Chapter 1:Starting point
I groggily got up from the ground and looking around wildly as I was in a huge forest clearing, I now know just what it feels for those who got isekai'd into another world, wondering if its a dream but after remembering my 'final' moment on a bus for volunteers in a Government relief operation to Paracelis Mt. Province to provide food for the quarantined citizen it was going nicely until we got attacked by terrorist
in an attempt of heroism I attacked the group consisting of three, got an advantage of enclosed space as their firearms are too long, I applied my well earned hand to hand combat I learned in the boot camp...even though I didn't pass cause of the army's Neuro test, anyways I was winning cause they are untrained with hand-to-hand combat combined with their clumsy attempt to aim their rifles to me...then the last guy still conscious got smart and pulled his pistol and shot me to the chest, tasting blood and wheezing the last thing I see was the goon getting beaten and ganged on by my fellow...
and here we are finished with the semi lethargic moment in the memory lane, then realization and then lamenting the lost of purpose as I got plucked out from my world like those cliches of isekai and into an unfamiliar environment
I was still lamenting my old life when I suddenly became aware of the HUD(to those like me who's slow at guessing acronyms it's Heads Up Display),
a Mish-mash of game HUD like RPG and a vague Survival Craft game HUD, hotbars and numerical presentations of my being hovering around my peripheral view and somehow never obstruct my vision
Name:(Enter Name)
Age:17
Hp:150/150
Mp:100/100
Hunger:100%
STR:15(1*10=HP)(2=1% HP regen)
AGI:20(2=1% movement speed)
(10=5% critical hit)
INT:35(1*10=MP)(2=1%MP regen)
Essence:0
Stat Points:0
Inventory
[empty] [empty] [empty] [empty[empty] [empty] [empty] [empty[empty]
I observed it and concluded that this is the package the eldrich dude left for me to help me survive this world, though I'm concerned that the HUD is asking for a name, I already ha...wh-how do I not remember my! oh right! it's gotten ROBed shenanigans...
Name: Galan Gread
there! one problem down, many more to go, in fact I need to know where I am as I'm sure a primary world most ROBs used are Deathworlds...
I don't know if this world I am in is a death world but I really hope not
searching the HUD setting got me nothing so there goes my idea and hope for me to reduce the difficulty *sigh*... at least now that I look around I think I am in full render distance that make my eyesight see a bit farther than my old 10/25 to 30/25 which I'm grateful of, this isn't too bad...no
forget I said that...
*sniff* what's that smell
I look around in the distance and saw smoke...thick black smoke which indicate a huge area aflame...smoke like that reminds me of my previous highschool that got burned, so there's a higher chance to see if there is a native here I can somehow question for where I am now, hope ROB gave me ability for translating or the natives speak the cliche English...hope they can speak Tagalog but beggars can't be choosers am I right, one can dream right?
in that moment I don't know what happened maybe I'm desperate for answers, too depressed and suicidal, destiny and fate mumbo jumbo or the Rob who snag me changed my 'self' to be able to adapt better... the later was the most likely as when I arrived at a...settlement, cuz it's what I would call a wooden walled village of wooden cabin houses which is being raided by what seems to be a cultist group all wields a sword with emblems of sword in a crimson background to their what I'm guessing as their cloaks, witnessing the massacre as they stole foods, kills the males and militias armed with stone spears and clubs with mismatched armors of fur, leather and chain mesh armor pieces as defense, and they captures the females and children to...I quickly look around to look for something to help me and find a spot to hide
a club was infront of me which I quickly grab
*club w/t thorns - a primitive weapons of most settlements with no better idea of a weapon
-Go native!
durability 74/90
I prefer a pair of Arnis sticks but meh close enough
A wrathful swordsman which I'm tempted to call a Swordwrath spotted me before I can position myself on the spot so there goes my chance to cower in a corner, welp better die fighting like a man than a chicken
I ran towards the cultist that spotted me as he thought maybe that I'm just a weak boy and informed the others, he was about to grab a sobbing woman from the ground whimpering and hugging a bloody man I'm assuming is her husband, with focus I found a boost of speed that surprised me and him heightening my perception while closed the five meters of distance to wack his head with the bulbous club with I think is a non lethal force to knock him out
while my head tries to justify my act like 'I did this cause they are monsters wearing a human skin' and my excuse of me going to them and playing hero was that 'I'm so depressed and mostly stressed and that by doing this I'm helping and destressing while distracting myself from my fortune and future'...yeah
the other clubwielders was wary of me but they continued the fight as they figured I'm with them
another rushed me
"die heathens die!!!" I batted his sword away and was shocked as the sword was bent, 'they are using bronze sword!' I realized and grinned
my foe was shocked as well then enraged at what happened
he charged me like an idiot and swinging wildly, I picked up what seems like a part of a wooden door to use as a shield and blocked the telegraphed attacks and countered with my club directly to the top of the head knocking him out
3rd person pov
The surrounding militia was having a hard time fighting of the Swordwraths and they are getting killed one by one by fatal stab or bleeding out lifeblood
then a stranger wearing a strange cloth consist of a cloth with earthly color and so is it's pants but darker, with a dark brown slightly curly hair and tan skin,
few of the militias was wary of him but when they spot that he's not wielding a sword like the raiding Swordwraths give them ease, the stranger picked a fallen club nearby and was going to hide when one of the arrogant Swordwraths exclaimed his existence and abandoned his plan to hide and instead charged the raider whom ignored the seemingly brat whom is charging him silent and focused to get slaves in the cage
he paid the price with a concussion and lated in the ground unconscious, another Swordwraths and one whom is a zealot charged the boy, spit and a warcry complete with a wild telegraphed attacks which the boy countered by wacking the sword in the side hard enough to bend the bronze which surprised most of the Swordwraths and the militias took the chance to renew their attack with more determination
a/n- hi