Chapter 579: Worries

Chop, chop, chop.

As silly as it might have sound, while I could clear out huge parts of the forest just by creating a thin strand of entropy and driving it through the base of any of the trees that I wanted to use, as soon as I got my hands on a bit of wood, I used my crafting ability to turn it into a proper, wooden axe. Just by increasing the rearranging the way in which the small amounts of other elements hidden in the wood existed, I managed to create a resilient cutting edge, that allowed me to enjoy my life as a lumberjack.

"How long are you going to play around? We don't have a damned shelter yet, so take your ass over here and get back to work!"

This kind of message would be funny and quirky if Eve said it. If that were to be the case, I could pose as some kind of abusive husband, before ripping her clothes off and taking her right on the flowerbed that existed on several patches of the lands in the clearing that we got for ourselves.