I was running through the forest.
Over the past month of presence in the camp, this place became my second home. In fact, I spent more time in the forest than I did in any other place.
Back at the camp, I would only sleep and train my base attacks. It was the forest where I would gather my true battle experience. And surprise surprise, as if this was some kind of shitty RPG game instead of a real-world, it seemed that killing the monsters proved to be beneficial to my growth as well.
I ran between the trees in search of prey. Even though my stone pouch was nearing the limit of how much it could hold, I continued to hunt through the forest.
There was no reason to finish my activities before the deadline. Even a single more monster hunted would mean both higher income, greater growth, and generally, efficient usage of my time.
Woah, that's one hell of a long chapter... Why didn't I just split it in two? I could write a few words more and get away with 3 chapters done...
Why am I doing this to myself?
Oh, because I want to give this story justice, my bad, forget I asked.