《Regarding my Reincarnation as an Incubus》


 Death - It wasnt even a pretty girl that killed me.

    A useless person.


    Graduating high school and applying to college that is the extend of my accomplishments.I don''t even attend my lectures.I did for about two weeks and then stopped.


    At 18 I got in a heavy depression I don''t even know why that is.After that I became heavily asocial not that i can''t communicate with people, it is just that I don''t like to.I was fairly popular in high school if i do say so myself.


    After I got over my depression or should I say got out if my self-pitying phase and accepted that there is no reason to live and that I just had to.I went ahead and started searching for any and all kinds of ¡®safe¡¯ entertainment, meaning in my home on my computer.


    That is not only justifying me being a NEET and a shut-in , it''s the truth, me not going out and jumping of a bridge or searching for some cheap thrill of life doing something dangerous is a favour to my mother I mean she has enough on her plate with having to support me and all that.


    Well that could be me selfish.Yeah probably me being selfing.Yes definitely me being selfish.There are a lot of people with the same and way worse circumstances yet they continue living and even struggle to survive but here I am whining about living a perfectly comfortable life.I guess that what depression is all about.Not that I have any real knowledge on the subject.


    So wallowing in my bedroom all day long I repeat the same thing every day with a subtle difference.Except the small changes like food there are two big ones I call them phases.The first one is the Fantasy phase, this one continues about two or three weeks where I search around for media that is a fantasy like or one that can not be in real life it is my means to escape reality my only crutch and coping method.


    Seeing myself in a situation that brings the best outcome for me is nice.My favorite of the Fantasy phase is stories about immortality for that is the reason I got depressed in the first place, the fear of death and the jumbled thought of ¡°If I am going to die anyway why must I do this or that?¡±.Life before civilization might have been better for me. ¡°I live to survive¡± ¡° I live to procreate¡±


    People back then had the instinct to live and even when civilization was just formed, it didn¡¯t just die out.There were other things to threaten your life-like ¡°We have to expand to have enough food¡± ¡°We have to protect ourselves from the neighboring tribe/country/empire¡±.There was always a HAVE TO but now what do you have to do , why must you do it?


    They say you have to work because you must have money for food.I say bull fucking shit.Do you know how fucking hard it is to die of hunger in a first world country you would have to be fucking stupid to do so.I mean It would be an achievement in on itself.Not that I have any experience being homeless and hungry but still.


    Anyway as life is now I could find no meaning to it if you would die anyways that is why I felt inclined to read stories about immortals there would be a meaning in that as you would have to live in the situation you place yourself for eternity.


    That aside the second phase was Lust.That was the most apt name I could give it.A period of time I have little recollection of but I know that in was filled media that anyone below 18 should not look for or at.Not that anyone would listen.


    Well I watched a lot of weird and really weird stuff that mainly came from Japan as media for a teenager searching for fantasy Japan would come on top and influenced by that I stepped in a realm I should not have.I should tell you in this time my asociality may have evolved in misanthropy.


    2 years have passed in this phase my twentieth birthday coming up so are my finals that I have no clue what I am going to do as I not touched a book to study you would think I would pick up a book that would increase my knowledge apparently I am not that depressed.Oh I am majoring philosophy, imagine that.What a joke.


    Yesterday I got a call from I girl who is in my major asking me why I didn¡¯t go and offered to help me pass my exams.Apparently I was such a pitiful existence that she just couldn''t leave me alone.Well of course she didn''t say that but I thought such.


    I was going to decline but still I am not so bad of a person. Someone trying to actively help me even telling me that she would just send me stuff to cheat with. It''s not like I had anything to do anyway.


    Walking down the hallway trying to remember if I have been here before, probably have.To my right was the girl who was going to help me , but I forgot all the details I mean when you have no interest in the information it''s really hard to retain it.


    ¡°So what were we doing again?¡±


    ¡°We are going to the psychology professor there are online test that you haven''t done so we are going to ask her to unlock them for you so you can make them.I have all the answers so no worries¡±


    Probably answering the same question for a third time, well not in a short span of time I mean I asked her twice yesterday and today once but still a person would be tired of answering the same thing over and over but as I look at her there was no indication of such.


    Her looks were at best average or below, to be honest I don¡¯t care enough to judge.If someone heard me, they would say ¡°good on you, you are not a shallow person¡±. Well they would be wrong it is not that I don''t care how a person looks. I don¡¯t care enough in general to bother with judging them.


    Hmm psychology if I explain what I am dealing with she may be more lenient I mean with her having the qualification of psychiatrist and all.But still this is the first time learning that I have a psychology class, maybe not but I don¡¯t remember. Selective memory and all.


    Why am I reminiscing about all this? Ah yes in the next moment round the corner just few feet to the psychology professor''s office. Before me is a scrawny little man who looks like has no confidence even in the steps he takes. Well not that I am one to talk. So why is this sort of person making such a scary face.


    ¡°KyaAAaAa¡±


    Oh the girl screamed looking right the girl looks deathly pale.Mmm why would she scream? Oh my ears are ringing for some reason. Eh? How did I hear her scream maybe my brain just lied to me adding information that not there and all that.Was there something like that? Something is climbing my throat. What? Am I barfing? Why All of a sudden? No. that''s not it. It''s climbing too slow. Turning to the insecure dude he¡¯s holding something.


    ¡°Why I even believed you! You said you would always be there for me! You lied to me. Writing with this psycho even going out the next day!¡±


    Oh jealousy? Mm. He really is insecure. I thought he just looked like that. Anyway why hasn¡¯t this girl stopped screaming and again with all the ringing that is happening.In the first place why is it so nosy isn''t this place of learning.Ah yes the thing he is holding.Eh? Weird that looks like a gun. Hummm? Why would he have that?


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    Oh yeah the liquid climbing my throat. Oh its red. Mm? Blood! Why did I figure this out so fast? I felt my cognitive functions are slowed. So why? Instincts maybe. I thought i didn''t have those. Well that would explain a lot of things the look back on my life, the constant screaming, the ringing noise, my slowed brain function, the gun pointed at me. Wait the last one should be the cause not something that is explained because I know I am bleeding.


    ¡°Hey are you ok? Please be okay. I don¡¯t want to be the reason for you to die.¡±


    ¡°Stay away you whore.This is your fault , see even you know that. If only you didn¡¯t go to another guy. Don¡¯t go near him!!!¡±


    The girl. What was her name again? Well never mind. She tried to come closer to help me. But still what a selfish reason not wanting me to die. I thought you were a better person with the helping and all. Maybe it was for self-gratification. Lets not judge on a single case. Yeah? She surely meant it in a good way. Not that I care either way.


    The dude stopped her however. Eeeeh? What¡¯s with the blaming someone else in this situation. First time seeing a real life yandere. I thought they were all female. Guess I was wrong.


    Furthermore couldn''t he follow the trend and go with a knife or something. I might have had a chance to dodge or something.Well not where he was standing right after the turn but still ,maybe he misses a major organ going for the stomach with the knife and I survive. A bullet to the chest is not that survivable. Or maybe it is. How should I know? Looks like it''s near the heart. I think.


    ¡°Pfff¡±


    I spit one more mouthful of blood. Well that I ain''t gonna survive is quite obvious with the flashback and all. Do all dying people see that. Well fuck whomever designed it that way, I sure as hell didn''t want to see my life. It was boring as hell.


    Oh? I fell on my knees. Well for slowed cognitive functions I sure as hell thought of a lot of things. Wait maybe it''s the other way around. I have slowed perception of time and my brain can''t keep up.Mmm. That would explain things.


    I started shivering. Am i cold? No, that''s not it. Scared? Looking up I see the shivering dude. Am i scared by this shit head? No, that''s not it. Death? Yeah apparently i am scared of death. Fuck that , I spent the last two years wanting to die and you are saying I am scared of death. Fuck that!


    [Confirmed.Evolving skill [Stable mind] into skill [Unshakable mind]......Successful]


    Ugh what?Am I being delusional. Well it''s to be expected i am bleeding out after all. I look straight in the eye of the fuck face that killed me. Not gonna ask nothing , just look and look and look and look. The meaning of course ¡®Why the fuck did you shoot me?¡¯


    ¡°It your fault for trying to steal what is mine. You are to blame for your death.¡±


    What a convenient way to look at things. So it was my fault. Was he really expecting me to be like ¡°Oh okay.¡±. Idiot. What did I steal anyway. Looking to the right I remember , he was a yandere, this guy. Why did I forget in the first place. I guess busy dying and all. But I was a little pissed off. In the first place she was the one who called me , second is.


    ¡°I fucking hate NTR you stupid piece of shi-pfpfff¡±


    Ah shouldn¡¯t have been worked up. I felt like I was spitting a bucket of blood. Oh can¡¯t keep on my knees. I¡¯m falling. Looking at the shit face he looks regretful, well too late anyways. In the first place the reason a developed misanthropy is because of this. I know not who I hate more the stealing sons of bitches or the broken fucking whores.


    I don¡¯t know who I pissed of but when I was in the phase of lust when I was the horniest and the most worked up. I would always come upon a NTR. The first time as I was too worked up I didn¡¯t pay in any mind but when I was what i was looking at after finished.I ran to the toilet and barfed until there was nothing in my stomach.


    Well I know in the real world it is not like that.I think.I hope. I beg? Not that I am one to talk I mean being a proud hedonist. Well that¡¯s the closest I can categorize myself as. If there is an asocial lazy hedonist that would be me.I know that moral character should trump base desire and all that, But as a person who quit going to lectures because of morals and ethics and can¡¯t say much. I mean who the fuck are you to tell me what to do Socrates or whoever that was.


    That is to say maybe I am as insecure as the fuck face but for the safety of others and myself I chose to stay to myself. My mother encouraged me to get into a relationship thinking it would have helped me out of my little world. But I just couldn¡¯t. Not after what I have seen. I may have turned into the piece of shit I am looking at right now. Thank god I stayed at home.


    If there was some way to know for sure that the woman would not betray you and would always be with you and would always help you with everything, I would be happy. But that¡¯s just me being selfish again.


    [Confirmed.Acquiring unique skill [You are Mine!]¡­¡­ Successful]


    Again with that? Well anyway I am dying huh? I always wanted to accomplish something but I just lied to myself. Because I was afraid that I would not be able to do it or that I wouldn¡¯t have enough time.Something like a wood craftsman or a painter or something but I wanted to be a genius or something so that I don¡¯t have to learn so much.Selfish again. I wanted to become a master craftsmen of anything , doesn¡¯t matter what. Or maybe make an item that can do anything that would be nice.


    [Confirmed. Acquiring skill [Genius Artisan]¡­¡­ Successful]


    [Confirmed. Acquiring skill [Master of all Craft]¡­¡­ Successful]


    [Confirmed .Acquiring skill [Peerless Enchanter]¡­¡­ Successful]


    Does everybody hear voices when they die.Well even if I wanted that, I lost my will too fast. I even lost my will to live. I blame evolution ,that the only thing I can blame. If I had the instinct to live maybe my life would have turned out another way. But that is not enough even if I had the instinct to live it would have been the same, I mean I kept myself alive under moral obligation. I want the instinct to improve to, to know what to do , to defend myself with the situation like shitbag here. I want an instinct for everything that can have an instinct.


    [Confirmed.Acquiring skill [Survival Instinct]¡­¡­ Successful.Continuing to evolve [Survival Instinct] into Unique skill [Primal Instinct]¡­¡­ Successful]


    Well would you look at that. I guess wishes come true but even I acquire something so great now, I am just a few seconds from dying.Well fuck.


    I hope dipshit over here gets what coming to him. That was a redundant thought.


    I hope mother won¡¯t be sad that I died. She¡¯ll probably be. She''s that kind of selfish person. If someone close to her die she¡¯d be sad. Or maybe that¡¯s normal.Am I the weird one? I mean there are thousands of people dying every day. How am I special? It got dark. Goodnight.

 White Room , Race and Primal Instinct

    Boom Boom Boom Boom.What is the this booming sound.I¡¯m trying to sleep!Crack! There was the sound of glass breaking and I felt myself falling down.


    ¡°Ugh¡±


    Feeling pain in my back.Wondering what the fuck is happening I try to open my eyes.But it is hard and I feel sticky all over. Then I felt like I heard a voice in my mind then a second then a third,forth,fifth and then ten,fifty, hundred and then it started hurting like hell I felt my mind splitting. What is going on?


    After I asked myself that I felt the voices climb thousand times faster.Stop.Please stop.The pain. stop. Stop. Stoop. STOP. STOOOP.


    ¡°STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP¡±


    And all quieted down like nothing happened.Like all the pain was a lie.Was it a lie? I feel my mind is blank at the moment , it''s kind of nice peaceful. Trying to open my eyes is hard it''s like they are stuck together with something. So using my hand I try to scrape whatever it is of them but that just adds more on top as my hand were covered in it too.


    It took a while to clear my eyes but looking around it was not a pretty sight. Not that it was that bad but it did not bring me pleasure. All over the floor there was a white sticky substance and being all over of course it was all over me. Reminding me of something that I would not like to be covered with. And being such does not feel good. Being in this quantity covering at least 4 meters in diameter it surely isn¡¯t what it''s reminding me of but still I don¡¯t even want to think its name for I shall barf the next second.


    Ignoring the unwanted things and widening my view what I see is a crystal as big as two grown man split in two on either side of me. It was hollow with purple coloring and split in the middle. Each piece was hanging from pillar that was at least two meters tall.


    Trying to get up for a better vantage point slipping about and almost falling a few times I finally get up. Looking around i see that I am in some kind room. Not very big 5x5 m. The room being pure white, except the crystal, is hard on the eyes especially since I feel like I haven¡¯t used them in a while. Unexpectedly they adapt faster they I thought they would.


    Ah! There is something else besides the crystal its whitish or is it transparent either way it was hard to see with sensitive eyes. It''s a ball , reminds me of the crystal balls that psychics use. It was on something like a table but it had one leg and the table surface was just a little bigger than the ball itself.


    That was everything I could see no door, no window and no lights.Ah! How can I see if there are no lights. Looking around confirming that there is no source of light but it is bright in here. Observing closer I see that it is the walls that are the source of light. Fuck I¡¯m in a real white room. Heard somewhere they are used for torture. No if that was it, there wouldn¡¯t be any other things in the room except me.


    Waiting for something to happen but nothing does. So I wait some more. Surely something will happen. So I wait. One minutes, two minutes , three minutes , ten minutes , half an hour then an hour. I¡¯m getting bored even I would lose my patience after so long. I don¡¯t even know how I lasted.


    Doing the only thing available for me to do I approach the crystal ball. Standing before it and eyeing it closer. It is transparent. So what do I do now? Lets try touching it. Nothing bad could happen right? What''s the worst result? I die?


    ¡°Pfft¡±


    I almost laughed. I held it in. I apologize to all that have died. Even I think it¡¯s bad to laugh at death. Maybe. Whatever. AH! Now that I think about it wasn¡¯t I dying? What happened? Did I survive? Highly unlikely. Then what ? Did the simulation end? No, that doesn¡¯t make sense. If it was some kind of simulation I would have memories before it and even if it looks like I slept in that crystal shouldn¡¯t it be some kind of techno pod.


    AHHHH! Too many questions not enough clues to go by.So first touch this stupid ball. It''s obvious that it placed there for that sole reason. And go! Mhm? Nothing thats strange I was sure something would happ----.


    ¡°AAAAAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGAG¡±


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    Ughh! What the fuck happened.Calm down..Calm down Breath in , breath out. Seems like I passed out. From what? Answer: information overload. Apparently the crystal ball was some kind of memory device or more apt name is a memory magic artifact. How!? Breath in, breath out. OK why am I being surprised that I know this. It''s in the name of the fucking artifact.


    OK , first things first.This is a different world. So for the time being sort out the most important information. Where is this? The name appears to be Last Hope. Why Last hope? Basically it was literally their last hope. Whose? The race known as Incubus. Ugh! The information is all jumbled up I should go chronological.


    So supposedly there was a race named Incubus. Closest relative being the Succubus. Why not the same race? That is a question debated. It is said that they are the same race but yet not and that stems from the way they feed. Succubi a being that feeds on the essence or seed of a male and Incubus that feeds on the emotion and desire. Though that only applies on the lowest of the low in both races almost without any consciousness and going by base desire either to feed or pleasure.Higher ranked ones have no need for that but can become stronger faster if they do.


    They being a race dependent or mostly reliant on others to survive they have developed and evolved in the way of controlling people be it by desire or other ways. But they had taught themselves immortal and invincible. Which is almost always no the truth and had began expanding their race without abandon before long they were one of the biggest empires know.


    That being said and showing no stopping in their expanding all other races, kingdoms and empires were mildly said frightened. So an alliance was formed between everything and everyone. Past enemies became brothers in arms. But the Incubus knew nothing of it with their overflowing pride just continued to do theirs and paid no mind to anyone else.


    Imagine how surprised they were when at their borders there was an allied army that the incubus and succubus empire''s population can¡¯t number a tenth of. At that I could only pity them and how stupid they are.


    That being said the outcome was obvious and from there came project Last Hope. Previous name being The Perfect Being. So their proudest project that continued for thousands of years became their last straw that they could hang on.


    The project being me. Imagine that. What it basically entails is selective breeding for the sole purpose of forced evolution and The Perfect Being as the project states. The result being me, left in the middle of nowhere in a some kind incubation crystal.


    That is all that I needed to know. So it was like that. Other useful information is how to use my natural abilities and skills. I remember something about skills. So I search in myself and there it is. Mmm? What''s that it looks like it being suppressed by something. Why? It''s like it is trying to claw out. So I let it.


    ¡°Ugh¡±


    It was the voices again but this time there was no gradual climbing it was like being hit by a truck. Suppress it . Suppress it. Ok. Success. That was painful. This time I let just a little bit out. And I feel it. It is not voices it just unprocessed information being slammed in my mind. So this is similar to the information overload while back. Just coming from inside me.


    Is there a way to get the information somehow processed? YES! It was like a baseball thrown at the highest speed right at my head. Ugh. Preparing myself I ask ¡®How?¡¯ Boom it was akin to being slammed with a sledge-hammer. But still an answer came. It being follow your instincts.


    Well sheesh thanks. Still I do as told? Can''t really categorize that being told something. Nevertheless trying to do it turned out easier than imagined. Well following your instinct should be instinctual. Ugh redundancy at its best.


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    Following that I find out interesting information. Apparently the voices as I called them is just information gathered by my instincts with the skill [Primal Instincts]  and being force-fed to me without a filter. Now applying the filter it being skill [Unshakable Mind] I have easy access to information I should usually not have.


    Such as [Primal Instincts] not being a real unique skill yet at the same time is. With that I mean is that every primal or first of every species gets it but it has different effect on every creature. If a species is powerful to begin with, it unlock every instinct that it could ever have and it could become a peerless monster. But if it was a weak to begin with it may not have access to many instincts so that being said it would be just average.


    Well me being the pinnacle of a race that was already there you can imagine what that means. What I don¡¯t like is that I may have gone insane if I did not have [Unshakable Mind]. It the price for being the top I guess other species at most be more loyal to their instinct but me I would just be a bundle of it and nothing else.


    It seems that I am a new species that being Incubus Lord or something like that. What that entails I have no clue and [Primal Instincts] can¡¯t answer me that because it is just my subconscious feeding me information. It can¡¯t answer something that it has none of. It may have answers that I could never perceive but it has to get it from somewhere.


    All I can get at the moment is that I have superb physical capabilities and all abilities an Incubus should have. Well superb physical capabilities is only based on the knowledge I already have and not in this world but still I should not be wrong the muscle mass on this body is at least two or if not three times as denser than a human.


    [Unshakable Mind] is just as it states. A mind impervious to any and all mental affiliations. Meaning mental attacks of any kind would not work on me. The same goes for instincts if they try to tamper with my mind if I don¡¯t let them it is impossible. Mind over body and all that.


    The other skills I can guess what they are based on their names only the unique skill [You are Mine] I have only a semblance of what it might be. But at the moment that is not important as I have no need for it at this time.


    Now I have to get out of the room. Looking back at the crystal I can only wonder how they made it. It is made that the moment it notices a conscience inside of it would break, anything else it is invulnerable to. The booming sound that I heard were in reality my heartbeat.As for why I heard them so loudly I have no Idea. The solution that I was placed in is some kind of mana liquid that improves the body to the best condition it can but is limited in what it can do. Meaning that the body could be improved with training.


    As for getting out of a room without any windows or doors it is simple.Placing my hand at the wall and directing my instincts to do what I want. Feeling hot energy flowing through my body to my hand and into the wall. The whole room disappears the only thing left is a platform with the two columns that held the crystals.Where the room disappeared to I have no idea. As for the hot energy it is of course mana.


    I am glad I have [Primal Instincts] because it makes me genius at almost everything I could think of. Maybe it has some limitations but for now I don¡¯t see it. It might have taken me a really long time to get out of the room if not for it.


    Looking around I am in the middle of a forest. I really am in the middle of nowhere I thought the crystal ball was kidding. Well that is not a problem with [Primal Instincts] I am literally made for the forest. Not that I would want to waste more time than necessary in it.


    Now that I think about it how did the Incubus think I would survive here if I didn¡¯t have my skills or memory. The memory crystal didn¡¯t have any useful battle or survival abilities maybe one or two like charm but would that even work on the beast that I am sure are in this forest. Let¡¯s not think about that.


    What I need at the moment I food. I can feel myself starting to starve. I have had no intake of any kind of food since I was born and this is a fully grown body. Somehow the magic liquid kept me in top shape but not that I am out of it I have to find food.


    So I let what I can only call scavenger instinct, because its purpose is finding any and all food sources, flow through me. But I don¡¯t let it take over I just let it guide me. Following its directions I maneuver through the trees with ease. At first I doubted I could do it but after five minutes, it just feels natural.


    It took more time than I thought but my first find is a mushroom of a kind. Still I go to pick it up wondering if it edible. At that moment several instincts fire up. Things like survival instinct, danger instinct and a few others I don''t know. Mm. That¡¯s convenient. Apparently it is poisonous. For now I shall leave it be even though it''s not poisonous on touch.


    Anyway just a few meters away there is a fruit on a tree that look like an apple just longer. With a hop I propel myself up a branch reach out and seeing there is no indication of anything grab it. Feel so good in this body if I was in my previous one I would have had to climb for at least a minute to reach the fruit.


    Going around the forest. Collecting fruit and other edibles in thirty minutes I am full. Everything I ate looked similar to fruits of earth and had similar tastes but had subdue differences. I wonder how that is possible and is everything similar or just some that I have come across. Probably the latter.


    Now that I was full. I didn¡¯t know what to do. But thinking along the lines different world and forest , of course I would go to the conclusion beasts. YAY. Let¡¯s go hunt some. I have to learn how fight anyway. If the world is as I think it is. With war being fought and some memories left in the memory crystal. My gut tells me it''s a dog eat dog world. Power is justice. And my gut can¡¯t be wrong I have a skill for it.


    So thinking of the best way to find worthy prey I let my instinct of danger flow at a controlled pace though me and I feel it. There is something perceived as danger to my right about two hundred meters from here. So of course I head there.


    What meets me there is as small group of wolves, couldn¡¯t be called a pack as there are only three of them. Watching them from behind of tree with instinct of the predator on full, maybe I should have forgone the danger one. I watch carefully. Should be able to take them.


    Activating the only battle useful ability in the memory crystal - body manipulation, with it I can control my body as I wish. So I extend my nails longer and make them hard with the use of mana, this is basic mana application - body strengthening. Filled with battle Instinct I get ready.


    ¡°And let a smile out by instinct. Heh. Worst joke ever. This is going to be fun¡±


    With a smile I leap at the three ferocious looking wolves.


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    P.S. Fucking hate info dump chapters. Still has to be done and I even skimmed a lot. Sorry about the cliffhanger if it is even such but I am writing at 5 am where I am at. :D


    Btw Thx for the review.About the mc. What can I say maybe I didn¡¯t portray it well enough it basically a person that insecure about a lot of things and is self-deceiving himself by placing a ¡°I don¡¯t give fuck about anything¡± blanket over himself.If you noticed he had [Stable Mind](if that can even be called stable, let''s call it some semblance of stability)  before it evolved. Not that it would matter later in the story [Unshakable Mind] just negates those insecurities. The first chap is just there to throw skills at him nothing else :D

 Chapter 3 - First fight , Crafting and Looks

    Letting a ferocious smile on my face. Cornering the tree and crouching to get a better leaping power. I ready my clawed hand behind me. For the first one I shall aim at an instant kill. Focus.


    Having the power in my legs explode I surge forward with incredible speed. I would have been startled by the velocity I achieved if [Unshakable Mind] was not controlling my emotions. In a flash I was in front of the closest wolf.


    The unsuspecting Canine was close enough so I let out something akin a drawn back uppercut. The difference is that it was more like a slash than a punch. With my claws outstretched my hand slides through the creature''s neck with ease. But I had not thought out this in detail as I still had momentum and I rammed into the profusely bleeding sob. Hitting my side as my right hand was still in the air after the hit. With a shift of balance I am somehow able to stabilize myself and not follow the pup tumbling on the ground.


    When I find my footing I lift my gaze towards the rest of the group. The two being startled by all the noise and assessing what has happened glare at me with murderous intent. Being stared at with such I would find it disconcerting to say the least if it was in normal circumstances , but at the moment all I feel is different kinds of instincts rushing to be let free. The forerunners being battle instinct and survival instinct. But I deem that [Primal Instinct] is not meant to be used like I do. Only letting out one at a time. No it is meant to be a mix and match so that I can come to the best outcome of any given situation.


    It¡¯s like this. If I let my battle instinct let loose , I would be too immersed in the heat of combat that I may miss an impending danger that is laying in wait somewhere. So I let go of categorizing the different instincts and allow all of them to flow in a controlled stream in me. Letting it guide me not control me.


    The moment I did was like a floodgate opening. All kind of information streaming in me but not overwhelming me neither hindering me. Just enhancing every sensation and sense that I have.


    Looking at the wolves that have started rushing towards me. I feel nothing but indifference. Even without me controlling my emotions. They are slow. That is the only thing that I can call them. The first one leaping towards me with slobbering nozzle trying to rip my throat out. Stretching my left hand out I place it on the left side of the snout and just turn it to the right.


    *crack*


    There was a crack. It¡¯s neck broken. Feeling a little weird because I had only the intention to turn its face away from me. I underestimated my power. I had moved slowly and precisely but that is through my eyes. The wolf most probably never saw me move. The last of the group still foolishly tries to kill me, I just ends its life with a jab to its scalp. My claws piercing it like it''s made of butter. With that my first battle ends.


    Now to reflect. The first thing I found out is that I can¡¯t blindly trust my instincts. In the first attack I was pumped full of predatory and battle instincts and thought nothing than to kill my opponent. The result was I almost fell and put myself in a disadvantageous position. The second being finding the right way to use [Primal Instinct]. Not to limit it to one aspect.


    The most important of my finding however is that I had a big misconception of [Unshakable Mind]. At first I thought that it just shut off all things that can meddle with my mind. That it killed my emotions and didn¡¯t let my instincts take over. That was incorrect. In reality it suppressed them to the limit. At the beginning of the fight the rush of excitement. Was me involuntarily letting excitement flow through me because that is what I was expecting of the fight.


    With that in mind I let my constrained emotions flush out of me. And I felt fear, excitement , feeling of power and a lot of insecurities fighting for supremacy. That is to be expected the first three are the result of the battle and the latter is my default but amplified as I am in a new world with no guarantee that I would survive in the next five minutes.


    Feeling a little disgusted of myself. I dampen the insecurities to a minimum. If I left them be they would hinder my every movement and I would accomplish nothing again. But I don¡¯t kill them in their entirety. They are needed especially in world like the one I think this one is. Insecure person is not good , but a perfectly secure one is out of the question too. I think the Incubus race learned that lesson for me.


    Sitting down at the damp bloody ground but paying it no mind. I start fiddling with my emotions. Nothing serious lowering negative ones. Moderating positive ones that could turn negative if in access. This kind of stuff. After about five minutes I am done.


    Getting up and looking around spreads a sad picture before me. Three wolves each in their out pool of blood. That made me notice two things.


    The first being I am clean. I mean there is no blood or the sticky mana liquid anywhere on me. I would find this weird if not for a spark of memory that let me know what is going on. Basically it¡¯s a natural ability of the Incubus. At the beginning they were not like this but being a sex demon entails a lot of sticky situations. And to clean themselves they used a life magic called Clean. What it does is literally as the name states. The incubus all using the magic millions of times in their lifespan it somehow integrated itself in their DNA. so they became a race that is always clean no matter what.


    Of all the magic they could integrate in their DNA it had to be the simplest of all. Well I won¡¯t complain it is useful. The second thing I noticed is ¡­..  I am naked. How I didn¡¯t notice this until now is beyond me. Looking down I saw something that pleased me immensely. As expected of a sex demon race. The tools of their trade are superb.


    That aside. Leaving the dead wolves here pooling blood is dangerous. So I use the prided magic of the Incubus. Clean. And I feel the air freshening, there is no smell of blood anymore. The pools of blood disappear and I go as far as to ¡®clean¡¯ the blood inside the wolves bodies.


    As for how I did all that. Instinct. The magic system of this world is apparently instinct based or image based. As for the names for the magic they are a helping hand. A guide to help you built a solid image in your mind. There are even chants but are only used in a learning phase as kids.


    Me having [Primal Instinct] is an all cheat.Making me genius in everything but in magic it shows the most. If I have enough mana and know what I want to do , I just have to let my instincts guide me and it will happen.


    So me being naked before three wolves and me having three different crafting skills, there is one outcome. Choosing the wolf with the least damaged fur first. It being the one with a broken neck, not that I would leave the other two. I have to start with skinning it. Not knowing what I''m doing I¡¯ll just let [Primal Instinct] [Genius Artisan] and [Master of all Craft] take care of it.


    And take care of it they did. All I had to do was make cuts at right places, apply pressure here and there and start skinning it. I make it sound easy but if I had to learn from scratch with no help what so ever? I think it would have taken me years to take out a hide with this little damage done on it.


    Now then done with the first one I move to the others. It took little over thirty minutes to finish with all of them. With more practice I will do it faster. Looking at the three pelt and thinking of what to do with them , but there are not a lot of options. So I settle on a tribal design. One with wolf head as a hood. I won¡¯t make a vest or shirt. Only a cloak with a hood and short for the bottom. As for shoes I have to find a way to harden the leather. AH! I got it. This should work.


    For the cloak there really wasn¡¯t much to do only make the shape and find something to hold it on me. For that I use a vine that I found near by. On it I used [Peerless Enchanter] for the first time. Now getting a clear image of what I want - It has to be tough but flexible. Repeating that in my mind. I feel mana flowing through me into the vine and solidifying there. Looks like it was a success.


    If there was a prompt like a game, there would be [Toughness Up] or something akin to that. Opening a hole on both sides of the shaped hide I thread the vine through it and making a knot on both sides so that it doesn¡¯t get out. For the finish I have to enchant it with something.


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    Thinking of what to enchant it with. I chose something simple because of my previous enchant I learned that enchanting takes a lot of mana. Usually enchanting is done with some kind of catalyst but I have no such thing. I also feel that pure mana enchants are better but not everyone can do it. At least based on the memory crystal.


    So thinking in these lines I chose self-cleaning and small self repair. Those are the most used and least draining enchants , says the memory crystal. Setting a clear image of what I want to do. I push mana into the cloak and feel it seeping into it. It takes a lot longer and drains me of so much mana that I feel like I will pass out.


    Finally done , I let out a long sigh. Least draining like hell. The toughness up one was at least a thousand times easier. That being said that was on an item a hundred times smaller and it was just a composition change, this one is a continuous effect so it is to be expected to be more draining.


    Ugh. Mana deprivation is like severe sleep deprivation, on top of that a feel a hole in my stomach like I haven¡¯t eaten in weeks. I just ate an hour ago. Well you can¡¯t argue with your body. You can but it¡¯s not advisable. Looking at the wolves, they look mighty delicious at the moment. Gathering sticks and wood pieces as fast I can. Making a little pile I cast (Ignite) life magic and in the pile a fire has started.


    I feel even worse after that. Anyway how do I even cook this thing. For now I cut a leg off and place it over the fire and wait. After some time when I feel it''s ready, I take it of the fire and take a piece to try. What can I say , it¡¯s not bad. That however is maybe only for me because I cheated a little and shut of most of my negative sensations before eating. So I can say with ease it is good for me.


    After finishing a whole wolf I am stuffed. After just laying on the ground for some time and waiting for my mana to fully recover, I get to work again. So what I need to do for the shorts is find a suitable sewing material but as I am in the forest I have to improvise. I¡¯ll take a vine and split in thin strings enchant them and done.


    Making the shorts and enchanting them with the same thing as the cloak took about half an hour. To rest and refill mana supply took another fifteen minutes. Last was the shoes this is going to take the most time and most mana. First I made sole sewing few pieces of leather together and using Hardening enchant on the bottom piece to make it stable and softening enchant on the top to make it comfortable for the foot. The rest I did almost entirely on instinct because it is fucking hard to make. Finishing I added final enchantment of self-repair and cleaning as well as softening once more.


    Finishing that I felt like dying so I finished the last wolf. If I continue eating at this pace I have, I will have to hunt food 10 times my body size everyday. That however is unlikely to happen as I am almost done with making my gear. All that¡¯s left is a backpack and a weapon. So I made them as fast as I could. The backpack took the last pelt and I made a bone dagger enchanted with hardening filled with most of my mana.


    I didn¡¯t think this through, now I have no food and am mana deprived. Ugh. I have to expand my mana capacity soon. At the moment it is still at the level of a newborn Incubus maybe a little more. Even if that is so , it is still almost as much as untrained adult human. So It is only relatively small.


    Now then. Donning my new equipment I get ready to find more food and I have to find a water source soon. Pulling on my hood sends a shiver down my spine. Ha ha. I must look so cool, now I want to find some water to see my reflection. Now that I think about it I don¡¯t even know how I look. Onward.


    Going around the forest relying on my instincts I scavenge food and go to where I feel there might be a river. Walking for about half an hour , I have had my fill with fruits and am not hungry anymore. Hearing the sound of water I go there.


    It¡¯s a shallow river , the current in slow. There are fishes swimming against it but as I just stuffed myself. I don¡¯t feel like fishing. Maybe later for now let¡¯s see how I look.


    Going closer to the river a little excitement climbs my stomach. Heh. Lo and behold for I am the wolf chief. Looking at the reflection I see a boy who has half his face covered with a black wolf head, the other being in the shadow. The hood continues down and becomes a coat of the whole black wolf. The front legs of the wolf following the hands of the boy. The rest is free-flowing with the exception of a vine that keep it all together. On his legs are simple leather pants and boots.


    ¡°Heeeh. So I was little , I just thought everything''s bigger in this world, especially the wolves. So this is the pinnacle of the Incubus race. I thought it would be more like mmm , mature would be the right word. What would the reason be for this body. I can feel it¡¯s built for the pinnacle of agility but still. It is even full-grown. Well, now for the grand reveal. Ah!?¡±


    Being a little surprised was an understatement. After I removed my hood I could just stare blankly at the water. What is this? Is this even fair?! What was before me could only be said as perfect. I know everyone has preferences and if one like one thing may not like another but this. It could not be explained in words. Something that you would just want to gaze for time immemorial.


    It was a boys face that is for sure. Even if everybody finds it as beautiful you would know that it is a male. With perfect symmetry it displayed purplish eyes that could just suck you in and not let go. Perfect white skin and rosy lips. Being forced to acknowledge that this was a male with all the feminine features is a paradox in itself.


    Being lost in my own eyes for a few moments, I turn to look at the rest of my features. My eyebrows are just slightly curved and my hair is pure black that flows down straight down and flows like silk at the same time.


    Just admiring myself for a while I finally get out of my stunned state. So this is the pinnacle of the Incubus race. I get it. If it had been a feminine face, someone who likes rough features would not like it and vice versa. There are others examples but this one is the most prominent. But this face has everything. Maturity in the eyes , childishness in the face,  sternness in the brow , femininity and softness in lips and many more if you search for it you can find something you like, even if you try not to.


    So this is what thousand of years of controlled breeding and forced evolution gets you. The Incubus may have been stupid in political sense but they were pure geniuses in biology. I can only applaud them and thank them for the generous gift they didn''t even know they were making.


    ¡°With this face world domination is but a small matter. Ha ha Ha. Not that I have any such ambitions. Still for now let us find civilization.¡±


    Trying my hardest and tearing my eyes off from my reflection I start walking against the river current. That was how you find a populated town If I remember correctly. Close to a water source.


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    P.S.


    whomightub3 you are totally correct and thx for the criticism. It is the reality that my grammar sucks so does my writing style and you would bleed out of your eye sockets if you see an unedited version. It is sad however that I can not fix that in a short amount of time. I try to expand my vocabulary but it doesn¡¯t work out that well. Not being about to bring the best out of my story saddens me the most. As for the clone-account review - I feel you , I have no faith in humanity either :D.


    P.P.S.


    If you haven¡¯t noticed I kind of suck at describing things but still I try to bring a little depth in the story and I forget a lot of things and miss out on stuff that I should have written but forgot . So for those who at the moment are like - ¡°Wtf the mc is a shota fuck this shit!¡±. At least it''s only the third chapter. I totally forgot to write how he looked like because I had an imagine in my head. Oh and just so that we are on the same page the mc is 20 years of age mentally and the body is full-grown and *this is a little spoiler* more than fifty years old. So be warned I haven¡¯t used English for anything more than the extend of reading something since 8th grade which was more than 7 or 8 years ago. I am sure I have missed something again. Ugh. I feel like my ps is longer than the chap. That¡¯s fucked up :D

 Chapter 4 - First flaw , Disappointment and Storage

    Following the river for two days I am kind of getting tired. There is nothing to do here, avoid some danger I sense in the distance, look for something to eat and walk and walk and walk. Still after the first hour I just cut my feeling of boredom and everything is fine. Heh. I even taught myself to fish. As well as you can anyway with a hand-made fishing pole and fruit I felt appropriate as improvised bait. That was how people before modern materials fished or with spears so I was doing fine. I had an all you can eat fish buffet.


    In the two days I learned three things. The first one being fishing with the boredom turned way down is relaxing as fuck. The second is that nobody''s perfect including me. So I found my first biological flaw. Even if the Incubus race were biological geniuses they are not heaven defying, but I feel like if they had a few more millennia they would have figured it out.


    My flaw being my normal mana training sucks. Usually an Incubus or any race for that matter can train their mana capabilities. There are a few ways. Them being using your mana continuously like muscles, circulating your mana so that it flows more naturally in your body and so that you can intake more, training your body so that you are a better vessel for mana, purifying it so that you can have more magical power for the same amount and even meditating.


    I tried them all and the only one that showed results is purifying my mana. That being said for that biological sacrifice there of course was an enormous boon. This boon being that my natural ability to devour emotions has been made to be at least ten times more efficient. They made a little retrogression going back to the roots. The conclusion being - I have to find myself women to devour.


    The third thing I found out is interesting to say the least. Essentially what it etails is my fiddling with my emotions has produced a happy-go-lucky and childish personality. I guess I should have expected that. Dampening all negative emotions will do that to a person.


    Still it doesn¡¯t hinder me at all and doesn¡¯t change my core personality, which is more passive and observing one. It would be more appropriate to call it being in put in a childish mood.And it fits perfectly with my outer appearance so I shall not meddle with it for now. It feels nice to find joy in almost everything but if I find any demerit I shall fix it as soon as I can.


    So sitting under the sun I have plopped my fishing pole in the ¡®already something more like a river than a creek¡¯ and was smiling from ear to ear. The reason of my enormous smile was not the fishing however, as fun and relaxing it can be. The reason for my smile was that I will finally meet a person. As for what person exactly I am not sure.


    As I haven¡¯t technically met them I can only imagine who they are. So being deep in the forest full with monsters I just hope it¡¯s something like a fiery hot elven huntress, a big breasted elven huntress or an elegant looking elven huntress. The difference between those you ask. Well in reality nothing but a different part of the same fruit can bring different tastes but I mean random encounter in the forest has to be an elf right?


    I found the presence about a thousand meters away and when I did my first thought was to go meet it. But I rethought and felt it was better to let it come closer first.I could feel it move in my direction so I will scout it out to find if it there is any danger.


    Locking all my feelers on her I follow her a she comes closer and closer. At little more than two hundred meters she suddenly stopped. I could feel her search for something and then I notice something locking on to me. At first I was surprised and sensed around to see what was locking on to me but when I figured it out I could only sigh because of my stupidity.


    I was so absorbed in monitoring her that I totally forgot to hide my presence or to at least mask it. What was I even thinking? That I was the only creature with any senses. Of course she will have some way to sense presences from a distance being a presumed huntress. Well too late , I can only regret now.


    She stopped for a moment but then just changed direction towards me and continued on. Guess she wants to meet up too. I don¡¯t feel any bad intentions. So I decided to make good impression so I sit on a nearby stump and get out my fishing rod and start fishing.


    So here I am grinning like an idiot imagining my first meeting with a person from another world. This is going to be soo cool. I take my hood off. It has become a habit of being always on because it protects me from the sun glare. I also added a small heat resistance on all my equipment , just enough to keep me comfortable. That was the best I could do until I expand my mana capacity.


    I wonder what her reaction is going to be. I mean she is about to meet what is coined ¡®Perfect Being¡¯ so it''s going to be something special. I can just imagine her shock and wonder. After that she¡¯s just gonna fall on her knees and thank the gods for the blessing they have given her. Mmm. Do I sound narcis-


    ¡°Hey.¡±


    Oh already behind me. I was so lost in thought that I forgot all about it. I even froze up a little. So embarrassing. But wait I feel something wrong. What could it be? I still feel no hostility or any kind of danger. So what could it be?


    ¡°Hey. You don¡¯t have to be scared I mean no harm.¡±


    ¡° W-wh-whaat?¡±


    Turning around with a fast twist I stare with shock. I-I-I¡¯m not scared. I¡¯m *sneakily unblocks anger* angry! What the fuck is this shit! I guess it''s my fault for assuming but still. What the fuck! Shouldn¡¯t events follow a template here and send my way a beautiful elven huntress or even send a naked goddess flying into the river or something like that! I know there is 50/50 chance that it was a male. But a Male! For fucks sake I¡¯m bonafide Incubus here shouldn''t I be a whirlpool for females! *turns of anger*


    Ugh. I feel like it¡¯s healthy to vent but obsessive anger is bad. Looking towards the man who called me I feel defeat for some reason. I feel like crying even though I have locked most depressive feeling away.


    ¡°Hey now no need to cry as I said I won¡¯t hurt you. What happened? Are you lost? Where are your parents?¡±


    Uh? He¡¯s still here? Yeah, what did I expect anyway? For him to magically disappear and be replaced by a beautiful female? I guess I should douse my hopes. No matter how magical this world is, this is not happening. But did I really look like I was going to cry? I guess. Haaaah


    Anyway looking at the man I note two things. The first being, I was right. HE is an elf, and HE is a hunter. I mean what the fucks with that. The most important factor is wrong. I feel like it was more probable to get all three right than not. Of course that is incorrect as adding any condition lowers the chances it would come true but still I would like to believe it is so.


    The second being that he looks genuinely concerned. I guess I can¡¯t blame him for not being a female but that does not mean I will forgive him. Shesh. What am I doing even? Let¡¯s just progress with my disappointing but important first meeting.


    ¡°I¡¯m not scared. Just little surprised is all. I thought I was all alone.¡±


    ¡°Oh, that so? Anyway kid, why are here alone? You didn¡¯t answer my questions.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s with calling me kid anyway? I am twenty years old. As for why I am alone , I have always been alone. As long as I can remember anyway.¡±


    Mister elf here was surprised a little, but seeing my face anyone would be. But counter surprising me he recovered quickly and acted normal and asked his questions. Well the fact that my face is forcing you to thinks ¡®It¡¯s beautiful but it¡¯s a male¡¯ would do that for a fellow male. That is if he doesn¡¯t have different tendencies.


    That being said , a little bossy isn¡¯t he? Like it obligatory to answer any question he asks. Well he does have an authoritative face and look in his late thirties. For an elf I would expect that to be old. There was a little inconsistency in my answer. Like how do I know age if I was always alone or even the language. The real answer would be because I reincarnated and thanks to the memory crystal but I will just muddle it with ''I can¡¯t remember from where but I know stuff''.


    Feeling suspicion for a second then letting it go. Apparently he came to the same conclusion. Who wouldn¡¯t believe a face like me. I just noticed but I have been using the natural ability of all Incubus [Empathy]. The only thing I can say about it is that is very useful. Feeling the fluctuation of the mood in someone is an enormous help with communication. And it is just in its beginning stages. After that is emotion control, mind reading and even mind control. As I don¡¯t know how they advance or how long it will take to have them I will leave it for the moment.


    ¡°Oh twenty? Whatever the case. Be it twenty be hundred you are still a kid to me. Short lived races. So sensitive about their ages. Anyway what are you? A fairy? With that face I mean but no you don¡¯t have the ears for it, they are curved but are short. A halfling I guess.¡±


    ¡°Ugh. race? I don¡¯t know. All I know that I may be some kind of demon but if you say I¡¯m a halfling, I am one. That being said who are you old man? What are you doing here?¡±


    ¡°Old man?! I am still in my three thousands. Disrespectful brat. This is why young ones these days .. .. .¡±


    Did he just say that the short-lived races are sensitive about age. He¡¯s not stopping. Still got two pieces of useful information. First I look closest to halflings if not more beautiful. The second demons are not hated , that is if this is a normal reaction to the notification that I may be a demon.Will he finish soon?


    ¡°and you should always be respe-¡±


    ¡°Sir, could you please answer my question?¡±


    ¡°Ah? Uhh. Yes, yes , of course as should be obvious I am hunting. Now for me to ask. How did you survive here being so weak?¡±


    Well it really is obvious that you are hunting but I meant more in the nature is this your job or something. But what does he mean weak? Can he sense my mana capacity or something. But this should not be the only thing that define strength. I mean I did sense him more than four times before he did.


    ¡°You don¡¯t look convinced.¡±


    ¡°Mmm. I have looked out for myself alright till now and I did hunt the wolves that are on my back at the moment.¡±


    ¡°Yeah the wolves. Looks like normal beast. Haven¡¯t even started accumulating mana. I guess even you would be able to kill them. Oh you can enchant. You¡¯re gonna need it if you want to survive with so little mana. But you still don¡¯t look convinced. You want me to just show you?¡±


    So it was like that. But I feel that even if they were mana beast or whatever they are called, I would still have won. To show me? Oh I get it. He wants to literally show me that I am weak. Ok. I get battle ready and nod. Surprised by just a change of expression. Old man you¡¯re still inexperienced.


    Just I thought that he disappeared. Not really, but moved super fast to my left side. He may be fast by I could just barely follow. He is somewhat stronger than me but I have been here not even full three days in this world. It is to be expected.


    The old man shows another amazed expression but then became a little serious and this time he literally disappeared. I could not follow at all. The next moment I was on the ground eating mud with my hands held behind my back. Felt some of my organs being damaged but in the next moment I felt them heal. I guess this time he overestimated me.


    But what was the healing. It for sure was not the old man. A spark of information flows to my head and I find the answer. Biological geniuses I tell you. Guess what the Incubus race did after they found out it was possible to integrate spells in their biology. They did it again with every healing and regeneration spell they could find and the natural ability resulting from it may start weak but it¡¯s theorized that It has no limit to growth. Meaning that if you advance enough you could become a true immortal. That however has not been proven.


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    This was a major factor in their assuredness of safety. Before this major evolution the incubus race were pure hedonists. Bring pleasure to myself and to all those around me. That was their way of life but after the change, they began to be hunted as an unlimited source of health potions. They lived many years of misery and this is also the reason they started their own country and an empire and buried the fact that their fluids were beneficial to others under mountain of corpses and seas of blood.


    I may heal fast but that does not mean it doesn¡¯t hurt. This fucking old man. You were the one that said I was weak in the first place, hold back god damn it. But I assume he held plenty back because if he didn¡¯t I feel like I would have been smashed like a pancake.


    ¡°Oh sorry brat. You surprised me a little there. You have some skill after all. I thought that with that puny body you could do nothing and I almost don¡¯t feel your mana pulse.¡±


    ¡°Pfft. Yeah thanks for the life lesson but spitting blood for no reason is not nice.¡±


    ¡°A-a-ahaha. Yeah sorry. How about this. As an apology I shall teach you some stuff and guide you to the nearest town. That is where it look like you are headed anyway.¡±


    Spitting the last of the blood in my mouth and looking at awkwardly laughing old man I nod my head and agree. It would bring me no harm to learn a thing or two about hunting and getting a guide on top of that is plenty acceptable. He told me some information that scared me half to death. Evidently the nearest town is five days away and if I had continued to follow the river it would have been two weeks because the river bends.


    Well next four days were fruitful if I do say so myself. Four days because I had to split with old man. Says he misses his wife and daughters. I learned a lot this four days but the main part being about [Primal Instincts].


    [Primal Instincts] is a skill that unlocks every possible instinct for you. Instinct mainly being information that your subconscious collect and sends as a feeling to your conscious mind.


    So without information the subconscious even if wants can¡¯t send signals to help. I didn¡¯t really get it so I just demanded at least a semi easy analogy and it responded. What a dependable skill.


    So what it told me is to imagine a pool. This pool being any skill or ability I have. The water in the pool is my proficiency with it. A faucet that comes out somewhere near the pool this is your talent. The further away it is the worse your talent is and the more time it would take you to transport the water. And last is your means of transporting the water this is your information on the given subject or the guidance you are given.


    What I have been doing from the beginning was just letting the faucet on as it was just few steps away and letting it flow in every direction. Of course some would get in the pool. At most I have been using a cup to transport some of the water. But when the old man taught me it¡¯s like I was given a hose to directly dump the water in the pool.


    As for more untalented people. It would depend on how untalented they are and how good the teachers is. The better the teacher the longer the hose. But even if it doesn¡¯t reach the pool you still bring your water source closer.


    The old man taught me a lot of things. The main being, how to hunt , to shoot a bow, how to skin an animal properly and something important - how to hide my mana pulse. This is how the old man found my presence in the first time. So even if I wanted to hide I would not have know what to hide from. He said that it takes the most talented at least a week to learn to do it. I did it in two hours, but I kept it quiet and told him that I would try after we have parted as I had much to learn from him.


    I kept how much I had progressed on the down-low for the old man. I didn¡¯t want him having a heart attack. So he thought I had progressed roughly a month worth of practice but in reality it was closer to a year. But that wasn¡¯t all I had dried his three thousand year head of all his knowledge that I may need so that I can progress smoothly for years to come. He was so amazed of how much I progressed that he had no time with being annoyed from a day and night interrogation.


    The first thing I aim to do after parting with old man is make a bow. He told me how after I said to him that I have a crafting skill. Apparently they have knowledge of skills in this world but cases that where people heard a voice announced it was rare. The only reason the elf knew of such a thing was because he was so old. Even though he would say the he is still in his prime.


    The bow making didn¡¯t take long with magic and my skills. Finding an appropriate wood I left to my instincts as for the bow-string I used a tendon of a magical beast I killed. I only chose the design , which was a plain short bow without much curves just the main one.


    I enchanted with whatever I could. But the main ones being toughness up , flexibility up and agility up so that it shoots arrows faster. How the last one works I am not entirely sure. So I finally completed my bow. As I had used the old man''s bow till now it my first bow.


    ¡° So this is my bow now. I finally have my own bow. Stingy old man wouldn''t give his.¡±


    Before I finished my words I felt something like bowstring snap in me. Then I didn¡¯t just touch the bow , I felt it. I literally felt every single piece of the bow every single crease in the wood.


    So it was like this. How stupid am I? I have been wondering how to use my unique skill [You Are Mine!] but I never thought it was this simple. Just claim ownership of the item. Of course. Of course.


    There is more however. It is not just feeling a connection to your owned item. There is something big about this skill. Something enormous about it. I can even call it endless as I don¡¯t see an end. It is of course the storage where you can put your claimed items.


    I always felt that storage or item box or something is mandatory for a cheat character , so I was little disappointed when I didn¡¯t find one on myself. I even created myself a backpack to use. Looking at my backpack ¡® I shall never forget you . You served a purpose.¡¯


    Anyway for the storage in is endless as far as I can tell. Maybe it isn¡¯t but it is ginormous. As for what you can put in there? You have but one limitation. You have to claim it as yours.


    So putting my bow inside. I feel it even more clearly and I can even control it however I wish. I am able to dismantle it in a blink. Not that there is much to do. Just remove the bowstring. Still.


    I was worried about arrows but with this storage is not a problem. Now all that''s left is to make them. Wait a minute. Perfect control of items inside the storage? I jump up a go to an appropriate tree as fast as I can. Chopping it down took some time.


    ¡°Now then. This tree is mine.¡±


    I feel it. Okay now drawing it in inside. I imagine what I want to do but It¡¯s now working out all that well. I don¡¯t have clear image. So I take a block of wood out of the storage. Then I go to a big boulder , this time I try to claim it mentally. It works perfectly fine. Why it didn¡¯t for my clothes I have no idea, now it works. Maybe it was something like the first time it has to be verbal kind of deals. Getting the big boulder in my personal space and getting out a little chunk I get to work.


    Making a pristine arrow took a bit of time. Strange thing. Before I made the arrow both materials were claimed as mine but the finished product was not. After finishing it I draw in into my personal space. Then I start. It¡¯s working somehow. I''m making arrows in the personal space but it''s just a little faster than me doing it on hand. Looks like the finished product is inferior as well.


    Ugh. Can¡¯t I somehow connect [Primal Instinct] with this it would work thousand times bett- BOOM! What ?! Why am I on all fours. Everything''s spinning. I feel like barfing.


    Took me five minutes to come to myself. What had happened was that [Primal Instinct] really connected to [You are Mine!]. All it needed was a permission. That being the case I was overwhelmed. Connecting skills takes a toll on you apparently. I didn¡¯t feel it with the crafting skills but this is a unique skill and a unique skill after all.


    So when I look into my personal space. I see materials flying everything and making arrows. So It works even without any input from me. I just need to wish it and it would be made. But I feel this only works on something I would like to mass produce. Like arrows.


    If I make a custom armor I feel it is better to do it by hand as I sense that my crafting skills are not just for decoration. Although I am not 100% sure what they do. It''s like they give bonus stats if this was a game.


    More than half the materials have been used in ten minutes. I stop for now as I want to do something that''s gonna take all my focus. I¡¯m gonna do a mass enchantment. So I get ready. I should have enough mana and being in my personal space there has to be some conservation of mana. But that is most likely lying to myself


    Anyway. Concentrate. Toughness up. I just want the arrow to not break easy. I have made them sharp enough but if it breaks on impact it¡¯s useless. So I start pouring my mana into the arrows and pouring and pouring.sucsess .. . is gess  . may hav no thout this thr------.


    Footnote: [NOTICE: Here I shall put interesting information that :I have either missed to mention or is not obvious and is asked about] - When I write [feel] or any synonyms of this word, do note that it is most likely hinting that he is using [Primal Instincts].


    I have failed to mention that not all of the memory crystal is processed. That is made so that I can have breathing space and not lock myself out if I want to add something to the story. Whatever it may be.


    For the Character looks you can just look up Tensei Shitara Slime''s mc and replace the needed features. I may suck as describing things but I''m OK at drawing so in a few days I may draw a cover


    P.S.: This is where I shall do my ramblings. Still this was a fucking long chapter. I even thought of not doing one today couse I feel like I¡¯ve been socked and under my right It hurts like a mother fucker. But I still wrote it even if I started at 1 am and finished 10 am. I¡¯m a slow writer. I wasn¡¯t even distracted by anything. For the op junkies that feel that I made him super weak. I can only say start reading in 10 to 15 chaps remember what I said about his talent. Well that is if it goes on how I plan it . I mean by now he should have had at least two girls and have been in town for a week. So If somebody asks ¡°When the fuck is he gonna go in town already¡±  my answer would be ¡° I don¡¯t fucking know I¡¯m as clueless as you on what''s gonna happen except a major spoiler for a midpoint not even the finale.¡± . So yeah I may be guilty of refreshing to the latest updates and expecting my story to update itself :D.


    Funny fact about me: I wanted to make the whole chapter about fishing to have my revenge on the little guys because every time I went fishing i caught nothing. I just sat there all day next to my fishing poll and waited. Nothing happened. The worst thing is five meters besides me there was little boys just leaving their poll hanging and just coming over and pulling fishes as big as their arms. Even worse I can''t blame in on the bait cause I used their bait. So yeah. I don''t like sweet water fish anyway. Nowadays the only fish I can intake in sushi. Spoiled much. Because of that I haven''t eaten fish in more than a year. Don''t have money for sushi :D