I stayed inside of my room for the entire day, aside from buying some water. The process of getting it felt like I had just gone through a navy seal mission, but harder and more nerve-wracking.
I had my rifle on me at all times, but after a quick [Observe], I noticed I only had two rounds left. Using the ability that time managed to level it up, so I tried using [Observe] on some rando I saw out my window and I got shown this:
[Jack]
[Human]
[Age: 20-25]
[Sex: Almost certainly male]
That was a good sign, I was improving after all. I seemed to have passed through the hangover. I checked my status when it happened and it showed up as a debuff. It had a 4 hour total timer which was quite nice of the system.
After it passed, I immediately felt better and ready to do things, explore, all that fun stuff. Well, to be honest, my first instinct was just to lay down, use my phone and chillax. I had been looking around for five minutes before I remembered the phone didn't come with me to this universe.
I might as well just go to the farmer myself. If I'm just standing here I'll get fucked over. The man had great aim after all, based on the one shot he fired at me.
I stood up, slung the rifle on my chest and walked out. I quickly made my way into an unfamiliar alleyway which most certainly was patrolled by drug dealers, though not right now in the broad daylight, which was lucky for me.
After a good 30 minutes of clueless walking around, vaguely knowing how to get to my destination, I saw the forest in the distance and sprinted as fast as I could into the woods.
I saw the trail and followed it while keeping a safe distance away so anyone who looked in my direction wouldn't spot me instantaneously. I held my rifle up and was checking through my sights on the chance that the farmer would appear suddenly.
I made it all the way to the barn and noticed that he had a couple more cows. I was convinced he stole them, but that was just a hunch. I made my way to the chained up entrance and hit the butt of my rifle against it repeatedly until it split open. I pushed open the wooden gates and closed it behind me.
There were quite a lot of horses around here, all penned up. If I could come out with a horse, I would, though I don't know the first thing about horseback-riding. I would try it out if I wasn't being chased by some motherfucker.
I sat down on a hay bale and rested. I cursed the lack of lighting since I could barely see shit, I tried to look through my iron sights but I had to squint and focus hard to make the front sight out.
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"Where is that motherfucker goddammit, checked in with the butchers, apparently he didn't show up, slimy fuckin' prick." He said, probably complaining to his cows or something, he kicked the door in frustration and it opened up.
This surprised the farmer, as he very clearly remembered locking it up. Since it was very dark he didn't notice me in the back, sitting on the hay bale, but I noticed him in the light and I got ready to let loose my bullets. Well, I wanted to at least look like I did. I wasn't at that stage where I could kill someone even if they had already tried to kill me; the thought disgusted me.
As he went back to check the chains, he noticed that they were broken.
"Hey ya' maggot eating, shrimp dick bastard, come out wherever you are! If you come out you might just survive." He shouted, pumping a shotgun.
I quietly made my way closer to the entrance, hidden behind a thick wooden pole and aimed my rifle at the man who was scouting the area. I tried to control my breathing as my heart was going mad, I had never been in a proper firefight before. Yeah, airsoft did wonders to simulate that, but now my life was on the line.
I took out a beet from my inventory that I had stolen from his farm a while ago and gripped it by the stem.
Momentarily going out of cover, I hurled the beet as hard as I could straight for the farmer, plonking him firmly in the head as I rushed him, turning my rifle over and holding it like a bat.
I slammed it overhead, but the man reacted quickly, but without thinking much. He let loose a very inaccurate shot, and a slug collided with my rifle which sent it flying a few meters away from me. My attack ground to a halt and my first thought was to run, the second was to beat his ass before he could pump the shotgun again.
I decided to go with the second option, slamming my fist across his face followed by a front kick which made him let go of his gun.
I threw another punch directed to his head, though he quickly avoided it while taking out a knife from his sheath.
"Get that thing away from me." I shouted, running back as fast as I could. I easily outpaced the older man due to my 4 points in celerity. Though I was really just wearing myself out, because he was just walking up to me and conserving energy.
I started laughing, for some odd reason. I wasn't afraid- well, I was afraid, but I was able to face a man with a shotgun, but now that I'm facing a knife, it's harder to bring myself to attack him, crazy how stuff works like that.
With this realisation, I slapped myself to get my head back in the game and I turned to the man who was rushing me.
He tried to ram the knife up my gut but I kept his hand at bay, distancing myself from the blade, though I was driven into the back wall, which I think I could use to my advantage.
Now that I had a vertical surface to keep me at bay, it was easier to push off with my legs against the relentless attacker, so I did just that.
I kicked off and pushed the knife away as I shoulder bashed the man, he was sent to the floor but made a quick recovery, going back onto his feet, though now he didn't have a knife in hand.
We both noticed at the same time that the knife was in between us and we both dove to the ground to try to retrieve it. We bumped heads and recoiled from the pain, and I recovered my bearings a moment too late, and he had the knife in hand while I rushed myself onto my feet.
[-38 HP]
A cold steel blade ran up my gut and blood was starting to leak out. I retaliated with a powerful punch aimed straight for the jaw and a headbutt, though as I reeled back to slam my head forward, the knife plunged into my body a second time.
[-40 HP]
It felt like a gut punch, a very weak one, though the blood gushing out and the lightheadedness were also factors I needed to consider. I was now on 22 HP, I might actually die now.
He tried to stab again.
[-11 HP]
The blade went part-way through though my arms stopped him from proceeding, I stepped back and kicked him off before leaping up into the air and bashing my fist into his nose, bringing us both to the floor.
I was on top and threw about a dozen punches at his face before I noticed the knife on the side. I reached for it and pressed it against his neck.
Oh fuck- I was about to black out, I checked my health and noticed I was on the verge of death, I had a bleed debuff and was now on 3 HP.
Holy fuck I didn't want to make this decision, but on the off chance I don't bleed to death, I don't want this guy to kill me anyway.
"Fuck you!" I rammed the knife into his throat, then I pulled it out, and rammed it back in, again and again.
2 HP left for me, this couldn't just be it, I was in the massive world of One Piece for TWO FUCKING DAYS.
This couldn't happen, I needed to explore, I needed to improve I-
[Inventory]
Taking out another beet, I chomped as hard as I could on it, my health for the slightest moment hit 0, though it boosted back up to 1.
I kept munching down on the onions, beating the bleed debuff. As blood leaked I would heal it back, and once the beets were finished, I moved to the onions, once they were finished, the debuff was no longer in effect.
I took a deep breath and rolled off the farmer's body. And I sobbed.
"Fuck you man, I hate this game. I'm gonna kill every one of you dickhead ROB's, and I'm gonna kill every single enemy you throw at me, too. Bring it on!"