I lie on the rough tangle of vines that was my house. Bumps made by the vines pushed into the skin on my back. Of all the things that could be causing me trouble after being transported to another world, of course it was an uncomfortable bed.

I was glad it wasn’t an onslaught of lightsaber wielding wasps, but I still wanted a more comfortable bed. I could probably make one, but I needed to conserve my mana. Who knew what else could be crawling through this forest. The plants that I had now may not be able to counter them.

A stone about half the size of my fist dropped on my stomach, alerting me to the presence of something outside the vinehouse. I peeked outside and saw a four meter long centipede. I joked about lightsaber wasps, but now I realized even that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

The thing was a tank. It had a thick green carapace and an additional layer of dewy fur that looked like the moss covering the ground. Two curved spikes that I was sure were venomous formed its jaw. It was moving faster than I could sprint, and it was only skittering at a leisurely pace. At full speed, I was sure it could go faster than highway speeds.

I’ve read my fair share of fantasy novels. I always imagined I would be able to put up a fight against the monsters in them if I had a sword or another medieval weapon. This centipede dashed those happy fantasies away. I wouldn’t face that thing if I had a machine gun.

It skittered around but didn’t notice me. Its many legs carried it away and I breathed a sigh of relief. My vines could defeat it, but it still gave me the chills.

I waited around for a couple more hours and nothing appeared. The sun set and I went to sleep.

-

“Kuh!” A burst of air came out of my lungs. The cold weight of a rock slowly slid off my stomach. I grabbed it before it could hit the ground. I didn’t want to make any more unnecessary noise.

I looked around and couldn’t see anything. It was the middle of the night, pitch black.

In the silence of the night, the noise of a crawling insect sounded five times louder than it would usually. I breathed as quietly as possible. The skittering got quieter until it disappeared. I assumed it had crawled away, and I relaxed.

Before I could fall back asleep, the rock fell on my stomach again. I heard more rustling, but this time, it was more than one animal. The rustling came from all around and something breathed eerily close to me. Something started scratching at the sides of my vines.

I decided to wait, hoping they would leave if I just waited a bit longer.

Or perhaps I was an overoptimistic idiot.

Vincent The Cultivator

Lv 1

MP : 874/2000