Cha. 1 P. 2. Greenwood.

"The Forest of Greenwood."

He walks into the forest, hatchet in hand. He twirls the hatchet by its handle in-between his fingers subconsciously in a self soothing nervous habit. He kept walking through the woods for a decent few minutes before coming to a stop.

He let out a sigh.

"Better get materials at the very least.. First.. Status?"

A menu showing multiple bars and text appeared in front of him, causing him to flinch slightly. He read through them.

Status

Name: Isaac Gates

Username: RedstonizElegant

Race: Beastkin( Vulpes Felix)

Level: 2
Title: <NIL>
HP: 63/120  MP: 150/150 RESIST:  5  AGE:17  ATT: 5(+3)  ATT DEF: 13(+2)
MAG ATT: 0  MAG DEF: 0 S: 53/100  E: 70/100 

Professions
OFFENSE  DEFENSE  SUPPORT  SURVIVAL 
Brawler:5   Hunter: 5   Lower Healing: 45   Cook: 15

Active Skills
(C) Lower healing [0/15]   (O) Punch I [2/15]   (E) Home cook [0/15]

Passive Skills
(B) Medical Service!    (B) Medically Attuned Eyes   (C) Beastly Senses  (E) Status (E) Dimensional Storage   (E) Crafting   (A) Auto Harvest

Abilities
Nil   NIL

Equips
Ripped Wool shirt (+1 D)   Tan Cargo Pants(+1 D)   Boxers   Wool socks   Brown boots   Leather Belt  Crafted quartz rubble Hatchet(+3 A) 

Hunger: 34/60
Thirst: 56/80

"So it does work like the game.."

He went through the the screen tapping on the skills to see what they do.

"Medical Service Here..?"

> Medical Service Here! <
<Unique Grade Skill>
-{Evolves with User}-

'Grants user healing magic, negates magical lockdown spells, cures infection, curses of the same Level or lower, poison and Rot.'

Higher grade of BHM (basic healing magic), unlike BHM Medical Service Here(MSH) Does not require spell components nor verbal incantations.

Heals all non-life threatening wounds completely, heals 65% of severe wounds and heals 45% of life threatening wounds.

| Requirements: 45 Magi per use, contact with the patient, and the patient cannot be marked with 5 or more life threatening injuries at once. | Warning: Self healing is not possible at this level. 

".. I'll go through the rest later.." 

He grabbed the hatchet from his belt and looked towards a tree. He let out a sigh and raised the hatchet and swung.

The axe made contact with the tree and cut into it. He pulled it with a bit of struggle before lining the axe up for another swing. He pulled forward swinging again, cutting deeper into the tree.

He tugged on the axe pulling it out, after he pulled it out the tree started to make a cracking sound and fell forward, hitting the ground with a loud thud. After the tree made contact with the ground it disappeared and a small 4' by 4' log appeared in front of him.

He started at it for a second, slightly dumbfounded before reaching forward and grabbing it.

"I guess that's what Auto Harvest does.. Inventory?"

The inventory menu appeared, which he inspected before touching one of the 27 inventory slots(Not counting hotbar, crafting slots, offhand and armor slots.). The block disappeared, causing the boy to flinch slightly, appearing in the menu with the number 13 over the logs indicating how many logs were in it, he then hesitantly tapping the log item in the menu making it appear in his left hand.

"Holy fu- Fuck it actually works like the game!"

He put it back in his inventory. before cutting down a few more trees. After 3 minutes he opened his inventory again putting the final logs in it, the number had jumped from the original 13 to 94(Full stack in one slot and 30 more in a different slot).

"Should be enough for now. I hope.."

He started walking again, stopping and sniffing the air, he flinched as text appeared in his vision.

> Beastly Senses has detected prey <
< Prey: Bovina(Cow) >

Suddenly a reddish outline appeared deeper into the forest, the outline was in the general shape of a cow. He stopped and just stood for a second staring blankly at the outline. He then smiled to himself before grabbing the hatchet. 

"Guess hunting will be easier, so I won't starve at least."

He started walking towards the outline, after getting closer he started walking more carefully attempting to not make sound as he stalked the cow. He finally got a sight of it, it was big, bigger than him at least. He slowly stalked through the trees getting in the general direction behind the cow and started walking forward in a crouched position towards the cow.

Once he got close enough he leaped attempting to get on the back of the cow, hatchet raised. He landed on his back chest first slamming the hatchet into his general neck area. 

The cow reacted immediately shifting its weight around and kicking its hind legs up attempting to throw him off. The boy was flung off landing with a thud in a patch of dirt, hatchet in hand.

The wind was knocked out of him so he planned to stay down for awhile but he heard the cow charging so he rolled out the way, getting to his feet hatchet at the ready. 

"Fuck. Fuck, FUCK!"

He saw the cow charging at him, head first, so he attempted to side step and swing the hatchet at its face. the hatchet made contact but the cow slammed into him, sending into a tree screaming until he made contact with the tree which the back of his hit the trunk of the tree, he sat there hunched forward back on the tree, he felt a warm sensation running down his face. 

"Mo...Mother fucker..."

He lifted his hand to the top back of his head feeling a wet texture, and the distinct smell of blood.
He let out a pained groan before turning his head to see the cow lying limp on the ground head directly into the dirt, after the charge it seemed to have fallen face first down into the ground, driving the hatchet deeper into its head killing it.

His vision started wanting but his improved hearing heard the sound of running towards the area, not like an animal running, but a person, actual multiple people, but he didn't have time to think about this as he slowly fell into unconsciousness.