《Byōki no hitobito wa betsu no sekai ni tsurete ko raremashita.》


 Prologue

    A light breeze caused the short low grasses down on my feet to rattle like wooden windchimes. I could see people from spectator seat started holding their breath in silence, sitting in the corner were my parents, then the teacher and fellow club mates.


    Bathump


    This was the first time for my school archery club to finally have the chance to win a championship. My heart was beating like crazy. If I had to say the pressure was almost felt like I was standing on a needle while the floor was lava and I still had to carry an elephant on my back.


    I started inhaled a deep breath and let it out to lessen the pressure... it doesn''t work.


    Bathump Bathump.


    The beating of my heartonly went louder and faster. Once again, I closed my eyes, tried to relaxthe muscle on my body and took a very, very deep long breath... it worked this time. My hands finally stopped trembling and the beating of my heart slowly went weaker. Feeling somewhat relaxed, I patiently stood still, waiting for the signal from the referee.


    "I can''t mess this up."I thought on my mind. The final was a best of fivematch, and the score right now was 2-0. I was the one with a leading point. Maybe because of the pressure of losing two times in a row,my competitor only scored 21 out of his three chances. While I already scored 20 just from two chances.


    "Just one more arrow."Just one more arrow, and I was sure I would get a scholarship. And not like I was planning to become an athlete, but from what I knew, the winner of this tournament was usually getting recruited for doing this professionally."I don''t need a perfect 20. Just hit it on the edge and this will be enough."


    As I thought that, the referee started blowing his whistle. However, I didn''t hear any sound come from him. I just felt my heart skipped a beat but I still somehow managed to nock my arrow and draw the bowstring. This was a routine I''d done for hundreds of time, but even with all that training, once again, my heart began not to just beating again but racing.


    Bathump Bathump Bathump Bathump.


    The anxious beating of my heart grew louder. My throat was tight; I doubt I could even force a word out even if I tried. I just stood there, motionless, listening to the pounding of my heart. I wanted to say something to the referee, asking for some medical help but my vocal cords felt like they''d been stretched beyond the breaking point.


    I knew this was against the rule but I put my bow down and reached up to try to massage my chest, but this only sent spikes of blinding pain on my chest. I could only gasp in pain. My whole body froze, save for my eyes, which shot open in terror.


    The beating in my chest suddenly stopped, and I went weak at my knees, dropping my bow at the same time. The world around me - the target withits10 evenly spaced concentric rings, the dull blue sky, the spectators - all these fade to black. The last few things that I remembered before slipping away were the voice of someone shouting for the medic and the light breeze from the wind caressing on my skin.


    When I opened my eyes it was to the hospital room, which was as devoid of beauty as I am of hope. Its walls were simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream. There was no decoration at all save the limp curtain that acted only to separate my room from the outside view. It was perhaps once the kind of green that reminds people of spring-time and hope, but it was faded so much that the hue is insipid. The room as an undertone of bleach and the floor was simply grey.


    The man in white came in and gave me a smile. He seemed excited, but not very. It was like he was trying to make an effort to be happy on my behalf. My parents were also here.


    Before the doctor opened his mouth, he did some kind of a ritual. He took his time, sorting his papers, then setting them aside as if to make a point of the pointlessness of what he just did. There he casually sits down on the edge of the bed next to mine. He looked me in the eyes for a moment.


    I felt like I died when the doctor said the name of my disease. Arrhythmia andcongenital heart muscle deficiency. Two strange words. Two foreign, alien one. The kind that you didn''t want to be in the same room with. A rare condition. It caused the heart to act erratically and occasionally beat way too fast. It could be fatal.


    Apparently, I''d had it for a long time. They said it was a miracle that I was able to go on so long without anything happening. Was that really a miracle? I guessed it was supposed to make me feel better, more appreciative of my life. It really didn''t do anything to cheer me up though.


    My parents, I thought, were hit harder by the news than I was. They practically had two haemorrhages apiece. To them, it was all fresh. From their expression alone I could tell they were willing to sell our house in order to pay for my medical expense... and knowing this only made me felt guilty.


    I still remembered the wooden expression from my father when the doctor handed a sheet of paper to him.


    "So many..." He said as he quickly read it.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    I took it from his hand and took a look myself, only to feel numb. How was I supposed to react to this ''essay''? The absurdly long list of medications staring back at me from the paper that seemed insurmountable. They all blended together in a sea of letters. This was insane. Side effects, adverse effects, contraindications and dosages were listed line after line with cold precision. I tried to read them, but it was so futile. I couldn''t understand any of it. Attempting to only makes me feel sicker. "All this... for the rest of my life, every day?"


    Of course, none of them was a real cure, as they only lessen the symptoms of my... condition. And because of the late discovery of this, I''d had to stay at the hospital, to recuperate from the treatments.


    When I was first admitted, it felt as if I was missed... For about a week, my room in the ward was full of flowers, balloons and cards. But, the visitors soon dwindled and all the get-well gifts began trickling down to nothing shortly after. I realized that the only reason I had gotten so many cards and flowers was because sending me their sympathy had been turned into a class project. Maybe some people were genuinely concerned, but I doubt it. Even in the beginning, I barely had visitors. By the end of the first month, only my parents and my siblings came by on a regular basis.


    After the first month or so, I asked the head cardiologist every time I saw him for a rough estimate of when I''d be able to leave. He never answered anything in a straightforwardway,but told me to wait and see if the treatment and surgeries worked. So, I idly observed the scar that those surgeries had left on my chest slowly change its appearance over time, thinking of it as some kind of an omen.


    Before I knew it, it had been four months since my heart attack. In that whole time, I could probably count the times I''d left this hospital room, unsupervised on one hand. Four months was a pretty long time when you were left alone with your thoughts. But, even though I''d had plenty of time to come to terms with my... condition, I never did.


    And from my experience, the hospital... was not really a place I''d like to live in. The doctors and nurses felt so impersonal and faceless. I guessed it was because they were in a hurry and they had a million other patients waiting for them, but it made me feel uncomfortable. I still asked the head cardiologist about leaving, but my expectations were low enough now that I was not disappointed any more when I didn''t get a reply. The way he shuffled around the answer showed that there was at least some hope.


    Then days became increasingly harder to distinguish from each other, differing only by the scar that slowly healed on my chest. It felt like time blurred into some kind of a gooey mess and I was trapped inside, instead of moving within. A week could go by without me really noticing it. And sometimes, I''d pause in a realization that I didn''t know what day of the week it was. Other times, without any real reason, my chest would start to feel sharp, burning hot and the heaviness in my chest would become so hard to bear that I had to just lay down for a while, looking at the ceiling as if I was going to cry. But that happened only rarely. And I couldn''t even cry.


    At some point and what I mean by that is today. I stopped watching TV, playing with my phone, and reading books. I don''t knowwhy,I just did. Maybe it was the wrong kind of escapism for my situation. There was nothing interesting on the TV anyway, no one and friend that I could talk with except for the few friends that I recently made on social games, and I didn''t like to read books that much in the beginning. So today, instead of just sleeping on my bed, I wore my casual clothes and decided to take a stroll around the hospital. I did this out of desperation. I just felt like one more second in this room and I would go crazy.


    I only walked to the front door and I already felt tired. I wanted to protest. I wanted to blame this lack of strength. I could easily yell out something now. But, no. I didn''t say anything. The fact was that I knew by yelling that would fatigue myself more. So I just I looked around the hall, feeling very tired of all this and strolled my way down to thefirst floor. It was of course, after exhausting myself walking to the lift and waiting for the lift to deliver my helpless body onto the ground floor.


    As soon as the lift door slid open, I stepped out and looked around, partially so I wouldn''t have to meet the curious gazes of the nurses, which I bet already remembered my face.


    The ground floor was pretty spacious; the ceiling was unusually high and there was lots of space left over around and in between the path. An entire wall was taken up by a digital screen and the high, old fashionedpaintings only make it seem larger.


    I stopped walking for a while, leaning on the wall while trying to organize my breath and my heartbeat. While doing this I faced the other patients.Most of them looked normal, almost healthy if I had to say. But then, why would they be here? They were probably like me and had something wrong with them, only it was just not immediately obvious.


    I noticed a flash of dark hair and saw that someone was looking at me. A girl with really long, straight hair that was pretty eye-catching... after a few seconds of staring into each other eyes, I just found out that she was blind.


    Then there was one boy with a cane leaning against thechair at the rear row. It was weird seeing someone so young with a cane... but mine was not so much better.


    Another girl was spinning the wheel from her wheelchair, a blanket was covering the bottom half of her body. I never gave it that much thought, but how could she still happily humming even when she wasona wheelchair?


    A boy seemed to be making some weird hand motions. Sign language? He peered at me over the rims of his glasses, then went back to whatever he was doing.


    Another girl with blue eyes and short... talking to the sign language boy. I remembered when her hair was longer though, but I nevertalked to her. I just.... didn''t know the topic that I should talk with someone like her.


    Then there was a man without arms, an old man that had a weird ''S'' curve on his body, a girl with I would call as only skin and bone, a sick looking granny that heavily coughed, the nurses, several doctors and a girl with knee correction braces just came in from the lift... alongside with her was two of my siblings.


    My youngest sister was waving her hand, stepping out from the lift, readied to charge anytime soon... but she got stopped by my other sister as she grabbed her by her collar.


    Then... a weird pattern started glowing out on the floor. Did my.... condition also come with hallucination?


    I heard many shouts of surprise at the same time, then the world twisted, walls shifting and changing, and with wide eyes, I found myself standing under the blue sky. The polished sparkling floor had turned into the soil of dirt.


    This place was incredibly lush, filled with green and the smell of grass entered my nose every time I shifted my head to take a better look at my surrounding... One thing that I knew of, was that this situation was 100% didn''t make any sense.


    "What the..." I stopped opening my mouth as I panted in pain. Clutching my chest, my hand could feel the strong and fast vibration that my heart made because it couldn''t handle thesurprise of my current predicament.

 Chapter 1

    Trees tall as cathedrals surrounded me, and a strange green light - almost holy - shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves. A small meadow was towering among the trees. The fern-like "grass" was beaten down in waves by the breeze as I leaned on the wooden stern, covered with modified leaves resembling cat ears.


    I glanced over my shoulder, to the first position when I suddenly appeared in this... jungle. And I still saw the giant willow-like tree with elongated glowing white leaves, if I were to put it in my word it was like the jellyfish tentacles, and I used that tree as my landmark.


    I continued walking... one step, three steps, nine steps. Moving forward felt so awkward and tiring, even though I walked with this brisk pace. I was so out of shape it was embarrassing. At the twenty-seven steps, once again, I stopped and leaned on the nearby tree, this was the fifth time I already stopped to rest.


    I closed my eyes while holding my chest, trying to control the pacing of my breath and my heart. I glanced back once again, and no matter how many steps that I took, which was not many by the way, I still could see the jellyfish tree.


    Once again I walked forward and unconsciously counting how many steps I could take before I had the urge to rest. This time was 25 steps, 2 steps shorter than my previous ''pit-stop'' and 3 steps shorter than the one before that. And apart from feeling more tired and depressed than before, I didn''t think I accomplished anything by counting my steps.


    Truthfully, I just counted my steps as I didn''t know what I should think and feel right now. I just tried to keep the fact that I was alone without any of my medication with me. I didn''t know if that was the greatest idea though, but I was determined to just keep going and not worrying so much about it since there was nothing that I could do about it.


    About ten pit stops later I already ran out of my breath and sat under the shades of trees... I just couldn''t bear myself to move anymore. I just thought in my current situation walking one step at a time before I needed to rest was good enough for me.


    As I leaned my back on the tree, I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of what I called as the grassy smell.


    "Damn..." I couldn''t help but muttered that word. Indeed the air was clean and fresh, but my breath was hot and heavy. I just felt like I''d been sprinting straight for five kilometres without even stopping to take a single breath.


    I slowly opened my eyes, only to be greeted by a rustling among the..herbaceous plants, that had semblable similarity to the comb of a chicken.


    I could feel the sound of my saliva gulping down onto my throat echoing throughout the forest, my hearts was beating like crazy... like I said, I wanted to walk one more steps but I just couldn''t do that.


    As I preparing for the worst, the thing that came out and flew upwards was a small hand sized lizard. Yes. It flew. There was a big disk-shaped membrane on its back and the lizard spinning it like a helicopter fan to raise its body to the sky.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    It was only the lizard butI did know my vision went black for a moment and felt a year of my life had just got reduced by one. Though I didn''t know which was worse, the fear or the unknown or the fear of my heart stopped beatingbecause of a lizard. Either way, I needed to take deep breaths and trying to steadymyself.


    "What the hell is going on?"


    Biology wasn''t my greatest subject but I instantly knewthose plants and that lizard shouldn''t be existed, at least not on Earth.


    Not on Earth.


    So this wasn''t Earth?


    Combining this fact with the glowing magic circle from before I had enough confidence to tell this wasn''t Earth... and I just realized this fact.


    But... The magic circle... Was on the whole floor, right?


    And my sisters... I was sure I saw them being engulfed by that light, did that mean they also got transported to this... place? But where were they? In fact, where was everyone else?


    "....Shit."


    It was bad enough for my parent to sell our house just to pay for my medical bill, and now they must also deal with the fact thatall of their children were missing?


    I took one last deepbreath and I forced myself to stand up with a groan. I didn''t if this was because of the shock, the fear, or becauseI had exhausted all of my stamina but I swayed forward like the bones on my knees were gone.


    Sure, things hadn''t been great lately for me, but that hadn''t made my existence so intolerable that I was not going to try everything that I could to make sure my family was safe.... and I stayed alive.


    Yeah, as long I could be asserting some kind of control over my... condition, If I could manage that, well, I could stay alive and manage the rest. At least that was what I kept telling to myself.


    But before I searched for them... there weretwo other things that I should search for now. Water and food. Yeah. I should focus on searching for water and food first.


    Then again, I didn''t read much book or manga but I knew in this kind of situation if I thoughtstatus screen or something like thatwouldn''t they...


    Level: 1


    Job: N/a


    Stamina: 1/10.


    Mana: 2/2.


    STR: 4


    CON: 2


    AGI: 3


    DEX: 6


    MAG: 2


    RES: 5


    Status:


    Congenital Heart Muscle Deficiency (+100% Stamina consumption. -50% Stamina regeneration. -50% Maximum Stamina.)


    Heart Arrhythmia (+50% Stamina consumption. -20% Resistance to Dizzy status. -50% to all stats when being surprised or panicked.)


    Passive Skills:


    Archery Lvl 4 (You are proficient at using a bow. Able to learn up to Lvl 4 Active Archery Skills.)


    Language Lvl 1 (You are able to understand and speak Common Language.)


    Active Skills:


    None


    Special Skills:


    None


    My heart literarily stopped beating for a second when the screen appeared.

 Chapter 2

    I quickly stumbled upon a problem. Originally, I had just planned to search for drinkable water source and maybe if I was lucky a fruit while walking at a brisk pace and resting whenever my stamina dropped to one. I had even started out quite well, walking for some amount of distance but then I realized I was not the only one that searched for food.


    I stopped, sweating heavily after from all that walking. Gritting my teeth, I faced the truth. I had spotted strange fruits on one particular tree and berries near the root of that tree. But...


    A purple lizard, around the size of a small dog, sat on a low branch, gazing at me.


    I supposed a few minutes had passed since we locked our eyes into each other, but it still hadn''t shifted his gaze


    I could continue to move slowly, trying my best to remain quiet, or I could simply dash in and grab some fruits, and then leave. I hadn¡¯t seen any fruits or berry bushes on the other area, so leaving without gathering any of the fruits wasn''t an option.


    Bathump bathump bathump.


    Between the former and the latter, I chose the former.


    My stamina was now five... which from what I knew should last for about 100-200 steps if I walked in a brisk pace. I never tried running since I had ''this'' and never planned to try that in my current situation so I didn''t know what would happen if I chose the later.


    I wound my way slowly forward. My body twitched and my heartbeat fastened everytime the lizard moved its eyes, scanning and following my movement.


    Deep inside of my heart, I wanted to run away, but there was a bush that was heavy with light purple berries 10 meters down from me, still near the edge of the treeline.


    I didn''t know whether it was because of the hunger, or the thought that I wouldn''t find another food besides for this one, which was very unlikely but I began creeping down in that direction, my breath sounding extremely heavy in my ears.


    Surprisingly, I managed to reach the berries without any trouble, the lizard was now sliding back to the top of the tree.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    While wondering why the lizard did that, I just felt grateful and sighed a breath of relief, though at the same time I felt very weak on my knees. I wanted to rest and sat down to control my breath but I couldn''t, at least not if when I was this close to that lizard. I just wanted to collect the berries and leave as soon as possible.


    But I another conundrum; how would I carry them...?


    Well, first things first. I tentatively bit into a berry, which was a little bit larger than a grape. It was sweet and juicy, filling my mouth with a wonderful fruity taste. I had to spit out some seeds, but initially, it seemed like they were good for eating. Satisfied, I pulled up my shirt and began filling it like a pouch.


    Around the time the pouch was full was when I realized I was being watched. No, not by the lizard, but by a six-legged rhinoceros, but twice that size. Its massive, low-slung head had projections of bone giving it the look of a hammerhead shark. Its baleful eyes locked onto me. And it alerted me to go away by its snorts.


    I... didn''t know how in the heaven name that I hadn''t realized the rhinoceros presence up until now.


    I gulped my saliva down, the heartbeat from my chest was 100% went wild. I wanted to run but I couldn''t do that. I could only slightly bend my body while closing my eyes and clutching my chest to cope with the pain.


    I forced myself to open my eyes and raise my head with ashen complexion, only for me to see the rhinoceros bellowed and lowered its 3-meter wide sledgehammer of a skull.


    It was pissed off. Like super pissed off. The rhinoceros bellowed again, pawing the earth. It slashed its head sideways, splintering saplings. I could see the purple lizard was jumping away from the tree as the rhinoceros did that.


    It bellowed again, lowered its head and CHARGED --


    I didn''t know how I had the idea, but I SCREAMED at the top of my lungs, spreads my arms wide and ran straight at the thing.


    Much to my surprise, it stopped abruptly, with an oversized bleat and standing on its hind legs before it wheeled around, trumpeting in fear, and crashed away through splintering undergrowth.


    I... just amazed the gambit worked.


    Maybe the rhinoceros only had a big body and no gut? I didn''t know about that but...


    Another sharp pain hit my chest. I... got too excited. I couldn''t help it, in front of me there was a giant rhinoceros and I managed to scare it away. Even though as the result my chest now had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at my chest all the way through my stomach. There was nausea too, enough to make me fell to the ground and hold onto the ferns for support and breathed slow.


    As I thought, I never got used to the pain, I couldn''t just ignore it and rock on regardless, it owned me, dominated every thought, controlled every action.


    Laying back, my eyelids grew heavy...I justhoped that this was all a dream, that I would wake up and find myself in the hospital bed.

 Chapter 3

    I woke up with a large gasp, air flooding into my lungs and filling me with some weird sensation. This was followed by a coughing attack as my body was barely able to handle the pain in my chest. I pawed around at my surroundings for my medicine, feeling the panic rose within me as I couldn''t seem to -- My hand crawled around and felt an unfamiliar texture of the ground and grass, rather than the usual hardness from a plastic desk. Only for me to realize I wasn''t sleeping in the hospital bed... or any bed at all.


    I''d hated the fact that the first thing that I searched was my medicine. It was almost felt like I was reliant on them... which might be true, but I didn''t want to admit it.


    On the bright side, considering I hadn''t taken any medicine for maybe the whole day, I thought it was good enough that the only thing that greeted me was the pain on my chest and not some kind of god telling me I had died on my sleep or something like that.


    As I fully opened my eyes, I noticed that the weird sensation was actually coming from several bugs that were crawling on my body, some were biting on my skin. With a jolt, I ignored the pain and rose my body at once, shoving them away with my hands. I didn''t have the chance to check on whether or not the bugs looked the same as the one on Earth, either way, bugs were scary.


    Sitting up, I was stunned to findthe bugs didn''t swarm on my berries that still somewhat covered with my clothes. Feeling excited and lucky, I got up and went over to inspect them. Although they didn¡¯t seem like much, they were my foods, at least for now.


    I gluttonously swallowed the berries to every last bit of them. A thought of staying at this place crossed my mind but shook my head to throw such a thought away from my mind. I didn¡¯t plan on remaining here forever. In fact, even though this place had fruits and berries, I still needed to search for water, not to mention it would be dangerous if I didn''t try and move my body, for health reason and safety reason. Indeed, yesterday I got really lucky for some unknown reason but... just for how many times I could scare a monster away by screaming like that?


    My guess: it wasn''t much.


    Still, I picked up as many fruits and berries as I could before venturing out. At least they would be incredibly useful for decreasing the danger in the short term.


    "One step at a time,"I muttered before I started walking forward.


    Compared to yesterday, much to my surprise I already felt tired... like I couldn''t brace myself to stand up and move any limbs from my body even though supposedly I only walkedsomewhere around100 steps.


    Opening my status screen to check my stamina, afrown formed on my face as I finished reading the status.


    Dehydration (Mild): +50% Stamina consumption. -50% Resistance to dizziness. Drink enough water to remove the status.


    Sleep deprivation (Low) : +50% Stamina consumption. -50 Resistance to sleep. Have enough and quality sleep to remove the status.


    As far as I knew, the troops supposed to be coming into another world = getting insane buff. Not series of negative status. If I was adding them to my other two stats, my stamina consumption was now 250%.


    Deciding to try and quantify it, I began tofeel dizzy in my head. No. This wasn''t because of my condition or Dehydration, I was just not a math person.But to put it roughly I guessed normally 5 stamina for an average person should be somewhere around 300 steps. While for me in a ''normal'' situation it should be somewhere around 200 steps.


    Aside from that, one such thought that only occurred to me after I read the statuswas the need for water. Not to mention If I truly was on a foreign planet thenboiling the water first to purify them would potentially be necessary. Who knew what sorts of foreign bacteria existed in the water. I didn''t know much about ''clean'' and ''hygienic'' but after spending some amount of time in a hospital, those two words had been ingrained into my mind.


    Sitting up and continued walking for a bit, my plan remained unchanged but I had another priority that crossed my mind.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    While creepingmy way and tiptoeing alongside the treeline. I kept looking at my surrounding, watching a group of wyverns like birds that had translucent fangs and claws with glowing patterns on the wing membrane and torso flying out from the trees, swaying out their scorpion-like tail.


    The indoor rainforest swayed softly, almost invitingly, and their steps had become rougher and stepper.Not to mention there were a lot of small, lavender-hued, ground-dwelling round plants that had prickly skins on the area in front of me. Searching for the path with less of those plants, I had tried to not step onto those plants but much to my surprise, I felt a sharp pain pierced my foot.


    Looking down, I saw their prickly skins sprung out from one of the plants like a spring-loaded spike. I didn''t know about their power but it was clear that the 10-cm spike had enoughsharpness to at least made my foot bleed.


    I frowned for a moment as I noticed I had walked into a field of landmines, but that frown immediately shifted into a small grin.


    I had found my other priority. Yes. It was the tool to defend myself. I didn''t need a real weapon though, just a stick with those sharp needle should be enough to scare the beast away from me. After all, even though the previous rhinoceros and lizard didn''t attack me, who would know if the other beast also wouldn''t attack me?


    But how did I extract the spikes?


    First thing first, with an extra caution I tiptoed my way to the edge of this minefield and as the result, I got stung several times even though my foot wasn''t stepped or anywhere near them.


    I gritted my teeth while wondering what happened. Curiously I crouched under a screen of giant leaves, just at the near end of this minefield and tried to touch one of the plants.


    There was a light sharp pain, even though there was quite a bit of distance between my finger and the plants... the spikes sprung out, piercing just right at the tip of my index finger.


    As I watched my blood dripping out to the bottom of the spike, almostas if the plant itself was sucking my blood away. Only to retract back after three seconds had passed.


    I didn''t know the mechanism behind those spikes but after knowing that fact. Once again I waved my hand at the top of the plants, and slowly moving it closer to the plants, and once again, almost instantly the spikes sprung out but this time, I managed to draw my hand back and used my other hand to grab the plant by its spike, pluck it from the ground and slam it to the nearby ground. Destroying the carcass in the process and scattering the spikes.


    "...."


    I said those were plants, but if I took a closer look, it was nothing more than atennis ball sized rock. The inside was filled with solid rock and there was no place or the mechanism of how the spikes could''ve just sprung out from it.


    This revelation once again reminded me that I was clearly not on Earth.Of course, I didn''t want to get stuck on thinking about a rock for too long, so byrepeatedly rubbed two spikes together, surprisingly I managed to sharpen the edge of one of the spike.


    Feeling contempt, Igathered the rest of the spikesand startedbreaking some saplings, thencutting some vines with thesharpened spike, and tied them together to create several arrows.


    Icut anothervine using the same sharpened spike, but this time I cut the vines into three part as if I was cutting a fish. Before I knew it, I had completely forgotten about my thirst and just kept focusing my attention to weave the vines together, creating a short but strong and flexible rope that I planned to use as a bowstring.


    The rest of the process was an easy part, at least for me. Back on Earth, I had created several handmade bows just for the hobby. They weren''t a good quality one but at the very least they could launch an arrow. Anyway, by feeling alone I could tell which wood that I could use as a bow.


    Once again I cut a sapling which was no taller than my own body. Placing the wood on the ground, I held it in place at the top with my right hand. Withmy other hand, I pressed lightly against its middle. The wood swivelleduntil its natural belly faced right to me, and its back faced out todetermine its natural curve.


    Wiping the sweats away from my forehead and resting for a while, after my Stamina had regenerated back to 5, which was somewhere about 20 minutes or so. I started theshaping process. I placed the bow to the side and startedmarking them seven centimetres above and below the centre point of the bow and covered them with the vines to create the handhold.


    Next, I placed the bottom end of the bow on my foot, and one hand atop the bow. With my other hand, Iused the sharpened spike to carefully shave the wood off from unyielding spots from the belly and only stoppedwhen both the upper and lower limbs curved similarly to each other. Then I cut notches that began at the sides and curved around toward the belly of the bow and in toward the handhold. Making the notches just deep enough to compromise the strength of the tips and hold the string in place.


    The next part was stringing the bow, which I did it almost as easy as breathing through my nose... though I sometimes had a hard time to control my breathing.


    Aside from the bow and arrow, I used the pointy part from the spikesto chip away one side of a large branch, forming a spear with a crude but sharp tip.


    Either way, those weaponsthemselves might not do muchin a real scenario, but having some kind of a weapon on my hand gave me an extra bit of confidence,