Chapter 5: Home
Waking up, it took him a moment for Methan to remember where he was and what had happened.
'I don't know who I am supposed to be looking for, but I won't be going near anyone until I am strong enough to crush those who get in my way,' he thought to himself as he remember the events the the previous day. 'First, lets see what I have to work with.'
Somehow, his bag had stayed tied to his waist. Reaching in, he grabbed a piece of bread and munched on it. The bag had a couple months worth of food, and he shouldn't have to worry about clothing for a while, but there was still finding a safe place to sleep and train.
'It needs to be somewhere where I can hunt, water is a must, and I need to be far away from any cities,' Methan thought as he wandered out of the cave.
"Roar!!"
Outside of the cave, he found a large wolf and bear tearing into each other. Hiding behind the boulder, Methan attempted to find a way to quietly slip out; however, the trees were to far. Escape was impossible.
Boom.
The wolf was thrown and smashed into the boulders. Shrinking away in fear, Methan could only watch as the boulder in front of him crumbled, revealing him to the monsters. Catching his sent, the pair paused their attacks and turned towards him.
"Fi-Fireball!" he cried, summoning the image of roar flames.
Immediately, the monsters were swallowed in raging blue flames. After several minutes, the flames died down, leaving only a couple of crystals.
"I, I did it," Methan sobbed, collapsing to the ground.
The memories of the last couple days of events crashed down on him. He had died, losing everything and everyone precious to him. Then he was sent to another world where he knew no one and immediately attacked by a ferocious monster. To top things off, a noble had locked him up and sent him off. He wasn't sure, but it was probably to be sold. Now he was alone in the forest again and had been attacked again. It felt like a miracle that he had survived.
After sobbing softly for an hour, he whipped his tears and stood up. He would still have to deal with his current situation. At the very least, he had to find somewhere safer to stay. But first.
"Status."
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Name: Methan
Race: High Elf/ Dragon
Age: 16
Level: 12
HP: 400/400
MP: 575/600
Strength: 12
Vitality: 13
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 10
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 12
Stat points: 55
Abilities
- Unlimited potential
- Skill copy
- Innate magic potential
- Unknown (locked soul ability)
Skills
- Mana Perception 75
- Mana Manipulation 80
- Flame Magic 50
- Status Resistance 20
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"Looks like I get to decide how I grow," Methan muttered, examining the screen. "First to distribute the stat points. Let's decide to grow things more or less evenly. I still don't know how I will fight in the future. But after given that I have 'innate magic potential' I'll dump the rest into intelligence and wisdom. They should influence my spells."
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Name: Methan
Level: 12
HP: 600/600
MP: 840/840
Strength: 20
Vitality: 20
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 20
Intelligence: 28
Wisdom: 27
Stat points: 0
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"Perfect," he muttered. "Lets get a move on."
Looking around carefully, Methan didn't see anything else. Moving quickly and but carefully, he walked through the forest, making sure to head away from the road. Somewhere in the distance, he could make out a number of mountains, rising above the trees.
Dodging between the trees, he made his way in that direction. For several hours, he walked through the forest without encountering anything. Suddenly, feeling something approaching from behind, Methan dodged behind a group of trees and looked back. Rapidly dashing through the trees, he could make out a pack of ferocious, black wolves.
'If magic basically makes my thoughts reality,' Methan thought to himself, examining the situation.
Crouching down, he placed his hand on the ground and pushed his magical energy into the ground. Paying attention to the approaching wolves, he imagined a rapidly rising spike of earth. Just as they got in range, he struck. Four of the five wolves were impaled by his earth spikes, while the last one just managed to dodge.
"Almost," he muttered, running to the side.
Recovering from the shock, the wolf identified him as an enemy and rushed after him. Going by instinct, Methan waved his hand and shot a number of small fireballs at the wolf. It dodge most of them, but one made contact. The wolf's fur quickly caught fire.
"That was rather dangerous," Methan muttered, examining the dead wolves. "I might be able to use the fur for something later on, and I shouldn't waist meat. Let's see if I can find a magic to store it."
Thinking of a separate space where time does not flow, he circulated some magic power and pushed it into the space in front of his hand. Something warped slightly and the bodied of the wolves vanished.
"Huh, magic is rather convenient," Methan said turning towards the mountains once again.
Moving with renewed confidence, he made rapid progress towards that mountains and arrived at the edge of a cliff just before the sun began setting. A clearing had formed near the cliff, with a river bordering one side and the cliff another. A small crack, just big enough for a slight youth to squeeze through had formed in the cliff-face.
"This will do for the night," he mumbled, half-asleep after the day's walk.
Slipping into the crack and finding it unoccupied, he fell into a deep and restless sleep.
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