The Outcast Of Another World

Chapter 9: The Dungeon and Its Cruelty

I was looking around for some nice cedar wood or something of similar strength so I could make a bow with some of this fiber rope I made from some fiber from some huge tree leaves.

"Damn, good thing I enjoyed hiking in my old world."

"I would have never imagined that id need this knowledge for something like this though."

I was walking along a river as I came up to the bottom of a cliff, then something white caught my eye. I walked over to whatever it was and found a weird looking... deer? It had crystal antlers and skin white as snow. It was beautiful, then I looked at its legs. It was heavily injured, I assumed it fell off the cliff and broke its legs. I felt bad for it

"Damn this dungeon and its cruelty, even on a floor with absolutely no predators, stuff like this still happens."

Sadly I knew what I had to do, I couldn't bring myself to just leave it there to suffer. I comforted the deer with my hand as I pet its head, and when it was calmed, I put it out of its misery. Then I said in a comforting whisper

"Thank, you"

I then took the next... actually I don't even know, there is no way to tell time, well I took a while as painstakingly carved out arrow heads from the antlers. As I was looking around for sticks to use as arrow shafts I found a nice little sapling in the perfect length for a bow I tested the strength and it was just what I needed! I had limited arrows though. If I were to survive this trek through the dungeon, Id need to learn to control this newfound power. I sat down and thought about it for a second and if I concentrate really hard I could feel my blood running through my veins like they had their own feeling like I could control where it flows. Then suddenly a word came into my brain like someone just implanted a thought in my mind unwillingly, "Mana", mana I thought, "The source of all magic in this world." That means that this mana stuff was infused in my blood to make it magicy or whatever. I tried focusing on the feeling as if moving an arm or a leg and I tried to remember what had happened when the crystal shard had pierced my hand and I manifested the weapon out of my blood. I tried moving it, it was kind of like when you're a kid and you try to learn how to move one eye brow, or close only one eye, but ten times as difficult. It takes a while to figure out the feeling but after a while, I think I found out how, I tried moving it to my hand, which took a huge amount of concentration, if move an inch or open my eye's at all, I lose it. Then finally I moved it to my hand, then thought of the blood katana I had made back at the guild office. All of a sudden I opened my eyes and there it was. I looked at the katana, it felt like an extension of my hand I tried to drop it but as I found out it had come out of my hand, then hardened, like dried blood but stronger than steel. It was essentially infused in my hand but the longer I was looking at it the weaker I started to feel, I thought I should put it away so I can use my hand, because I couldn't drop it, as it was infused in my hand, but then the thought came to me, "How do I do that exactly" "Its dried right?" As I thought that, I tried to get up, but I didn't realize how weak I had become. when I started to get up, I fell right back down and as I hit the ground I remember thinking that it felt super soft like a bed, then I passed out.