It took a few minutes for Moiner to collect himself and think through whatever had transpired. His strange calmness still bothered him greatly; he couldn't just lie there forever. So he slowly opened his eyes, only to see a number of messages.

"Integration commences; mild pain is imminent."

"Integration completed, welcome, hero!"

"Please complete the following tasks to finish the tutorial area!"

"

Acquire your first weapon    0/1

Kill 100 monsters     0/100

Reach level 6    1/6

"

Behind these messages were a few others, but they were unreadable due to them overlapping one another. The messages all disappeared at the same time, simultaneously.

"Mild pain, my ass, and what kind of quest line is this? Get a weapon, and then the next quest is already about killing?"

He muttered as he slowly looked around. He was in a lush forest at the foot of a large mountain. As he looked up at the mountain, he noticed red spots, which grew in frequency the lower his eyes got, then down where he was sitting.

He was sitting in a pool of almost dried blood. His entire body was red, as if he had just decided to swim in blood. His clothes were no exception at all, though they could hardly be called that, as they were torn beyond recognition.

"What could have happened? D-did I fall off that mountain? Then how am I still alive? This whole situation is getting more and more chaotic by the second!"

"Notice, 1 hour has elapsed, 6:59:59 till the first wave of monsters spawns!"

A new message popped up before him, which disappeared mere moments later; he just barely had enough time to read it. If what the notice said was true, he didn't have time to doodle about what had happened; he needed to get ready and prepare for whatever this strange new world was about to throw at him.

As he stood up, although he was looking around to see what he could do, a new thought crossed his mind. He had a system, so he must be able to see his statistics. And just as the thought crossed his mind, a new, much larger panel appeared before him.

"

Name:         Monier

Class:          Undecided

Level:  1

Agility level: 1

Charisma level: 1

Endurance level: 1

Intelligence level:  1

Strength level: 1

Perception level: 1

" 

Seeing his stats, Monier felt nothing other than a sense of disappointment. Based on games or stories, such a weak start was something he should have expected. As soon as the menu closed, he remembered something. He was curious about his skills, if he had any; just like before, a panel popped up; however, this time it came with a mild headache.

"

Alchemy level: 1

Gathering level:   1

Lust:  1 

Magic level: 1

Smithing level: 1

Swordsmanship level: 1

"

Just as the menu was closed, his slight headache disappeared; however, he felt as if he instinctively knew what skills he had. Almost as if, although they had no visual representation within the system, they were integrated into his mind. He not only knew their names and how to activate them, but at the same time, he had a grasp on what some of them could do.

Just out of curiosity, he extended his hand, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then reopened his eyes. He had decided which skill to activate, so he turned slightly to the side so that his palm was almost touching a tree.

"Ember!"

The moment the word left Monier's mouth, he felt a slight warmth at the end of his palm, and then a tiny fiery explosion appeared in the middle of his palm. Though it was quite weak, it just barely charred a tiny area on the tree's branch.

A smirk crinkled up onto his face. It seemed that it was truly a skill and not just some form of hallucination he could be having after some form of trauma.

Though if his offensive skills were of this caliber, then he had nothing much to fend off enemies; however, he at least had a single recovery skill, but he felt that its scale was most likely around healing a scar. As he stood there, he touched the charred bark and even slightly leaned against it.

"So, from these weak skills, I will be able to fight against those gods? Now that I think about it, I do have some utility skills as well, though I don't know how to use them. It would be nice to use Smith as soon as possible, so..."

Monier was so lost in thought that he was talking out loud; however, the moment he uttered the word "Smith," the whole tree he was leaning against completely vanished, and he fell to the ground.

He swiftly shook his head and looked back where previously the tree had been. In its place, he could only see a deep hole, next to which, right beside his feet, was a rough, wooden club.

Seeing the weapon, he instantly grabbed it and tried to lift it, but he couldn't even move it. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't even budge. It felt as if the entire tree had transformed into that small club, keeping the original mass of the tree.

Seeing how helpless he was at lifting or even moving that piece of wood, he decided it was best to just store it and later use it. At the same time, he would be able to test out how his inventory worked.

"Store"

He muttered while touching the weapon, hoping for a new window to pop up where he could interact with it; however, no such thing happened, and the weapon vanished instantly. And at the same time, Monier felt deep inside him that he had put a new item into his personal storage.

He slowly stood up, then sighed. He slightly stretched his back and looked at the closest tree. Since he needed a weapon, and now he knew how to use his skill, he decided to break a larger branch off.

He quickly jumped up and started climbing to a sizable branch, and then the moment he grabbed it, he jumped off, breaking it off, bringing the stick down with him. Before using his skill again, he lifted the branch up to properly feel its weight. He could lift it no problem; however, the thought that he won't be able to fight for longer periods of time with it crossed his mind. Then he remembered he could just make a few extra just in case.

"Smith"

The stick, in the blink of an eye, transformed into an almost identical club to the previous tree while keeping the weight of the entire branch. To test it, he swung it around a bit. And although it was heavy, it felt much better than nothing.