Chronicles Of The Crafting Hero

Chapter 6: Finally Found Someone

He approached the tree, only to discover it was unlike any he'd seen before. It had branches too high to climb, and the fruit hung just out of reach. He tried jumping, but he couldn't reach them. Grabbing his waist in frustration, he considered his options. His eyes fell upon his sword. With a sudden idea, he threw the weapon, the blade striking the fruit with a satisfying thud. Several fruits fell to the ground.

As he picked up one of the fallen fruits, he noticed its unusual softness, almost like a ripe tomato. It felt strangely delicate, almost melting in his hand. Purple juice oozed from its cut surface. Then, a system message appeared: `Venom Bloom. Caution: Poisonous.`

A sharp hiss escaped his lips as an intense itching sensation erupted across his skin. "Damn it!" he swore, scratching frantically at his arm. He stopped abruptly, realizing he was only making it worse, digging his nails into his already irritated skin.

He ran to the river, plunging his hand into the cool water. The purple juice washed away, leaving behind a lingering burning sensation. He stared at his clean hand, then back at the Venom blooms, a wave of disappointment washing over him. He'd thought he'd finally found food, but now he only had a belly full of water.

Then an idea struck him. If the Venom Bloom fruit was this itchy and dangerous, maybe he could use it to his advantage. He eyed his sword, a glint of cunning in his eyes. He almost reached for another fruit, then hesitated, remembering the burning itch. Instead, he carefully used the blade of his sword to scrape against the surface of a Venom Bloom, allowing the purple juice to coat the blade. It wasn't a perfect application, but it was enough. He now had a weapon coated in a potent, if somewhat messy, poison.

He looked at the remaining Venom Blooms, a thoughtful expression etching itself onto his face. "What if..." he murmured, "...I put these in my inventory?" The idea sparked in his mind, a tiny ember of possibility in the gathering gloom. And as if in answer to his unspoken question, a shimmering blue light enveloped the remaining fruits. They pulsed with an ethereal glow, the purple juice momentarily intensifying before fading as the fruits themselves dematerialized, leaving no residue behind. They were gone, vanished, absorbed into the digital space of his inventory. He checked his inventory, a grin splitting his face. The entry was stark, efficient: `Venom Bloom x6`. Six potent, poisonous fruits, safely stored, ready for use. A satisfied smile touched his lips. This unexpected discovery, born from a near-miss with a poisonous snack, might prove far more useful than he initially thought. The night was far from over, but he felt a surge of renewed purpose. He had a plan, and the cool water from the river still lingered pleasantly on his tongue.

He scanned his surroundings, still pondering the river crossing. Should he continue downstream, searching for a shallower point or a natural bridge? The thought of the village, and the possibility of other people, spurred him onward. Then, from across the river, a movement caught his eye. A small wolf, its fur the color of a twilight sky, emerged from the shadows. It paused, its head cocked, before gracefully stepping down to the water's edge to drink. As he looked at the creature, a system message appeared: Gloomfang Level 5. He stared, surprised. It was unlike any wolf he'd seen before, though its lithe form and predatory grace reminded him faintly of the crimson wolf he'd encountered in the forest during the day. This one, however, was smaller, and its fur held an almost ethereal quality.

Suddenly, a notification appeared beneath the water, just below where the Gloomfang stood. The sight that followed sent a wave of icy fear through Tyler. The system displayed: Lucker Lv 32. The words were red – the first time Tyler had seen that alarming color. Instantly, an eel-like creature burst from the water, seizing the Gloomfang by the neck and dragging it beneath the surface. Tyler stumbled back, splashed by the churning water as the Gloomfang fought desperately for its life. Then, silence. The struggle ended as abruptly as it began; the creature was dead.

Tyler fled, running into the forest and instinctively heading away from the river. His original plan – to follow the river downstream – was forgotten. He couldn't bring himself to approach the water again after what he'd witnessed. "I was careless," he muttered, the words laced with self-reproach. "What if that thing had bitten my head off while I was still drinking?" The thought lingered, a cold knot of fear tightening in his chest.

His leg snagged on something warm and hard, sending him sprawling onto the forest floor. Adrenaline surged through him as he twisted around, his gaze locking onto a horrifying sight. The creature before him was a grotesque fusion of eel and snake, a nightmare given form. It possessed no visible eyes, only a gaping maw filled with rows of needle-sharp teeth, pointing wickedly upwards. The image of those teeth piercing his flesh sent a fresh wave of icy terror through him.

He scrambled backward, his back scraping against the grassy field, his eyes never leaving the creature. A system notification materialized beside it: Slither Lv 7. The creature hissed, its sinuous body beginning to coil, preparing to strike. With a desperate cry, Tyler swung his rusty sword, a desperate gamble. A few droplets of the Venom Bloom juice, still clinging to the blade, splashed across the Slither's head and mouth. A high-pitched shriek tore through the air as the poison took effect, the creature writhing in agony.

Tyler scrambled to his feet as the Slither, fueled by a desperate, venomous rage, slithered faster, its tentacle-like movements filling him with revulsion. He backed away, swinging his sword in wide, desperate arcs, the rusty blade a blur.

"'Get away! Get away!" he screamed, his voice raw with fear and exertion. The Slither reared its head, hissing a final, venomous threat before collapsing, lifeless, onto the forest floor. A wave of relief washed over Tyler, but he continued to retreat, keeping a wary eye on the fallen creature. Then, the system notification appeared:

Achievement Unlocked: One That Wields Poison

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SPECIES: Human

NAME: Tyler Evans

RANK: G LVL: 3

CLASS: Craftsman

HP: 35/35 MP: 31/31

STR: 15 AGI: 13 DEF: 33

STATUS: Healthy

Skills: Armour Craft, Weapon Craft

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A single point had been added to his Defense. The small victory, however, did little to ease the lingering unease that clung to him like the damp forest air.

Tyler stared down at the still form of the Slither. He shuddered, imagining the consequences if those needle-sharp teeth had found their mark. His HP would have plummeted, he was sure of it. He watched, fascinated and slightly disappointed, as the creature began to transform. It disintegrated into a fine blue dust that shimmered briefly before vanishing completely, as if snatched away by an unseen wind. He'd expected a system prompt, a notification instructing him to extract something – hide, teeth – anything. But nothing appeared. The usual prompt was absent.

He glanced around, noticing the deepening shadows. The forest was growing darker by the second. The thought of heading down the river, his original plan was quickly dismissed. It was too late, too risky. He needed shelter, and he needed it now. The chilling encounter with the Slither had driven home the harsh reality of his situation: survival in this world demanded constant vigilance and a healthy dose of caution.

Tyler looked around, assessing his options. A sturdy tree loomed nearby, offering the possibility of refuge. But the memory of his earlier naiveté – his assumption that the river held no danger before encountering the Lucker – lingered. He'd been so certain of the river's safety, only to be proven horribly wrong. The thought that similar unseen creatures might inhabit the trees sent a shiver down his spine. Still, the open ground offered little protection; another Slither, or something worse, could easily ambush him there.

He made his decision. He approached the tree, his movements cautious. He grasped the lowest branch, testing its strength before pulling himself upward. Branch by branch, he climbed, his with effort, until he finally reached the relative safety of the canopy. Once settled in the treetop, an idea sparked in Tyler's mind. He spotted two sturdy branches, one above the other. Carefully, he began breaking off smaller branches, laying them across the lower branch to create a makeshift platform, a crude bed amongst the leaves. It wasn't comfortable, but it was far safer than the forest floor.

He rested, relieved to find the tree free of immediate threats. A strange silence hung in the air, however. No birdsong, no rustling leaves – just an unnerving quiet. He wondered if even the birds of this world were somehow… different. His thoughts drifted back to his old life, to a seemingly distant time when he'd been watching TV with his friend Mike.

The memory of a seemingly distant past surfaced: he and Mike, sprawled on the apartment couch, watching the Discovery Channel. A survival show played on the screen, depicting a man struggling in a dense jungle, desperately searching for water. The man's cries of thirst were almost comical. Mike, completely engrossed, was genuinely concerned. Tyler, however, scoffed, certain the show was staged, that the man was being given water off-screen. He'd never been a fan of survival shows; the whole genre struck him as contrived and melodramatic. Mike's insistence on watching, his refusal to change the channel, had been one of Tyler's many minor annoyances with his friend. Yet, despite their differences, Mike had been a good friend. Now, a wave of longing washed over him. He yearned for the comfort of his apartment, even with its lack of purpose and the absence of a steady job…

Tyler gazed up at the night sky, a vast expanse of unfamiliar stars. His thoughts continued to drift back to his old life, the stark contrast between his apartment and his current desperate struggle for survival jarring and surreal. Just hours ago, he'd been there, safe and sound; now, he was battling monstrous creatures in a world governed by cryptic system messages and unexplained mechanics. It felt like a game, a twisted, brutal game, yet the pain, the exhaustion, the pounding of his heart – these were undeniably real. The adrenaline that had kept him going was finally fading, and despite the lingering unease, sleep, a much-needed respite, claimed him.

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Even through his closed eyelids, Tyler heard it: the chirping of birds. The sound, so incongruous with the unnerving silence of the previous night, stirred him from sleep. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. The rising sun, streaming through the leaves, painted the forest in a warm, dappled light. Then, panic seized him. He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in his apartment. Instinctively, he shifted, his body teetering precariously on the edge of his makeshift platform. He almost tumbled from the tree, his weight shifting dangerously before he managed to grab onto a branch, his body hanging precariously. And then, he saw something utterly unexpected.

In the distance, a figure emerged from the mist rising from the forest floor. As the sun climbed higher, Tyler made out the details: a man, clad in clothing that seemed strangely out of place – roughspun brown fabric reminiscent of historical dramas, of medieval knights or fantasy stories. But it was the sword that caught Tyler's eye. It was magnificent, gleaming even from this distance, a far cry from his own rusty blade. The man was far away, but Tyler felt a sudden surge of hope.

"Hey!" Tyler shouted, his voice hoarse from sleep and exertion. The words were swallowed by the distance; the man, seemingly oblivious, continued on his way.

Tyler considered his options. He could stay in the tree, but the man was moving away. A decision formed in his mind. With a deep breath, he released his grip on the branch. He landed hard on his backside, the impact jarring his body. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his feet and broke into a run, heading towards the distant figure, a flicker of purpose igniting within him.

As Tyler ran, the system notification appeared:

Achievement Unlocked: Night Survived in the Forest

A further message followed, detailing the achievement's reward:

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DEF +4

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His Defense had increased by four points! A small victory, but a welcome one. He pushed onward, his pace relentless. Then, another system message flashed before his eyes:

Hexhorn Lv 8 detected

Panic seized him. From the bushes beside the path, a creature emerged…

The familiar creature – a warthog-like beast with six horns and four eyes – emerged from the undergrowth, charging directly at him. Tyler gritted his teeth. Fear warred with a burgeoning sense of determination. He couldn't let that man disappear; he needed answers. This was his chance.

He didn't dodge. Instead, he ran straight toward the Hexhorn, timing his approach perfectly. With a powerful leap, he landed squarely on the creature's head, using its momentum to propel himself forward. He kept running, his legs pumping, his heart pounding. The Hexhorn, momentarily stunned, skidded to a halt before turning and resuming the chase. Tyler, however, felt a surge of exhilaration. His increased agility was evident; he was matching the Hexhorn's speed, a feat he wouldn't have been able to accomplish before. He ran, the forest blurring around him, the Hexhorn hot on his heels, the chase a desperate, exhilarating race against an unknown future.

Tyler ran, his lungs burning, his legs screaming in protest. "Wait… hold on…" he gasped, his breath ragged. Then, a system notification flashed before his eyes:

Hexhorn used skill: Charge

The Hexhorn's shriek – a high-pitched oinking sound – intensified as it surged forward, its speed noticeably increasing. Just as panic threatened to overwhelm him, the man from earlier came into view, momentarily stunned by the sight of the charging beast.

"What the—?!" the man exclaimed, his voice sharp with surprise. Before he could react fully, Tyler threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the Hexhorn's deadly charge. The man reacted instantly, whirling his gleaming sword in a swift, precise arc. With a sickening slash, the blade sliced through the Hexhorn's snout, cleaving it cleanly in two. The beast collapsed, its lifeblood staining the forest floor. The man, having dispatched the creature with terrifying efficiency, turned to look at Tyler.

The man, sword still dripping with Hexhorn blood, turned his gaze to Tyler, who lay on the ground, his heart hammering against his ribs. The point of the magnificent blade was directed squarely at him. A cold dread washed over Tyler as the man spoke, his voice low and dangerous.

"Who are you?"

Then, the system notification appeared, revealing the man's identity:

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Human: James Grone

Level 48

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Another notification followed, cryptic and intriguing:

Blessing of the Pendant: Universal Comprehension

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