"Gains!" She thought to herself as she woke up to her stats screen for the second time in her suspened hammock. Its been two days. By now she definitely lost her job. Her rent is late and Mollys gonna come banging on her door. She has 3 days until her things would be removed from her apartment. But how would she even save her things, she scolded herself. She missed her bed, her couch, her tv, her fridge. She was sick of calamari and it was time to figure out a solution to her food situation. Her mother didnt raise her to cower. It was time to put her big girl panties on... so to speak.

It took some resolve before Mellie decided to venture within listening distance of the flowing river to find small monsters she could battle her will for food. Mellie had tried grabbing a handful of grass for a battle of wills, but nothing happened. She tried again by willing her sock to be a shirt and it worked! Test of wills lvl 7!

So she deduced she can transmute or destroy any creature with a lower will or level than her or something she owned. Living beings worked too but the complications of becoming a chew toy or a mindslave didnt sound too great. Having big magic and knowing how to use it were two different things. Really, it was a scary spell to live with but after all these days of shadowalking miles and miles through the endless forest, she decided she had to take the risk for her own survival. Other than stabbing something dangerous with a spear, hoping it didnt kill her first, she needed to use her only offensive spell.

Mellie continued into the brush, jumping at every breath of wind, every branch crack. She began to walk more carefully heal to toe. Shadowalk lvl 6! "Well thats interesting" she thought. "Shadowalk and stealth worked the same". She kept creeping until she saw a giant wolfman. Maybe it was a beastkin. She didnt know. It was a person she could talk to. She needed something, anything to get her to safety. She needed information and directions and she couldnt get either of those without people. Someone would help her, right?

Without thinking, on seeing the campfire, she called out to the man, desperately, "Hello? I'm sorry I woke up in this forest a few days ago and I cant find my way to civilization. Can you point me in the right direction, sir?"

The Wolfman lazily turned around and gave her a grin full of sharp fangs.

"Sure. Sure. I'll help you Miss." He gestured for her to take a place next to the fire. "You got friends lost around here you need me to grab when I head into town too?" He suggested helpfully. She was so excited about the prospect of town that she ignored the red flags and her intuition screaming at her. "No." She said as she slumped down on her knees across the fire from him.

"I was just heating up some stew, did you want some? You look hungry and tired." the wolfman offered, helpfully. "Yes, please." She exhaled smiling at the nice man. She hadnt had a decent meal since she was on Earth. She accepted the bowl and took a deep breath inhaling the meaty stew, almost crying in contentment over the symbol of safety and comfort. "Thank you so much." She told the wolfman. The smile spread wide on his face and his wolf ears twitched in excitement. "Good, well then eat up and then I'll take you to town." Mellie ate her fill groggily as she slurred, " townn... yesss...." and promptly passed out.

The wolfman packed away the food and supplies on his horse and put out the fire. He grabbed the bedroll off the horse and spread it out on the ground. The first time Mellie woke up it was when he was moving her over to the bedroll. "Huh?" She asked, as he jostled her from the fire to the cloth mat. "Just go to sleep. I'll take care of you." He whispered at her. She smiled. "okay" she whispered back as her eyes slid shut.

As he layed her down, he started pulling out each of her breasts and fondling them. Mellie was 22 and full figured. When her breasts came out of her shirt with a plop plop, this was the second time she woke up. She felt like she was being tugged and the cool air startled her. She put herself back together and rolled over not realizing what was happening.

The Wolfman stripped himself, fully aroused and and began struggling to remove her pants and panties. Just as he was about to mount her Major poison resistance gained! flashed across her screens. That was the last time she woke up, alert and freezing.

Opening her eyes and seeing the threat of the situation she reacted without thinking. Mellie reached down to his exposed erect dick, grabbing it and thought "Test of wills!", turning his penis into a knife, stabbing him through the asshole. He cried out in pain, trying not to be too loud but failing miserably. If the monsters didnt come for the cries, they would come for the blood. It was leaking from him spilling all over the forest floor.

Mellie finished groggily pulling her clothes back together, as her poison resistance finished dissapating the sleeping potion from her system. Grabbing her few pilfered belongings, she kicked him in the face with her nonslip steel toed work boots and got the hell out of there. From the amount of blood coming from his rectum, she doubted he would survive.

In any case, she now had penis hunting knife with a serraded edge.. She wasnt sure how she felt about it. She needed a knife but the hilt looked like a dick shaft, which was awkward. She looked at the thing and erupted in laughter. She just stabbed a rapist in the asshole with his dick and now she's running around with the thing. This was her life now. Thanks a lot ancestors. She sobered from her shock and started to calm herself.

Her arms were still shaking but she was alive and intact. Everyone she had met so far had been unfriendly or hostile. She started doubting she would find real people again. There had to be another normal person out there somewhere. For now, she needed a hunting knife. She would get rid of it when it wasnt useful. In a survival situation, which this definitely was, she had to rely on whatever methods she could to survive. She would unpack the trauma later. A pocketknife only does so much.

As she shadowalked further down the river she decided she had to try for food again. On her venture back into the forest. Albert Rhinesnarl lvl 10 Slaver dies! flashed on her screens, alleviating the burden sitting on her chest. "Fucker. Should have made him into a sandwich" she snarked. Taking a life wasn't easy but

Level up! Level 7! +5 Strength +5 Dexterity +5 Endurance +5 Intelligence

Level up! Level 8! Title +5 Strength +5 Dexterity +5 Endurance +5 Intelligence

Mellie filtered her notifications so her stat increases didn't flood her vision. Thats when she realized she hadn't even bothered to use truthseeker on him. "I need to start using this intelligence stat. Maybe intelligence doesn't do what I think it does. Thank God for poison resistance. I dont know how i would have lived with myself. At least I got two levels out of him". She mumbled as she tried to be positive about her plight.

Title gained! Iron Will you have fought against a mightier foe and won the battle of wills +5 Intelligence Will can defeat up to 5 levels higher if target is incapacitated.

About a half hour and Shadowalk lvl 8! she found a Juvenile wyvern lvl 8. It was the size of a large winged dog with red reptile like skin and sharp white fangs with red guts hanging from his mouth. His right wing was bent, probably broken. He had just recently been feeding. And it was time for test of wills.... without the stupid stick. "Test of wills" she thought, aimed at the little bastard. Her brain burned as she pused against his will. And plastic bags of wyvern jerky rained from the sky. She was thinking beef jerky but was distracted thinking of wyvern jerky would taste like. She opened the plastic bag and took a bite. It was a little gamey but it would work. This skill was made for someone less distractable.

Juvenile wyvern lvl 8 dies

Level up!

Level 9!

+5 Strength

+5 Dexterity

+5 Endurance

+5 Intelligence

Every time Mellie crested a level her body would tear itself apart and make itself anew, slowly dissipating the toxins that polluted her body and making her organs more efficient, her muscles more powerful and her skin harder to break. It was painful and gross. She thought of this as a no pain no gain kind of leveling. It hurt but then it felt amazing. Her mind was sharp, her body was strong, her reflexes were fast and her spells were growing. Mellie finished her meal and tied up her hammock settling herself in for sleep.