I Found a Door to the Elven Realm

Chapter 134: POV: Daily Life of a Clone -2- "24 Days of Hell"

Stabbing.

Climbing.

He had picked up all of them through pure repetition of simple things and desperate situations. Stab enough things with a sharpened stick and the system gives you a Stabbing skill. Hit enough things with a rock and you get Striking. Use a long branch as a weapon for two weeks straight and Staff Mastery shows up.

He spent one precious stat point to bring it from 0 to 1 as a stat and because he figured a mana-powered skill probably needed mana. The only thing happened his empty mana pool expanded and allowed it maximum to 10 mana.

Ten mana wasn’t enough to power anything even for the stabbing skill. The skill description didn’t say it but he guessed that skill needed hundreds of mana to produce a visible strong effect on it’s power. Ten mana was like putting a single drop of fuel in a car’s engine and expect it to carry you for a mile.

The leopard gave up about two kilometres and also when he reacted before the giant ass tree.

He jumped for the lowest branch of the massive tree and started climbing. This thing looked like someone had crossed an oak with a pine and then fed it steroids for a hundred years. Thick trunk. Sharp needles mixed with broad leaves that sometimes glowed at night. The birds that nested in the outer branches shot fireballs at anything that climbed the exterior but Eren had learned weeks ago that staying close to the main trunk kept him safe. He hadn’t hurt a single bird since arriving here and they seemed to remember that.

-Climbing (Basic) - First Evolution League - Level 4 > Level 5

The tree trunk had twenty-three scratch marks carved into the bark with a sharp stone. Each one was a morning he had woken up alive. Twenty-three days since he opened his eyes in the dirt with no memory of how he got here.

My bed back home had a wooden frame that creaked every time I rolled over and I never fixed it in three years. Now I sleep on a tree branch thinner than my arm and my back feels better than it ever did.

The food situation had almost killed him in the first week. On day two he ate a purple berry that looked like a grape and spent six hours vomiting green foam behind a boulder while his Poison Resistance skill leveled up twice.

By now he had a mental catalog of things he could eat. Fat white grubs under rotten logs that tasted like nothing. Brown mushrooms near river stones that tasted like wet cardboard. A sweet yellow fruit high in the canopy that tasted incredible but attracted every bird in a kilometer. And a type of root he had to boil in a stone bowl for an hour to kill the toxins.

But fire meant cooked meat. And cooked meat from hunted creatures meant experience points. And experience points meant levels and stat points and skills. The grind was brutal but at Level 24 now with most of his free stats dumped into Strength he could finally face a medium-sized predator without running.

"A Knitting skill. I have a Knitting skill and a Love class. My grandmother would be so proud." He pulled up his system profile while the fire birds screamed in the outer branches of this tree. He didn’t know why they didn’t come into this deep parts but Eren was glad there was some safe space.

Name: Eren Teya

Race: Humanoid

Class: Magician of Love (Rare Unique Class)

Energy Type: Biological - Mana

Current Physical Details;

Usable Evon Stat Points: 0

Perception: 34

-Intelligence: 34

-Mana: 5

-Luck: 35

He’d figured out how to open this panel on his second day. The first day he thought he was going insane because blue screens kept popping up every time he did something. On the second day he remembered every isekai-anime he had ever watched and thought the word "Status" in his head and the full panel appeared.

The "blood of a former monarch" line had been there since day one. He had no idea what it meant and the system wouldn’t explain it. Every time he mentally asked about it the only response was [---Locked---]. Probably some world-building lore that didn’t matter when you were sleeping in a tree and eating grubs.

Before he closed his eyes he did the same thing he did every night, he tried to remember what he was missing.

He looked like human but also too exotic and handsome to consider that. This blurry figure didn’t wear anything on his body too.

What the hell am I missing and who was that?

He pulled the bark rope that he made and tightened it around his waist to stop accidental falls. It almost happened too many times. Sleeping here was too dangerous already and he didn’t want to open his eyes to find himself in the stomach of a jungle snake!

Walking around or doing something at night?

The apex monsters in this already deadly forest always hang around and do their eating at night. Eren didn’t know the reason or care at all.

He looked at his lastly evolved skill but didn’t care much. It wasn’t first time this happened.

Actually, he had to probably think about these tomorrow.

I swear to god, one day I will cook your noisy fire ass...