I cross the wasteland at night.
I’d say this reminds me of old westerns, but this is just a lonely world with cracked land.
Skeletons attack me as I keep advancing, but since I’m getting used to them, they aren’t that much of a problem.
It’s not like skeletons are weak. There are various types of skeletons, from ones in the shape of beings that exist on the surface, to ones that make me want to ask what they even are. The way they fight is varied too.
What they have in common are magic resistance and ability to regenerate.
They don’t have something like a core, so I have to keep breaking them until magic energy dissipates. They would normally be really troublesome, but my magic energy increased ever since I ate sea turtle meat, and so has its power, so it’s easy to crush skeletons.
Well, if that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t have been able to stop the sea turtle from regenerating.
Among the skeletons that appear in the wasteland, one type is thoroughly crushed.
It’s a humanoid wearing a robe, that I once saw in a dream.
This skeleton has a staff and uses all sorts of magic, but mainly darkness.
It holds up its staff and darkness spreads, that swallows all.
It’s just like what I saw in the dream, making me want to kill it even more.
I use powered up Wind Magic, crush it from above like a downburst, and keep hitting it with my greatsword every time it regenerates until magic energy dissipates.
It starts to collapse as it runs out of magic energy, but I infuse the flower vase with magic energy and pour light water on it to finish it off.
It rattles and screams as it’s extinguished, and I feel very happy with that.
Fuuma is creeped out, but don’t worry about it.
After eating a certain amount of sea turtle meat, I stopped noticing any differences. At the same time, my fixation to it disappeared, and now I’m eating as much as I normally would.
That sea turtle meat might be really expensive. Or rather, it definitely is. It’s meat from a kaiju that increases magic energy. Any adventurer would be dying for it.
I’d definitely make a lot of money if I sold it, although the world might end if it regenerates.
I walk the wasteland as I ponder that.
I take down skeletons, and shake as I ride Fuuma and dream of escaping The Abyss.
How long has it been since I fell here?
Considering the food I went through, it must be over three months and less than half a year. My sense of time has left me, and I don’t even know when to sleep.
I eat when I’m hungry and nap when I’m sleepy. I’m really not leading a healthy lifestyle.
Mappingool is working, but it only records the path where I’m walking, nothing else works. And I can’t tell the time through a timer if I don’t know what time it is.
Actually, it also shows me on the side how much I’ve walked.
I feel like I don’t want this to be right, because the number is unrealistic.
82,711km.
That’s two trips around the world.
I pray that there’s some mistake, but thinking about Fuuma’s movement speed and how we flew, I feel like it could be right.
I charge mappingool with magic energy and put it away, and face forward again.
It’s flat as far as the eye can see.
When I was flying, I thought this world had more mountains, ravines, water, and greenery, but there’s none of that to be seen.
I sigh, and my thoughts wander to what might be going on on the surface.
Maybe I already have a new brother or sister. Maybe I already have a new nephew or niece.
Maybe I’m being considered a missing person. Or I could be treated as a seeker that died on the job.
That’s going to make it a pain to deal with paperwork, I think as magic flies towards me and dissipates again the magic mirror shield.
Another humanoid skeleton. I’ll use it to relieve stress.
I’ve learned something from fighting skeletons, the light water from the flower vase works wonderfully. It worked on grass monsters too, but this water really has the power to ward off monsters.
I don’t know if it works on all monsters, but it does on skeletons.
And so, if I fill a plastic container with it and throw it at skeletons, won’t that make it easier to take them down?
I’ll try it next time I fight a skeleton. And as I think that, another monster appears.
It’s a winged humanoid monster, a demon.
Close to two hundred of them are waiting for me in the air and on land.
Among them is a silver-haired man I thought I wouldn’t see again, who spreads his black wings and grins at me.
That face pisses me off.
Did he follow me? That’d be really bad if that was the case. He’d put a stalker to shame.
I need to eliminate this kind of monster quickly.
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