lost, directionless, and with no solution in sight.


    However, as I wandered through the forest, a growing sense of exhaustion began to affect me physically. My legs felt heavy, and the heat was starting to drain me. My stomach growled, a cruel reminder of my urgent need for sustenance. I need to find water... now. Even as I thought about it, I couldn’t help but feel disturbed by the immensity of the place. Fear crept in, and the sound of the forest seemed increasingly threatening, as if something were watching me.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    It was when, finally, after what felt like endless hours, I found the riverbed. The sound of the water brought me relief, but at the same time, a new apprehension formed. The river was large, and its turbulent waters flowed quickly. But there was no sign of human life nearby, just the murmur of the water and the dense vegetation surrounding it. I looked at the banks and realized that, even though I didn’t know where the river was headed, I had to follow in one direction.


    The daylight was nearly extinguished, and a cold breeze began to blow. I knew the night would bring more difficulties. I couldn’t afford to catch a cold, so I began searching for a way to spend the night. My thoughts were in turmoil, the need to find shelter and water becoming a priority. I knew that survival depended on quick and precise decisions.


    However, the forest was full of invisible dangers. There was something in the air. Every now and then, a strange noise breaking the silence made my body tense. Something was moving in the thick vegetation around me. I couldn’t see what it was, but being alone made me imagine the worst.


    I walked along the riverbed, controlling my breath to calm myself. When I found some large, sharp rocks, I started chipping one against the other, hoping to create a rudimentary blade. My fingers bled a little, but I couldn’t afford to feel pain now. A blade meant a chance to hunt or defend myself from any threat.


    By nightfall, I finally found a tree tall enough to serve as shelter. I climbed with some difficulty, and with what little energy I had left, I started to improvise a makeshift bed, tying myself to a thick branch with fibers from a giant leaf I had found. But as I looked down at the river below, I couldn’t help but wonder what else this world had to offer. The loneliness began to weigh on me, and a sense of unease grew, as if something were watching me. It was clear that the night would bring more than just cold and darkness.


    The distant sound of breaking branches, almost imperceptible, sent a chill up my spine. I was not alone. Something in the forest was moving, and it wasn’t just the breeze. Whatever it was, I needed to stay alert.


    The noises intensified, growls and cries that didn’t sound human. After a silence that seemed to drain the rest of my soul, I saw it. A humanoid figure was below me, its eyes not looking human, and from what I could see, its color was green. It was rummaging through the ground, looking around, seemingly searching for something… then I realized it was looking for me. The tree I had chosen had dense foliage, and the moonlight didn’t reach here. With any luck, I wouldn’t need to fight through the night. I prayed, Go away, please go away...