《Untitled Story》 part 1 My name is Gerald and I am currently floating in an eternal void - the last thing that I remember is my vision fading away as I bled out on a cold concrete road after a truck hit me. Interestingly enough, I didn¡¯t exactly see anything in whatever void I was in. No eternal blackness or whiteness, just a complete absence of vision, probably what people who were blind from birth see day to day. At least I knew a form of afterlife exists, unless this is just my brain just lashing out in defiance in my last moments of life ¨C maybe my perception of time and reality was being warped or something? The brain can do weird things under distress after all. I remained silent for around a minute and absolutely nothing happened, and this was when I began to start counting. 743 seconds later, give or take considering all the times I stumbled, the colour black flooded into my vision. I was now truly in an eternal black void as opposed to an eternal void-void. Attempting to move my likely non-existent limbs and failing, I went right back to counting before a small bulb of light suddenly flickered into existence. According to nutjob conspiracy theorists and spiritualists I met on the internet, one should never ever trust the light. Of course, this advice turned out to be useless as I was completely incapable of moving ¨C the light begun to expand in size. Eventually, my entire world was just a bright whiteness, and it stayed like that for a little while before another abyssal black void snapped back in. I blinked. I then blinked again, realizing I could blink and then I decided to clench my fingers ¨C giving myself some general bodily calibrations with some stretching or squeezing here and there I got myself back up on my feet to find myself I was inside some kind of absurdly deep cave. However, the room I was in was quite small in comparison to its depth. The stone walls were quite jagged in formation and were dressed with moss, vines and odd little insects whilst the floor was cluttered with mushrooms glowing blue softly. There was only one entrance and it was situated just right behind me. Patting down my body and observing my new apparel, I found that I was still a fairly young person but donned in quite rugged but robust-looking leather clothing complete with a set of gloves and a satchel. Staring at a cluster of mushrooms absent mindedly trying to contemplate exactly what is going on, a little blue box with a protruding line pointing at the mushroom popped into view. Needless to say, this startled me ever so slightly but I was in a dazed enough state to barely react. _________________________________________________________ Grubshrooms Friendly looking bioluminescent mushrooms that gently sway left and right. There are 27 of these mushrooms in this cluster. _________________________________________________________ Being a fairly avid gamer in my life (or past life?), I could connect the dots as to what was going on quite easily. Looking at another cluster of mushrooms I tested a few of my theories by thinking about inspecting it. Nothing happened, so I said ¡°Inspect¡± verbally, causing the same old blue box to come up. _________________________________________________________ Grubshrooms Friendly looking bioluminescent mushrooms that gently sway left and right. There are 22 of these mushrooms in this cluster. _________________________________________________________ Doing the next logical thing, I decided to say ¡°status¡±, causing another different blue box to open up in front of me. _________________________________________________________ Your body feels robust. Your torso is fine. Your legs are fine. Your arms are fine. Your head is fine. You have no attribute points to spend. Running: Very Low Jumping: Low Strike: Very Low Carry: Very Low Toughen: Very Low Listen: Very Low You have no skills. _________________________________________________________ Having read some of these ¡°person-teleported-into-a-game-universe-after-death¡± pieces online before, I was quite surprised to see my quite vague status screen. Just a fact of this world I suppose, after saying ¡°skills¡± or ¡°health¡± nothing at all came up. After looking over my environment again I checked my satchel and found what appeared to be a dagger and some odd-looking, dry food items ¨C kind of like beef jerky. Not feeling particularly peckish, I closed my satchel and set forth into the exit that was behind me. It was a narrow, dimly lit corridor with no substantial features and no ceiling in sight. After a good few minutes of solid walking, I finally discovered something substantial. A much larger room than the one I was initially in and a corpse. Well, the skeletal remains of one. The clothing upon it looked like it was just on its last tethers and there was a broadsword by the skeletons right hand, a kite-shield on the skeletons back as well as a satchel similar to mine. The bones that weren¡¯t covered by the tattered clothing seemed to have odd bite marks all over them. Time to desecrate some corpses. I flipped over the skeletons satchel and found only an iPad sized tablet complete with a button but with the ¡°screen¡± section of the tablet completely missing. I picked it up with my both hands and pressed the button, causing the ¡°screen¡± section of the tablet to flash blue and display some text. _________________________________________________________ 2 Charges. Your torso has sustained 0 damage of any type. Your legs have sustained 0 damage of any type. Your arms have sustained 0 damage of any type. Your head has sustained 0 damage of any type. All of your organs are working perfectly. You have no mana reserves. No pathogens detected. You have no attribute points to spend. Running: 5 (Very Low) Jumping: 10 (Low) Strike: 4 (Very Low)This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Carry: 3 (Very Low) Toughen: 1 (Very Low) Listen: 8 (Very Low) You have no skills. _________________________________________________________ Oh fantastic, some kind of health analyser with much more specific information! However, I noted the ¡°2 Charges¡± thing at the top and felt my mood drop at that, looks like I can¡¯t check my status every five minutes after every minor action I take. Thankfully, reality was kind on me and transported me into a world that happened to speak mainly English ¨C odd that I got transported into such a world, so it¡¯s a fair bet to assume my transportation here was no mistake. Perhaps the tablet has some kind of auto translation feature by peaking into my brain with some magic gunk? Or my favourite theory, this is in fact all just in my head and my brain is doing its best to cling onto reality. Though, if that were the case this is an awfully detailed delusion. Fiddling with the analyser further I found there was a chamber where four slots were located, one of which occupied by a cuboidal crystal that had a purple glow, though dimmer than even the mushrooms glow. Ignoring that this was once a live human, I shrugged and picked up the long-dead persons broadsword, tablet and shield and started walking again, noticing how cobwebs started webbing the walls as well as how the amount of cobwebs increased as I kept walking. Clearly, I was just walking straight into a spiders lair, however a spiders lair is better than starving to death in some random desolate cave alongside my skeletal friend that I had just looted. Looking down at my equipment, I found it quite odd at how even after such a long period of time, it had not rusted one, not even a single scratch was on it and it felt quite sharp ¨C not that I know how sharp the average sword actually is. My shield, void of any d¨¦cor and made out of wood but rimmed with metal, was also similarly in pristine condition. Whilst walking I gave my sword some experimental swings, finding it heavier than I expected it to be ¨C it felt fairly hard to swing it with just one hand. Probably because I lacked the technique or strength, really. The walls were now more cobweb than stone, as well as the floor though the mushrooms still jutted out of it, thankfully allowing me to still see. Eventually, I stumbled into a room where every inch of the wall and floor was covered in a thick layer of webbing. Oh, and not to mention three gigantic spiders that appeared to be sleeping nearby some egg-sacs. The room was quite small restricting how much I could move around, though I¡¯d like to think of this as an advantage if anything considering how mobile the spiders probably are. Briefly considering the prospect of attacking the spiders, I decided that living sounded like a far greater idea and got on my tiptoes, trying to sneak out of the entrance that the spiders were around but not obstructing. Three steps later, a spider jolted awake and lunged at me just a second after awakening. The two other spiders also awakened, but watched from a distance. I raised my shield in panic and made an embarrassing whimper as I backed into the corridor that I had came in from, swinging my sword wildly whilst I had my eyes clenched closed. Thankfully, it had yet to bite me as I was making a surprisingly good effort at blocking its attacks. It was twice as wide I was but only a quarter as tall, the other spiders didn¡¯t seem to be attacking me, probably due to the lack of space. Despite getting a few good slashes at the spider it didn¡¯t seem too injured, though it was still visibly damaged. Deciding to go for a thrust, the spider immediately caught my sword with its large fangs and threw the sword backwards. Immediately reacting, I gripped the shield with both my hands and slammed it into the spider whilst it was in the process of throwing away my sword. The sword clattered to the ground just behind it and the spiders carapace made an oddly satisfying crack noise. Seeing my success, I bashed and slammed the spider several more times before it eventually dropped limp, causing another spider to immediately lunge at me. It didn¡¯t seem to learn from their friends mistake, and I dispatched it quickly, the same could be said for the third spider who wasn¡¯t any brighter either. Sitting down, I gave myself a moment for a breather. I looked at my shield and noticed how parts of it are splintering off slightly, though still in a good condition. After getting my breath back, I checked up on my status again (without the aid of an analyser). _________________________________________________________ Your body feels okay. Your torso is fine. Your legs are fine. Your arms are fine. Your head is fine. You have one attribute point. Spend? Running: Very Low Jumping: Low Strike: Very Low Carry: Very Low Toughen: Very Low Listen: Very Low You have the following skills. Shield: Very Low Sword: Very Low _________________________________________________________ Oh, an attribute point already? Saying ¡°spend¡± caused my status screen to transform, I was already contemplating at what I wanted to specialize in. _________________________________________________________ Agility ¨C Strength ¨C Toughness ¨C Perception _________________________________________________________ Wandering if the screens worked if I touched them, I tapped ¡°Strength¡±. In response the menu morphed again. _________________________________________________________ Strike [Very Low] Carry [Very Low] _________________________________________________________ A little more muscle never hurt anyone, and it would help me yield my sword a little better after all, so I invested into ¡°Strike¡±. _________________________________________________________ One point has been invested into Strike. It is still [Very Low] _________________________________________________________ So that¡¯d make my strike skill level five. I felt ever so slightly more robust, though it was probably just the good old placebo effect. I wonder how long it¡¯d take for me to get noticeably stronger, since I don¡¯t exactly feel like I can bend steel bars and crush steel as of now. Grabbing my sword and getting back up, I observed the room a little more vigorously now that the spiders are living it up in spider-hell. Glancing at the egg-sacs littered all over the room, I decided to slice them all open with my dagger and crush the contents with the hilt of said dagger, just in case. Surprisingly, one of the sacs had a few well-preserved golden-looking rings encased within them, though only one of the sacs had such. I threw all the rings into my satchel and kept walking yet again, whilst walking I started thinking about what kind of build would be the best for me. Perhaps an agility-toughness mix? Even if someone does hit me, I could just shrug it all of. Though, I don¡¯t really know if that¡¯s viable ¨C how fast do you level up anyway? Killing three spiders gave me just one experiment point. The webbed environment slowly got less and less webby and the ¡°ceiling¡± remained an infinite void. After a solid ten minutes of walking with some ache-y legs, I stepped into a great cavern lit up by the same old mushrooms as usual. The cavern was full of stalagmites and mounds, it had four exits and was devoid of any non-plant life other than myself as far as I knew. Looking around, I found another bonely fellow behind a large mound. This bonely fellow of mine had the same clothing as the last person also equipped with a satchel, but with a bow on their back and an ornate dagger in their right hand. For some reason, they were missing quite a few fingers and this skeletons injuries seemed much worse than the other one. Peering into the satchel, I found two small, vibrant purple crystals in a cuboidal shape alongside a rolled-up scroll and a quill. Oh, the tablet-analyser-thing from before had the same looking crystal too, didn¡¯t it? I pulled the analyser out of my satchel and inserted both the crystals, meaning now three out of four slots were occupied. There was no reaction from the analyser other than a pleasant ¡°click¡± sound, experimentally I said ¡°Charges¡± and in return a menu popped up. _________________________________________________________ 22 Charges left. _________________________________________________________ I decided to not use the analyser on myself seeing as how not much has actually happened to me. Stuffing it back into my satchel I decided to unroll the scroll and found a map of what was most likely the cave system I was in. Also, assuming the quill operated on some kind of magic I scribbled it upon the back of the map, unfortunately, it didn¡¯t work but I put it right into my satchel anyway. Whilst at it, I also pocketed the ornate looking dagger that didn¡¯t seem any sharper than my own one. The map was quite simple and didn¡¯t go into much detail, only drawing out significant structures though I didn¡¯t exactly have a point of reference, noting that the room I was currently in was the room where this individual had died it felt safe to assume he had not drawn it onto the map. After some momentary simple deduction, I knew exactly how to get out of the cave system. Well, I would know if I knew what door he came from, seems like the only chance is to explore every door! Which I did and thankfully I didn¡¯t happen to find any mean lifeforms within any of the doors, the last door I entered turned out to be the correct one! Fortunately, the rest of my journey was quite calming if anything, not a single spider in sight. I was expecting to find a dragon or something midway or maybe a funny gimmicky character to help guide me on my journey, but in the end it was all just me, me and me. As I neared the end the sun''s light started becoming visible, and I finally managed to exit the cave practically unscathed. My eyes weren¡¯t adjusted to the great brightness so it took a while to readjust, but the fresh air flowing through my lungs felt good. When I opened my eyes again the first sight that met me was a stumpy goblin staring right at me. chapter.... 2!!! The goblin was a fair three foot high and wore a patchwork of rags, it had a crude-looking dagger and seemed equally as surprised as me. Now, the question is whether this universe has the intelligent kind of goblins or the dumb, savage type of goblins. So far it looks like the latter. I and the goblin had a staring match for a while and eventually, the goblin started to wave around their hands slowly ¨C I had no idea what it was doing so I kept staring. Suddenly, some other goblin which I had not seen coming slashed at me, but seemingly not with the intent to harm but rather to cut the strap of my satchel so that they could run off with it. Seems like the weird hand gestures the goblin was doing was to cast a spell on me so that I wouldn¡¯t notice his friend, or more likely he was just being a weirdo just to divert my attention. Instinctively, I reached for the goblin to grab it but only managed to get a hold of its hat which slipped off ¨C I swiveled my head quickly and noticed the distraction goblin was running away too. I didn¡¯t really know if I could catch up with them, so I threw my sword like a javelin at the goblin with the satchel. Unfortunately, it didn¡¯t happen to skewer them and make me win the battle instantly, but it did make them trip over and drop the satchel. Good enough, I rushed over to the goblin quickly and by the time I had reached them, (they hadn¡¯t gotten very far away) they had gotten up and were beginning to run again, leaving behind the satchel. I very easily could¡¯ve just let them run away and retrieve my satchel, but that hadn¡¯t occurred to me at the moment so I bashed my shield into the back of the goblins head, making a satisfying but cartoonish crack noise. The distraction goblin from before didn¡¯t continue to run away but rather changed course and started charging me. Not really knowing the best course of action here, I charged into the goblin as well clenching my to my chest tightly. The goblin suddenly then decided that charging suddenly wasn¡¯t all that great of an idea, and attempted to skid to a halt and change direction. Too late, I slammed into them and heard them heave as they smacked onto the floor and dropped their weapon. Despite this, they were still willing to fight and scrambled towards their dagger. Not on my watch, I pounded my shield into the goblin''s chest several more times hearing a cacophony of blood-curdling and bones breaking, before realizing it¡¯d be far more efficient to go for the head. A few more whacks to the old noggin¡¯ and the light from the goblin''s eyes blinked away, leaving just me and the serene sounds of the forest. Walking back to my sword and picking it up, I looked down at the first goblin I had killed. I plunged my sword into its head, just in case it was still alive and then wiped the blood off of using the goblins rags. Grabbing my satchel, tying up the straps and putting it back on I decided to inspect the corpses of the goblins now that I was now in a clearer state of mind. These goblins weren¡¯t particularly pretty, but I wouldn¡¯t call them ugly either. I felt just a little bad killing a possibly intelligent species over a minor crime though, suppose, it¡¯s all just a game, isn¡¯t it? I sifted through the pouches and pockets of their apparel and found three pieces of gold, one piece of silver and a canteen half full of water. Wonder if this is stolen currency from other humans or just the currency of goblins? I pocketed it anyway as well as their daggers, which despite their crudeness were still quite beautiful as some designs were etched into the handles. ¡°Status.¡± I said, kicking my feet around now that I realized my lack of direction or objective. _________________________________________________________ Your body feels okay. Your torso is fine. Your legs are fine. Your arms are fine. Your head is fine. You have one attribute point. Spend? Running: Very Low Jumping: Low Strike: Very Low Carry: Very Low Toughen: Very Low Listen: Very Low You have the following skills. Shield: Very Low Sword: Very Low _________________________________________________________ Fantastic, another attribute point already! I went through the series of GUIs and spent another point in Strike, I want my Strike to at least be on the level of ¡°Low¡± rather than ¡°Very Low¡±. Off we go again, hopefully in the direction of civilization or at least something interesting. Nibbling on some food and swigging some water, I walked for god knows how long until I finally found my way to a lone small log cabin. There was a sign above the door that read ¡°STORE¡± as well as a sign on the door indicating that the store was open. It¡¯s something I guess, I gently opened the door and found a stout man sitting behind a counter, his eyes flickered and he suddenly got up. ¡°Greetings! Welcome to my humble store, I haven¡¯t had a human customer in ages! Make yourself at home, I have all sorts of goods in here all at low prices! Hey, I¡¯ll even offer you a discount just for being a human!¡± the man said jovially. I found his smile rather unsettling, but he was friendly enough at least. His comment about me being human was worrying though, as it probably means I¡¯m far, far away from any human civilization. Noticing I was still standing near the door, he beckoned me to come closer with some hand gestures. ¡°Closer friend, I don¡¯t bite! Oh, and the names Gorbshin, a pleasure to meet you.¡± he chimed. Walking over to the counter, I took note of all the items on display around the store. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°Quiet type, huh? Not to worry, as long as you¡¯re here to buy or sell.¡± he quipped, still smiling. Even in my old life I wasn¡¯t much of a talker, having lost the inclination to talk long ago, not that I was depressed or anything. I was always just a quiet guy. Whilst I¡¯m here, I might as well see if I can get rid of the goblin daggers on me. I fished them out of my satchel and put them on the counter. ¡°Ah, enchanted goblin daggers! They¡¯re more dangerous than they look, I assure you.¡± Gorbshin said as he put away the daggers and gave me eight silver pieces in return. Enchanted? He made me curious enough just to talk. ¡°Enchanted?¡± I whispered, not wanting to raise my voice. Gorbshin seemed a little weirded out by my speaking habits but also didn¡¯t seem to mind either. ¡°Yes, durability and lightness enchantments specifically, fairly good enchantments for goblins too.¡± Now that I think of it, the daggers didn¡¯t have a scratch on them and felt a little lighter than expected, which explains a lot. My own sword and shield were initially scratchless too though they had accumulated a few on my journey, but they both lacked any enchantment-looking inscriptions of any kind. Maybe enchantments don¡¯t always have to be inscribed onto the tools? Might as well buy something whilst I¡¯m here. ¡°Do you have a map and a sheath for this sword?¡± I asked, raising my sword to show it. Wordlessly, the man took out a scroll from a nearby shelf and a sword sheath from another, plopping it upon the counter. ¡°One gold and ten silver! Well, factoring in the discount it¡¯s just one gold for you, my fine customer.¡± he jabbered. I found him a little annoying, but I¡¯ll admit his positivity filled me with just a little bit of vigour. I shifted through my satchel again and gave him the gold piece, before equipping and sheathing my sword as well as grabbing the map and unrolling it. It was a world map, depicting a continent as well as all the nation-states upon it. And there was an absurd amount of nation-states. ¡°Gorbshin? Which nation are we in?¡± Gorbshin seemed unfazed by the question, implying that nomads weren¡¯t too out of the ordinary, at least around here. ¡°We¡¯re in Valia, which is right there.¡± He reached over the counter and tapped on a purple blob, which was a little larger than all the other blobs around it. Only its capital city was marked. ¡°And where are we in Valia?¡± I queried. Gorbshin responded by moving his finger a few centimetres to the left, far away from the capital city known as ¡°Valia¡±. How creative. I frowned, which Gorbshin noticed and responded by grabbing another scroll from another nearby shelf. ¡°This here boy is a regional map, marks all the towns and the terrain in Valia with a good amount of detail! You can exchange your world map for it.¡± he piped, plapping it down onto the counter. I lightly tossed the world map scroll onto the counter and grabbed the regional map, I then grabbed the scroll and unrolled it. It displayed towns and their relative size, a depiction of a compass in the top right, roads, mountains and forests. Gorbshin reached over the counter again and tapped a seemingly random part of a forest on the map. ¡°That¡¯s where we are. Say, you don¡¯t have a compass, do you? What¡¯s the point of a map if you don¡¯t have a compass! Here, one second.¡± Gorbshin remarked. He lumbered around his workspace for a while before grabbing a spherical-shaped rock with all sorts of weird etchings engraved into it. ¡°One gold and two silver.¡± he beamed. The fact that he was still somehow smiling was getting on my nerves. Giving him another gold piece and nearly half of my silver pieces, he passed over the compass. ¡°Oh, that things uncharged. You know, it¡¯s only three silver for a cha-¡± I cut him off by waving my hand, and instead took out one purple crystal from the analyzer-tablet-thingy from before and inserted it into the compass ¨C finding the location of the crystal slot just took some feeling around. In response, a faint purple arrow appeared above the stone ¨C it kind of looked like a sci-fi hologram. ¡°Got more questions. Can you tell me about the wildlife here?¡± I inquired, not looking at him but rather still fiddling with the compass and feeling the engravings. ¡°Fairly dangerous really, but nothing too challenging for someone armed and ready like you! I¡¯d say the biggest threat around here are the goblins, but as long as you don¡¯t look like you have anything shiny on you they won¡¯t bother you. They¡¯re not particularly violent either, but they¡¯re no city goblins.¡± Gorbshin replied, who had now sat back down. ¡°City goblins?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know of them? Must be from Roschkra or something¡­ Well, they smell and look like your average goblin, but are a little more bright. They can be found in your average Goblin tribe too, but they usually jump ship a while after their coming of age. Your average goblin is just the gold-snatching rascal we all know and hate though.¡± This was mildly interesting to me, but I was getting off track and needed more general information about the world. ¡°How do you level up at a good pace? Can you tell me more about the system?¡± ¡°System? Level up?¡± Gorbshin asked quizzically, tilting his head ever so slightly. ¡°I mean, the blue box things and getting attribute points.¡± ¡°Try to ask only one question at a time, don¡¯t want to overwhelm me now do you! Well for your first question, you can earn your first couple of points just by going through day to day life ¨C harvesting crops, skinning animals, that kind of thing. But after say, collecting five points or so the only way to level up is by killing dangerous animals, monsters or even people. We don¡¯t know too much about the ¡®system¡¯ as you call it, but with an analyser like the one you had before we can see more specific information rather than the vague information it gives us.¡± Nodding my head and scratching my sin, I was just about to ask another question before he started speaking again. ¡°You know how to read boy?¡± Assuming books in this world were also in English, yes. ¡°Oh I am, are literate people rare around here?¡± Gorbshin tilted his head again. ¡°Rare? Of course, they¡¯re rare around here! They¡¯re rare around everywhere! You are one strange boy, but I feel like it¡¯s a fair assumption that you don¡¯t want to talk about your history...¡± He was right, I wouldn¡¯t even really know what to tell him. Would I just give him the plain truth and make the first person I met in this world think I¡¯m insane? I mean, that is an option and the consequences aren¡¯t probably that bad ¨C but there¡¯s also no real reason to tell him anyway. Gorbshin began speaking again. ¡°Anyway, as I was saying my dear friend, would you be interested in just purchasing a book on general world history? I¡¯m sure for an intellectual such as yourself it¡¯d be far more convenient than standing around here all day asking me questions!¡± Gorbshin said with a less jovial but more sincere tone. As soon as I nodded in response, he shuffled out of his chair and opened a door to a storage room of some sort, presumably searching for a minute before returning with a thick red book with the title of ¡°The World: Volume 1¡±. It was extremely dusty except for the parts of which Gorbshin had touched. He placed the book lightly down onto the counter. ¡°Usually a book like this would go for around five gold pieces, but I doubt I¡¯m ever going to sell this and I also doubt that I¡¯ll ever want to read it myself. So, one gold piece.¡± I was a bit confused by his generosity, he¡¯s probably just a very lonely man who hasn¡¯t talked to another human in a while. I gave him my last gold coin and put the rather bulky book into my satchel, which it just about fitted in thankfully. Time for another one of my own questions ¡°Who usually comes in here?¡± I asked, now uncomfortable from having to talk so much. ¡°Goblins. They sometimes try to steal a thing or two, but they¡¯re generally fair fellows!¡± His smile faltered a little as he said that. I looked over to Gorbshin who had sat back down again and was now not smiling but still grinning to himself a little. Despite his slightly annoying boisterous personality, I¡¯d say he was of great help to me. I took out the regional map and used the quill from before to mark the location of his shop, before heading towards the exit to leave. ¡°You come back soon now, you hear? Advertise my services to friends, family and the alike!¡± Gorbshin yelled as I left the building. I stood outside his building for a while just to take a closer look at the regional map and decided I¡¯d set forward to the closest village, ¡°Libita¡±. There was a road to it which may make things easier as it was an established route presumably free from goblins, wildlife and the alike ¨C though there may be bandits. I decided against it just due to the possible prospect of bandits, and the fact that I¡¯d have to walk all the way to the road. Instead, I¡¯ll just walk to Libita right through the forest which seems a lot more straightforward. Considering all the walking I¡¯ve been doing and will be doing in the future, I now slightly regret not investing in agility. Only slightly, since being able to hit harder seems like a fair trade-off at least.