A/N: ...Wow, I was right about the reviews being lower than I expected. I just saw my story's view count for the previous chapter and it was lower than before, bummer. I also added an old to the perk [Lockjaw's Grandson] so that Issei and Old Lockjaw wouldn't get mixed up.

What's up guys! I'm back with another chapter of Re: DXD, so without further ado, here it is!


Day 80 (1st POV):

Today, I had the entirety of Sleeping Boar help me reinforce the walls with hardened planks and placed sharpened stakes on them facing towards the outside against attackers, and built ten more small huts for the rest of the feral boars and six large tents from some cloth and leather we found in the crates for the ranked up members within the village. We also formed three piles of large rocks and logs and placed them in the centre of the tribe clearing to make three major bonfires for the tribe to use as warmth, and for what I was going to introduce, cooking, farming, breeding, and essentially from what I could remember from my past life, the entirety of agriculture.

To tell the truth, I didn't even have an idea of what the agriculture was like here in Mirrenia, or even in my past life since I was just a highschooler who didn't really care about anything except for my grades, my friends, and dealing with the supernatural as a devil serving Rias.

...*cough* and the glory of breasts of course, can't forget about that.*cough*

Thankfully, Ironhead, Raynare, and Miss Ever were willing to explain, and to my surprise it was very similar to our previous world's version. I also found out that Fairies were most famous for their green thumb and their strong control of magic over nature, making them very popular among kingdoms, especially farmers and gardeners. Who knew?

From what I could understand as Chief, it wouldn't be enough for the Mapleriver Tribe to live on by simply foraging, gathering, and hunting food for the rest of our lives and we couldn't rely on raiding our enemies either. We have to produce our own supply of food and I needed to get more tribe members to rank up, so this was an opportunity to implement those ideas to the rest of my tribe.

With their help, I caught the interest of everyone, aside from the young piglets who simply did not understand yet. I learned from my surroundings that the entire forest was incredibly fertile with large maple trees and lush vegetation growing here and there, and we had a good balance of water from the tribe's river, sunlight, and enough land to actually make that happen. I made a few large bundles of stone hoes, stone shovels, wooden fences, and large leather packs with my other ranked up members, raising my [Crafting] up to level 21, and by late afternoon we tilted and dug up a small field of farmland by the river with a few canals of water, and planted seeds from the vegetables we used from the storage into the ground while watering them using a wooden bucket.

I also made some miniature wooden ploughs for the heck of it, and some of the ranked up members and feral boars were surprisingly using them well. Unsurprisingly, I got a [Farming] skill and raised it up to level 10, along with most of Sleeping Boar.

Meanwhile, I had Nialla, Sara and Donovan with some of their group members place the wooden fences we made around the field with stakes planted in the ground to scare away intruders or animals trying to trespass. What was funny though was that without me noticing it, Baeddan, Donovan, and Manato decided to plant a scarecrow they made in the middle of the field. It was hanging on a large wooden cross pole with rope holding up its arms, it's thin body I could tell was sewed with brown leather sacks, the large burlap sack head on top of it having black round sewn eyes and a frown on its face to make it look angry, and instead of straw it was filled with leaves and rags of cloth ripped away from some of the old clothes too torn up to use.

It looked very strange and I knew that some animals or intruders would smarten up and realize that it was a scarecrow after a few run-ins, but I was too amused by its ridiculousness to try and remove it from the field. I decided to play along, giving it some of my old clothes, a brown long sleeved leather shirt and baggy brown pants, concealed its hands and feet with old leather gloves and boots, and placed a large round leather hat over its head and a leather mask I sewed up for the lower half of its face, shadowing it's features.

From a few opinions I asked by some of the tribe members, I humorously gave him the name of Mr. Sackhead, and left him there for the night, standing vigilant over the field. Raynare, Nialla, and Arya agreed with each other and called the name dumb, but I thought it was hilarious.


Day 91:

Over the course of a week, eight of my tribe members managed to finally rank up as well.

Now of course that didn't mean we weren't doing anything. With the entirety of Sleeping Boar, we built three large storage sheds made of wooden logs decorated with leaves on their doors and roofs in place of the old storage huts which were torn down when they became too cramped to leave the food and resources in them anymore. We also built and reinforced more walls with stone around the village and began to make a mine inside a nearby large cave for ores and resources, with Donovan and Sara as the leaders of their own mining groups. They were making progress with the amount of iron, tin, copper, charcoal and steel they found inside, and Cindy, Baeddan and Manato managed to create a large stone charcoal pit forge with a pile of kindle, a stone anvil, and three large wooden buckets of water underneath the roof of a large wooden tent.

I was still trying to track Wynter and his razorback wolf pack with my own small mixed group of thundering and greedy boars, but still to no success. So I was rather surprised to come back and find some of my members rank up themselves.

Two of my tribe's females, who were identical twins named Noir and Blanc, had ranked up to feral orcs dressed in light leather armour with Blanc being shorter than her sister, and were part of Greedy Pig, having [Hunter] as their main classes. There was also Reese, Geryon, and Nova, the former two being from Thundering Hoof and now are Feral Orc and Forest Troll [Warrior]'s, and Nova being from Greedy Pig and a Canine Kobold, a light brown bipedal furred wolf humanoid dressed in leather armour, and an [Archer]. I was more focused on the first three who ranked up first, which were Ironhead, Miss Ever, and Arya.

The first to rank up was Ironhead, who was now a large dark grey feral orc male standing over 7'1" feet tall, slightly taller than my 6'9", with broad shoulders, strong muscled arms, a narrow waist, and short dark grey hair in a Caesar's cut over a rough, intimidating face. His tusks were the same as mine but longer and fare sharper with red tips. I measured his body with the help of the other boars and Baeddan. Sewing up a larger pair of clothes for him, which were a long sleeved brown rough spun tunic with chainmail underneath, buckskin leather pants, leather boots and a large iron breastplate with pauldrons and leather vambraces for protection. He was a [Warrior] like myself, taking a large iron battle-axe as his choice of weapon.

The next was Miss Ever, who became a grey feral orc female now standing over 5'6" feet tall with long silver hair that fell midway behind her back and braided at the front over a serene face with small tusks, warm motherly light blue eyes, and a sexy, buxom figure I couldn't help but internally drool over. She wore a light brown buckskin dress with long sleeves that fell to her knees and brown baggy leggings from one of the crates. She also wore a black tribal necklace, brown leather side laced shoes, and a dark brown furred mantle around her shoulders. She was a [Hunter] with her subclass being [Archer] like Nialla, and as for weapons, she took two curved daggers and a rough wooden bow with a quiver of arrows.

And last but not least was Arya, who was now a light grey feral orc female standing over five feet tall with a modest figure slightly smaller than Nialla's, long straight white hair with slight streaks of red mixed in over a soft, lively face with freckles spread beautifully around her nose, small tusks protruding out of the lower side of her mouth the same as Nialla's, and royal purple eyes. She wore a short sleeveless maple red and brown dress attached with white fur at the end of her dress, a few brown tribal bracelets on each of her wrist, and white silk stockings underneath brown knee high boots over her legs. She also took two iron daggers from the crates as one of her weapons, as well as to my confusion a long wooden stave with different shades of green leaves and an animal skull decorated on top, which didn't last long.

What was surprising and to my amazement, was that she had red tribal tattoos over her forearms, and was able to use magic when she held her hands up and created small embers of fire that danced on her fingertips. It turned out that her tattoos were signs of her being blessed by Wendelin, the [Minor God of Fire Magic], when she ranked up and that she was now of the [Fire Witch] class.

The whole tribe and myself, except for Raynare who simply smiled, cheered out of excitement over this discovery! We finally had a magic user on our tribe, and even if it was one magic user, it was still amazing!

Other than that, the field was growing well, and in a few more weeks or months It would essentially be time to begin harvesting the vegetables and crops. The Mapleriver tribe was becoming more prosperous, and I couldn't have it any other way.

Now if only I could actually enjoy the scenery, instead of being slightly paranoid and so focused on our main enemy clan Broken Peak, their allies the Poisonscale, and my hunt for Wynter's pack, but that's the price of being Chief, my job is never done for caring over the wellbeing of my people.

Day 93:

Uneventful. I had trained the new pile of rookies till they were knocked unconscious on the ground, raising my [Teaching] and [Patience] levels up a quite a bit, and trained my [Sword Mastery] and [Dagger Mastery] up to 23 and 17, with [Archery] as a new skill and up to 10. I also noticed that my face was growing a beard so I took a dagger, a wooden bucket of water, and using the reflection of the dagger, carefully shaved off a bit of my facial hair and made it into a neat 5'0 clock shadow, but aside from all that, pretty uneventful.


Day 98:

I was practicing my [Unarmed Mastery] in an empty clearing with my gear besides a nearby tree in an effort to gain back my old master rank of hand-to-hand combat, going through a few styles and moves I could remember from my past training with my precious friends in DXD, Tannin-Ossan, and Sairaorg. I was steadily increasing its levels up to 38 and my STR, VIT and DEX much higher, before I heard Ironhead call me from behind my back.

"Hey, Chief Lockjaw!" I turned my head and see Ironhead walking up with some of the ranked up members behind him. "All of us are going to spar in a tournament, wanna join us?" Ironhead asked, looking ready to rumble at the prospect.

I raised my eyebrow in interest. A tournament huh? "Well, sure. I guess I can join."

"Great!" They all exclaimed, excited.

I grabbed my gear and was soon led to the clan clearing, where everybody of my tribe was forming an arena inside a large square, with Miss Ever and Raynare leading as referee. She was currently standing up and explaining the tournament to the audience, who were all feral boars, piglets, and some ranked members like Nialla and Arya.

I saw Raynare standing outside of the middle of the ring with Miss Ever besides her, looking ready to announce something towards the large audience of tribe members.

"Alright everyone, listen up! The objective of the tournament is for each of our participants to show of their fighting skills while facing off against one another in an unarmed brawl, and in each match you either win by getting your opponent out of the ring, knocking them out, or making them submit in defeat. When we reach the final two competitors, they will face off in a final brawl, and the one who wins will be crowned as the Strongest Fighter of Mapleriver, and will receive a special little trinket along with a secret weapon. No cheap shots, no hitting below the belt, and the goal is to have a fun and fair fight for everyone, understood!" Raynare shouted, looking around the now excited feral boars and ranked up members.

"Yeah!" They exclaimed, excited.

Raynare and Miss Ever had noticed the raised hoof in the air, and Raynare responded. "Yes, what is your question?"

"What does "hitting below the belt" mean?" I saw that it was one of the little female piglets who raised her hoof, who I remember naming as Viola, and chuckled a bit.

Raynare deadpanned. "I'll tell you when you're older, Viola."

"Okay!" Viola happily responded, making me and a few other of the adults chuckle harder.

Raynare shook her head and nodded to Miss Ever, who looked at Raynare and nodded back.

"Alright then." Miss Ever raised her right arm up, "Let the first ever fighting tournament of the Mapleriver Tribe...begin!" she then swung her arm downwards, signalling the start of the match.

The first two participating fighters got onto the ring, who I could see were Donovan and Geryon, took off their shirts, and began to duke it out with their fists and kicks. I walked up to Raynare, who saw me and gave me a bemused look.

"You guys decided to host a tournament?" I clarified, amused.

"Yeah, some of the tribe members and I were getting bored a few days ago, so we decided to start a tournament to re-energize the tribe with two surprise rewards at the end, if that's okay with you?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Eh, it's fine, just ask me next time. So, what's the reward?" I grinned, already expecting her answer.

Raynare simply scoffed. "Sorry Chief, can't spoil the surprise. So, they got you in too?"

"Yeah, can't let this rookies get too arrogant now, can I?" I scoffed back, slightly smirking.

"Hey!" The other participants behind me shouted, sounding offended.

"Ahem, remind me again who's training you all to the bone?" I asked them with a raised eyebrow, not even looking behind me to see their pale faces. "And can possibly increase your training up to an eleven, until you all eventually pass out from exhaustion. Hmm?"

That had shut them up quickly.

"...Exactly." I smugly grinned, causing Raynare who was in front of me to roll her eyes with a smile forming on her lips.

They quietly grumbled before they went back to their positions on the side-lines. I sat down and observed the rest of the match. Three minutes had passed in the fight before Donovan had successfully knocked Geryon out of the ring with a kick to the stomach, ending the match. They shook hands with grinning, bruised faces and went on their merry way back to their seats.

This continued for a long period of time in the tournament, I was able to beat back both Manato and Baeddan and made them submit defeat with Reese as my only knockout when I uppercutted him under the chin, before all that was left standing in the ring was me and Ironhead.

I licked my lips, tasting blood with a hint of iron and hopped in place a few times, eyeing Ironhead who was stretching his sore arms while strongly meeting my gaze. We were both bruised in some places, my arms and leg muscles were feeling sore and I had slightly bloodied lips, a cut over my right eyebrow which would need stitching and would probably leave a scar, and lastly a black bruise under my left eye, while Ironhead himself had very sore arm muscles, a dried bloodied nose, and a small black bruise forming over the left side of his stomach. We had taken off our shirts and boots a long time ago in the matches, with me showing off my scarred and muscular body built like a soldier, while Ironhead had the build of a heavyweight bodybuilder due to the defined, strong muscles I could tell on his body.

I also felt a strange significant amount of stares from somewhere, but left it as imaginary.

"Okay people, this is the final match if the tournament! Is everybody ready?!" Raynare shouted out.

The tribe audience simply cheered back in joy and excitement.

"Alright! On the right side of the arena, we have the largest feral orc in the tribe who was won his matches with two knockouts, one submission, and still looking ready to fight! He has quickly proven himself as one of the strongest participants in this tournament and one of the top strongest warriors of Mapleriver. Please give a round of applause for, Ironhead!" Raynare pointed towards Ironhead, who pumped his fists upwards and roared, receiving the cheering applause and hoof stomps with glee.

I simply clapped along, smiling. I could tell that this fight was going to be one of my most intense brawls I would ever face since my rank up, or my past life for that matter.

"And on the left side of the ring, we have our most beloved leader and father figure of the tribe, who is also the toughest red orc we know in Gallion Forest, and made two of his opponents submit in defeat and knocked his last opponent out cold with a deadly uppercut right up the chin! He is the Chief of Mapleriver himself; please give it up for, Lockjaw!" Raynare shouted, pointing at me.

I garnered a lot more applause and hoof stomps than Ironhead, who was clapping along with them as well, a wide smile on his face. I simply stood there, dumbstruck before grinning and waving back at my own people.

'So, they also see me as a father figure, huh?' I thought, mentally chuckling a bit to myself. 'Never thought I would actually be one, but it goes to show how my own people really do look up to me.'

This reminded me of how back then I would go full throttle for my own precious friends in my past life, and that wasn't something I was going to change now.

"Before the match begins, we must ask that both of the participants shake hands with one another to show a mutual sign of respect." Raynare announced.

I walked up and met Ironhead in the middle of the ring, firmly shaking our hands together with mutual respect in our eyes.

"May the best fighter win?" Ironhead asked, grinning broadly.

"Don't get too cocky, Ironhead. Regardless of your strength, I'm still going to mop the floor with you." I smirked, challengingly.

"...Mop the floor?" He tilted his head, confused.

My face fell flat. "It means that I am going to beat you in this match, Ironhead."

"Oh! Well don't expect me to go down so easily!" He retorted back.

We quickly let go of our hands, and walked back to our positions, shifting into our stances. I was in a simple boxing stance, while Ironhead was crouching low with his hands besides him.

"Fighters, are you ready?" Miss Ever shouted, looking between both of us.

"Yeah!" We exclaimed, responding back.

She nodded, raising her arm up. "Then let the match..." She then swung her arm down. "Begin!"

I kicked off the match first with a sprint towards Ironhead, and jabbed my right fist at his chest. "Hah!"

He tilted his head left to dodge the attack, swinging his right fist at me, to which I dodged and retaliated with a leg sweep aimed at his right leg, sending him down to the ground.

Before I could capitalize on the opportunity, I leapt back from a kick to my shins from a safe distance, and Ironhead quickly got himself back up, looking fine. "I'm not done yet!" He growled, cracking both of his knuckles.

I craned and cracked my neck a few times as well and approached him slowly, circling around one another before I lashed out a few jabs and haymakers at him, who in turn dodged and weaved through the attacks and proceeded with a haymaker to my stomach.

"Oof!" I was bent forward from the blow and skidded a few meters, before I recovered and when I saw Ironhead going for an uppercut up to my chin, dodged and in reversal spun around and sent out a kick to his abdomen with my right foot.

"Gah!" He was too sent back a few meters, and before he could react, I ran up to grapple his knees and lifted him up to slam him back down onto the grassy ground.

I mounted the upper part of his abdomen and landed fast jabs on his face and chest, before Ironhead finally recovered and struck out with an uppercut, pushed me off his body and onto the ground.

"Oof!" I was slightly dazed from the blow before I shook it off and spring boarded myself up, shifting into a Muay Thai stance. I rushed back at Ironhead again, who was already standing up and rushed at me as well, and proceeded to exchange strikes and hits with each other, with me weathering through his blows and attempting to punch and kick more parts of his body, while he was also blocking my attacks and lashed out with some of his own strikes.

I blocked a punch reaching for my face, and countered it with a hit to his right leg using my left shin. This immediately made him bend his leg in pain, and gave me an opening.

I lashed out with a roundhouse kick, bending him forward and hooked my right arm under his left, before swinging my left leg over his body flipping him over, causing me and Ironhead to fall down to the ground and landed straight into a cross arm bar.

"Argh!" Ironhead cried out when we landed on the ground and I started to create pressure to his left arm. He tried to break free before I added more pressure, essentially making him tap out with his right hand. "Ow, ow, okay, you win! Ow!"

"There you have it everyone! Our winner by submission, and now crowned as the Strongest Fighter in Mapleriver! Please give a round of applause again for, Chief Lockjaw!" I could hear Raynare say, before the arena surrounding us exploded with cheers, applauses, and hoof stomps.

I quickly broke the lock and let Ironhead go, standing up first before helping him back up onto his feet. "Wow, that last one hurts." Ironhead said, wincing in pain as he experimentally moved his his left arm. "You never taught any of us that skill."

Before the tournament, I had started training the ranked up members with a few basic martial art techniques so that they could better protect themselves. I was also hiding a lot more moves from them and didn't want to reveal all of my skills so quickly.

"Hey, it's supposed to be one of my hidden trump cards whenever I was in a struggle. Don't expect me to teach you all of my tricks!" I retorted while rolling my eyes. "And aren't I teaching you trainees enough techniques to fight and defend yourself with?"

"Can't argue with that!" Ironhead said, looking very sheepish.

"Will the winner please step up to receive your prize!" I turned my body around and walked away from Ironhead, the crowd was already moving away from the arena to get back to what they were doing aside from a few bystanders when I reached Miss Ever, who was standing outside the centre of the ring while holding two items on top of a leather cloth.

"Congratulations, Chief!" Miss Ever said, smiling. "Ready to receive your prizes?"

"Yeah, Thanks." I smiled back at her, grabbing ahold of said items from her hands before she walked away, and inspected them.

On my left hand were two brown leather armbands decorated with sharp teeth and white fur at each ends, while over on my right hand I was holding a long black metal bō staff with gold details and what looked like hard gold metal capped at the ends. It had a wavy smooth texture on its body, and engraved into it were outlines of leaves and branches.

I [Analyse]'d the armbands first, ignoring the ping of a skill level up.

Forest Enchanted Armbands

Leather armbands created with wolf pelts and decorated with sharp teeth and horned rabbit fur, which enchanted with lesser forest magic essence to defend its user. Created by a forest witch in Mapleriver.

Effect: [+10 STR], [+50 Defence], [+30 Resistance towards Forest magic].

Rank: Uncommon

Durability: 330/330

I blinked in surprise, "Arya made this?" I thought out loud.

"Mhm." I turned my head to the right, and saw Arya standing next to me, gazing towards the armbands. "I had Raynare teach me how to enchant items and weapons, and when they announced the tournament, I thought that I could use my skills to make the armbands, which would be the reward in front of you." She tilted her head. "Is it good?"

I nodded, transferring the armbands to my right hand and patting Arya softly on her head with a wide grin. "Of course it is!"

I could see her enjoying my pat with a soft smile, before removing my hand from her head, and wore the armbands on. I could feel a calming sensation wash over me, but to my surprise the scales on my arms started slightly glowing green underneath my bandages before it faded away.

"What the...?" A window popped up in front of me, interrupting my thoughts.

[Dragon Skin(Lesser)] has levelled up! 1-2!

[Dragon Skin(Lesser)] has absorbed the essence of current magic, creating a new subskill! [Light Nature Resistance LV1]!

Due to initial rush from absorbing of current magic, MAG has been slightly raised up to 203!

'My...my [Dragon Skin(Lesser)] finally levelled up...and my MAG was slightly raised too?' I blinked my eyes, shocked.

Does this mean...that magic is what levels this skill up? No, that can't just simply be it. I have the subskill [Tough Skin] and that's not magical, and my sword is poison-enchanted yet I haven't gotten any kind of response, There was also the absorption of magic detail, so there has to be more to this...

"C-Chief...?" I looked at Arya to see her shocked expression. "Why were your arms glowing?"

"Um..." I glanced down at my own arms and looked back at Arya. "Quick question, have I ever shown you and the others what's beneath my bandages?"

"Um...no?" She meekly asked, still looking down at my arms with uncertainty.

I clicked my tongue. "Hm...do you want me to show them to you?" I asked Arya with serious expression,

She caught the meaning of my words and calmed down. "Y-yes, if you don't mind me looking..."

I nodded and lifted up my left arm towards her, letting the staff fall down from my right hand onto the ground before removing the top half of the bandages, showing off a bit of the red scales on my arm.

Arya's eyes widened before she moved her left hand onto my own arm to touch the scales before quickly pulling it away. "Amazing...they actually feel real. Ise, were you blessed by a god?"

I cocked my eyebrow when she called me by my old name instead of Chief, but let it go. If Baeddan could do it, why not also my friends as well?

I also couldn't let Arya know that I was an actual reincarnated person or she would suspect me of being crazy.

"You could...say that." I lied, slightly turning my eyes away from her to look guilty. "To be honest, I was afraid of your and the others reaction to... well, this." I motioned towards the scales.

"Oh! I see..." Arya placed her left hand underneath her right elbow to cup her chin in thought. "But red scales? When I look closer, they look oddly draconic. Who is the god that blessed you, Ise?"

I froze, not expecting that. "Um...well..."

"Arya? There you are!" I was thankfully saved from explaining when we turned our heads to see Nialla calling out to the startled witch from a distance. "Come on, the others need your help!" She said, before running back.

"O-Okay, I'll be there!" Arya then looked back at me, looking apologetic. "Sorry Is-I mean Chief." She quickly said, now realizing that in her shock and awe she was calling me by my first name.

I held up a hand. "Hey, no worries. Baeddan still refers to me by my old name at times, so it's alright for you or some of our other friends to say it."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I am. You should go to Nialla, she sounds kind of urgent."

"Right." I began to re-tie my bandages when Arya started to run, but then stopped when I saw her stay still on her feet a few meters away and slightly turn her body to look back towards me. "Ise?"

"Hm?"

"Am...am I the only one who knows about this?" She asked, tilting her head in an odd, but cute way.

"Well...yeah?" I said, quirking an eyebrow at her question.

"...I see." To my growing confusion, she began to have an oddly happy face with a pleased smile, before she continued to run after Nialla. "Thanks for the answer, Chief!"

"...I'm having an odd sense of Deja-vu...again." I narrowed my eyes, puzzled. "But what?"

I know what it is and is so familiar, but I just can't put a finger on it!

I shook my head before I continued retying the bandages on my left arm. When I firmly tied it back in place, I picked up the staff laying at my feet from the ground with my hands, and [Analyse]"d it.

[Fera Cervum]

A special bō staff forged with steel, obsidian, and the blood and antlers of a Great Oriv Stag. A long blunt staff weapon which used to belong to a dead fighter from Giltea, and was enchanted with greater forest magic to enhance fluid strikes and movements of the user.

Effect: [+210 STR], [+480 DEX], [40% chance of critical damage]

Rank: Unique

Durability: 840/840

My eyes twitched at the overhaul of information.

...What were the lizardmen doing with this kinds of weapon? No, the better question is, how did the Poisonscale get their hands on them in the first place?!

...and wasn't this in latin named Wild Stag?

I sighed stressfully, before looking back at the weapon in my hands. Curious, I swung and spun the bō staff around a few times, and started going through a few motions and moves to test it. Satisfied, I placed it over my right shoulder and walked back to get my gear, noticing that I was still shirtless.

'I could get used to this staff.' I thought ruefully, feeling like it fit right in my hands. I also saw at the corner of my eye a notification, which said that I now had a [Staff Mastery] skill.'Besides, I needed to get a blunt weapon to use for not killing anyways...aside from a club that is.'


Day 101:

I was on top of a tree from one of the many large branches I was sitting on. I left morning training to Nialla and Ironhead, and was scouting the area I was in for suspicious details from one of my rival clans, which I knew was one of the densest parts of Gallion Forest. I was decked out in my Armor with new leather gloves on my hands, my sword at my left hip, my Fera Cervum slung behind my back along with a wooden bow, and my original iron dagger sheathed at my right hip, underneath my satchel and a wooden quiver of arrows.

I was now at Level 46, and was levelling up slowly but surely enough to reach a hundred or possibly more, with my physical and mental stats, as well as some of my skills increased as well. I gained a personal perk known as [Battle-Hardened], making me much more harder to kill, increased my awareness in battle, and raised my health by 20%. I also created two new skills called [Bash] and [Wind Sweep] while training with my bo staff, and raised them up to level 5.

I was scanning the area for a few moments before I heard a large crunch and rumble from the ground. I stilled unsteadily, and then shifted my body into a crouching position on top of the branch.

"What was that?" I silently whispered, alarmed. I grabbed the hilt of my sword and unsheathed it. I spotted something in the distance, and went onto a nearby branch to take a closer look.

Hidden behind the large maple trees and coming out of the distance, I could see some of its features. It was over fifteen feet tall and had long, thick greyish-brown hair decorated with braids and beads with wide grey eyes, small stubby white horns growing out of its forehead, tapered ears, and a low jutting jaw full of sharp canines. When I looked down I saw that it was shirtless, showing off its large pot-belly, and was wearing a large brown loincloth held up by a brown thick rope belt decorated with what disturbingly looked like human and monster skulls around its waist. It's feet was bare footed, and in its right hand was dragging the remains of a large tree acting as large club, from what I could tell was its weapon when I saw the bloodstains on it.

I went pale with fright, and quickly [Analyse]'d it.

Cannibal Giant Elder (Lv310)

HP: 330,400/230,400

Cannibal Giants are stray nomad giants who have gone insane with cannibalism and eat both monsters and other races, including their own kind. This elder giant has been driven into insanity from a long time ago, and will not hesitate to devour every mortal in its path.

I gulped, nervous and definitely afraid. A cannibal giant?! This thing's level was insane, with it being 310! With no doubt, I'll be eaten alive in a second, and his heath is ridiculous too!

But...what was a monster like that doing here?

I looked around the area and saw to my left a large dirt road, spotting a large brown carriage sitting there attached with what looked to be a cart covered by a large cloth. From what I could see, there was no driver, and four horses attached at the front of the carriage were frantically trying to pull the vessel away and get out of their leashes, but one of the wheels were stuck onto the ground.

I grimaced and bit my lip, conflicted. I can't leave whoever's inside and those horses to die, but I'll be facing up against a powerful monster in the process...what do I do?

...*sigh* Dammit all.

I sheathed my sword back and hopped off branch to branch, safely landing on the ground. I sprinted across the trees, unslinging my bow on my left hand and grabbing an arrow with my right, notched it and aiming behind the elder giant's head.

"I hope to god this works..." I muttered, slightly shaking in fear. I pulled the arrow back even more, and when I reached the clearing where the giant was at, I quickly let loose and fired it.

THWUP!

It flew across the air, moving forward before hitting the back of the giant's nape. It stopped moving and slowly turned its head, its eyes looking downwards and spotting me on the ground, still in firing position.

I gave it a shaky smile, lowering my bow while nervously chuckling despite the furious glare it was giving me. "Sooo...you come here often?"

It turned its whole body around and gave out a loud, bestial roar.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I could feel the air ripple around me, my hair swept back from the roar, and small parts of its spit landed on me. My expression fell flat, and I wiped the disgusting liquid off my face with my right hand. "...I immediately regret this decision."

It raised its left leg up, prompting me to spun my right foot's heel around to dash to the left, and stomped down onto the ground from where I was at, creating a large depression on the ground. I immediately grabbed two arrows, notching them back, and fired at its face, to which it simply raised its right arm, resulting in the arrows being shot there instead.

"Damnit!" I slung my bow, and unsheathed my sword with my right hand. It gave out another bestial roar, before raising its tree club to smash me. I rolled to the sides, swiftly dodging it's blow, and activated [Mortal Strike].

I gritted my teeth and sprinted around its weapon, nearing its hand and lashed out with a powerful slice. "Hah!"

My blade cleanly sliced through a small part of its wrist, and began to cut and slash at its hand multiple times, leaving a large amounts of small cuts, before deactivating the skill to regenerate my MP. I rolled to the side and ran away when it's left hand tried to grab me, looking back and grimacing to see the giant raise its hand unfazed, no pain whatsoever. "Oh, come on!"

I saw that it quickly turned its body, raising its left hand up, and I had back stepped when the giant slammed it's open hand into the ground in front of me, cutting off my path and trapping me. I looked back and saw that it had reared its hand into a fist, alerting me of what's trying to do.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." Without thinking, I quickly unsheathed my sword and dagger to stab and climb up the large hand using them as picks and vaulted over it, narrowly escaping its attempts at slapping its hands together to pound me.

'I need to lead this guy elsewhere!' I thought, frantically forming a plan which may work. I ran to a far enough distance, and turned on my heel. I sheathed my weapons and cupped my mouth with my hands, giving out a large shout. "Hey, Lice-ridden Meatsack!"

The cannibal giant grabbed its weapon and turned around, snarling angrily while walking towards me.

"Try to fucking catch me, you Gargantuan Tool!" I immediately turned around and sprinted across the clearing and through the trees, jumping over and ducking under a stray branch or bush. I was constantly glancing behind my back, and seeing the giant running after me while he smashed, uprooted, and pounded some of the trees in its path away. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I muttered under my breath, my nerves were frying like a hot oven right now.

I spotted a large entanglement of vines from a branch and grabbed them, swearing like a shipload of sailors as I frantically planned how to get this oversized cannibal off my back. I mean, I had handled supersized enemies in my past life, but back then, I had Ddraig to help me out. Plus I could fly back then, which had helped a lot.

Hmm…idea.

Spotting my goal I reached within myself for my power, my magic. Feeling it, I grasped it as I swiftly tied one end of the vines around a tree then looped the other one around another a fair distance off. That done, I hopped over the vine and ran back into sight, ignoring the popup window as I did so.

"Oi! Dumbass giant! I'm over here! Hungry? Why wait?!" I taunted and bellowed at the cannibal giant, which bellowed angrily again. I don't think it really understood my words, but it definitely understood my attitude. Waving its crude club clumsily, it charged right at me…and then tripped over the vine stretched between the trees.

It floated there rather comically for a moment before starting to fall. I legged it away to the right just in time to get sent flying by the displaced air of it smashing into the ground…right at the edge of a cliff. With a rumble and groan of tearing earth and rock, the giant (and a good chunk of the cliff) fell down into the valley on the other side. I had lost a third of my HP thanks to being sent flying into a tree, but I reasoned that it was HP well spent.

Tiptoeing over to the edge of the cliff, I peered down to see the giant sprawled out with a highly confused expression on its ugly face. I also noticed, somewhat peevishly, that it had only lost about five percent of its health from that little tumble. As expected from a level three-hundred-plus giant.

That being said, it was becoming more lucid as time passed, so I decided that it was time to withdraw. He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day, and all stuff.

I walked back to the carriage to check on the civilians inside, still feeling groggy from the hit, and knocked on the carriage door a couple of times. I was responded with silence instead.

Confused, I grabbed the doorknob and twisted, surprised when it clicked and the door casually swung open. I gawked like an idiot when I saw that there was nobody inside, just a fancy brown room with a couple of large leather rucksacks on the seats. There was a table in the middle with a fancy white tea seat left untouched.

I blinked a couple of times, before I slapped my forehead in realization. "Idiot! Of course there wouldn't be anyone inside, they should have heard the giant a mile away!" I groaned, feeling stupid.

So I did all that for nothing?! Goddess dammit!

I ran my palm roughly across my face and sighed. "Well, at least there's an upside to this mess."

I looked to back to see the cart hiding the potential supplies me and my clan could use, and switched to the front of the carriage and saw the horses still attached, now calmed down. "Now, Mapleriver has more supplies and it's own ride service." I said, weakly smiling and still feeling stupid.

Besides, I think I have the faintest idea of what to do.

I walked up to the front and got up to the seat, grabbing a hold of the reigns and snapped them. "Hah!" I shouted with a loud voice.

As expected, the horses started to move, now moving the carriage forward on the path. I grinned, smiling widely.

"Wait, till I show the clan this baby." I whispered, giddy with excitement. I snapped the reigns again, causing the horses to speed up on the rough road. I got a hold of the basic workings, and soon led the carriage off-road and to the path of where my village was. All in all, a pretty good haul and a successful day.


A/N: Before the start of credits, I have something to say. I am going to go finally write that new chapter of my other story, A Dragon's Gamer Life. God's it's been 2015 since I updated, and if you're interested take a look since I revised chapter 1 and 2 since I reread them and felt like I could have done better. Anyway, on with the credits!

You know...I've been thinking. With the current pace of Mapleriver's growth, things are running smoothly, but they still have to deal with two clans, who could possibly come back to return the favour.

So as a compromise, I am going to give Mapleriver their first allies in the forest, of which you readers can choose on. Now do take in mind, that these allies will also accompany and join Mapleriver on their growth as a clan, city, or possible kingdom, so be careful of your decision.

Here are some of the occupants and monsters of Gallion Forest, of which you can vote on besides Mapleriver's Feral Boars. Occupants: Red Gnomes, Furbolgs, Murlocs, Bullywugs, Croaka's and Gippli's, Bandits, Owlbears, Razorback Wolves, Slimes and Balloons, Lizardmen(Enemy), Goblins and Hobgoblins(Enemy), Salamanders. I'm also hiding some choices since I don't want to reveal them all yet.

That is all, please review on this story or PM me on your vote and the reason why, tell me what you think of this chapter, and I'll see you all later, peace!


Character Status by the end of Day 101

Lockjaw Mapleriver II

Title: [Bold Idiot], [Chief of the Mapleriver Tribe], [Lockjaw the Second], [Young Chief]

Level: 46

Race: [Red Orc (Feral Orc Variant)]

Class: [Warrior]

Perks: [Old Lockjaw's Grandson], [Battle-Hardened]

HP: 10,739/10,739

MP: 610/610

STR: 381 (+13)

VIT: 418 (+12)

DEX: 356 (+ 10)

INT: 83 (+5)

WIS: 214 (+9)

LD: 279

Magic: 310


Faction:

Ally:

[Empty]

Enemy:

Goblin Clan of Broken Peak: -100(Hated)

Poisonscale Clan: -100(Hated)


Skills:

Passive:

Unique Skills:

Devil's Language (Lesser) (Level 3)

Subskill: Common Draconic (Level 1)

Dragon Skin (Lesser) (Level 2)

Tribal Leadership (Level MAX)

Class Skills:

[Empty]

Basic Skills:

Crafting (Level 21)

Dagger Mastery (Level 17)

Teaching (Level 21)

Patience (Level 19)

Spear Mastery (Level 1)

Unarmed Mastery (Level 20)

Sword Mastery (Level 23)

Axe Mastery (Level 8)

Shield Mastery (Level 13)

Staff Mastery (Level 4)

Archery (Level 10)

Farming (Level 10)

Active:

Unique Skills:

Analyse (Level 10)

Class Skills:

Mortal Strike (Level 11) (Warrior)

Shield Bash (Level 7) (Warrior)

Basic Skills:

Assassinate (Level 1)

Steal (Level 1)

First Aid (Level 15)

Bash (Level 5)

Wind Sweep (Level 5)