The room I had bought with the 10,000 Beri was a bit shit if I do say so myself, but I was making do with what I had. I had enough extra cash to buy some food and drink but I needed to bring back more meat for Bata if I wanted anything else.
I stared at the clock, which let me know it was now 2 a.m., I could barely see a single thing and I was tossing and turning in my bed for most of the night. It felt bad that my fucked sleeping habits transferred from one universe to another. It was mostly the fact that I didn't have my phone to distract me as I eventually passed out that bothered me, I was restless and just staring at my ceiling, bored.
Eventually, once the sun started rising, I felt tired enough that I could go to sleep, and I woke up at around 2 PM, refreshed.
I didn't exactly have a disorderly sleeping pattern, I just slept late and woke up late at the same time every night, since chatting with American friends does that to you.
I stood up and opened my inventory, taking out my rifle and slinging it across my back, there, I made my way to the butchery.
Hunter was standing by the door of Bata's office and looked to be waiting for me. He had a big wagon beside him and was resting on it.
"Oi, what took ya' so long, I've been waiting here for 2 hours." He exclaimed.
"I couldn't sleep, let's just go," I said, he groaned but just followed behind me. I went up to the wagon, which looked more like a rickshaw and had more space for storage and no seat.
I grabbed it by the two handles and hoisted it up, before pulling it along, it didn't feel as heavy as the elk so that was good, though I didn't know how much it'd affect me once it was stored in the wagon.
A few miles in and I was drained of my energy, I took a breather and sat down, but then I saw an unsuspecting wild boar eating some grass. I slowly stood up to not attract any attention and raised my rifle. I closed one eye and looked through the sights, aiming for the head.
Headshot. It collapsed instantly and I ran to go get it, though I heard rapid footsteps coming towards me as I grabbed the hog by the tusks, and I turned around to see a grizzly bear wanting to take the pig for himself, greedy bastard.
I dropped the tusks and started running to the dirt path, Hunter had his rifle up and sunk two shots into the bear which staggered it, though it quickly recovered and ran over to him.
He dropped the gun as he dove to the side to avoid a wide slash, he took out a large serrated knife and plunged it deep into the back of the beast before quickly taking it out.
Fuck, I needed to do something, the bear would kill him eventually, the bear took all of the stabs and slashes in stride, one mistake and he'd go down.
I raised my rifle and inched toward the bear, firing two shots in its back. It shouted in agony and turned its head to see me, and Hunter would stab into its thick hide a couple more times, taking advantage of its split attention. I fired two more shots, aiming for the head, one missed and flew straight past it, while the other hit its shoulder.
Hunter grabbed tufts of the bear's hair from the back and climbed up, reaching the top of the bear quickly as he sunk his blade into it multiple times, blood spurted from the neck onto his shirt and the bear collapsed onto the floor.
"Ha, I killed the bitch, you're gonna put it and the hog on the wagon and wheel it out, no questions." I sighed and made my way to the bear. No fucking way I could lift this thing, though maybe…
"Give me your knife, I'm gonna have to be a little dirty," I said, he handed it over and I gulped, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do.
I cut the beast up into handleable pieces, trying to face the other way for most of it as I chopped the bear up into pieces and put it in the wagon. I felt disgusted after having done it, though I had a job to do, a job that wasn't very pleasant.
I almost forgot to bring back the boar, but Hunter reminded me and we were now on our way.
[You have levelled up: You are now Lvl 2, you have 1 free point to allocate]
Strength all the fucking way, I needed to carry this wagon back without destroying my spine, it felt easier the moment I allocated it but the next few miles were certainly hard, even when wheeling it over.
I was wondering if I made the wrong decision, though I could always get more levels.
Checking my status screen, I noticed I gained another skill called [Marksmanship], I had two levels in it and I noticed I didn't get any notifications for it as I did for [Observe]. I chalked that up to [Observe] being an active skill while I was always a bit better at shooting.
I wheeled the meat back to the butchery and bata took it in, enhanced the taste of the meat with his abilities and compensated us two for the work. I made 25,000 Beri this time as there was a bigger haul, and Hunter made the same. I made my way back to my room and paid for the night, with 17,000 left to spend. I put 8,000 down for another night and was left thinking of what I could do with the 9,000 left over.
I spent it all on booze at a bar
Was it worth it?
Fuck yeah.
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I stumbled back to my room, absolutely shitfaced and stumbling through the corridors. I jammed my key in the door and after some rattling, I manage to get inside. I staggered over to my bed and for the first time in quite a while, I slept before sunrise.
I woke up, hungover and fatigued, I felt like shit and was incredibly thirsty, yet I didn't want to get out of bed. It was 9 AM so I had about 3 hours to deal with this before work. I didn't want to call in sick on my second day, but walking for miles and carrying heavy weights for miles wasn't my thing anyway, mixed with fatigue and you have a recipe for disaster.
After a few minutes of moping around I noticed a letter under my door, I stumbled over after some more minutes of contemplation and opened up the envelope, revealing a rather harsh message directed to me.
'You're a dead man, don't ask how I sent this to you, or how I figured out where you live, just be scared, scared that you messed with that old farmer'
Fuck… yep, I'm just gonna say that I'm sick, I don't fucking care anymore, all I want to do is get back home safely.
What a prick though, he could do me the honour of killing me in my sleep, but he had to drag it out, try and make me fear the fact that he could be anywhere, ready to kill me, fuck him, I don't care, I'll beat him again if that'll make the old motherfucker go away.
Moving to my window, I swung it open and inhaled a large breath of air.
"Oi! That old fuckhead farmer across the trail, if you here, come the fuck out now!" I pulled my rifle out of my inventory, making sure to pop it out from below the window. "I'm armed and ready to fuckin' put a bullet in ya', so come out with your hands up and we can talk about things, alright!"
People stared at me, and then a few moments later just moved along with their day. The farmer wasn't here.
I slammed my hand on the window sill in frustration, before closing the window and making my way to my bed, I was too tired for this shit.