The first time he tries to destroy a stone, it feels like much harder than cutting down a tree.
His accuracy with the axe is much worse than a woodpecker's.
Well, he takes that back, woodpeckers have better aim.
It keeps resetting like the first time he cut down a tree with his flint.
He'll try hitting it blindly. Maybe that's the trick for hard objects like rocks.
Moreover, these rocks have different structures and characteristics in the real world.
And sure enough, the theory there is not far from the initial idea, an expanding cracks is not far from the damage that occurred to the tree he cut down earlier.
*Pop*
A slightly different sound. No, it's a very different sound from the wood breaking.
Guess all objects have different breaking sounds in this world.
When he looked at where the wood was, there was a stone item... maybe more like a pebble?
What else is it called... oh yeah, Cobblestone!
After picking up the new item, he checked the status of the pickaxe again.
It didn't seem to be any different from the previous axe.
Meh. he'll keep breaking rocks until this pickaxe breaks!
Slowly, stone by stone, the pickaxe broke at the tip, so he had to switch to the other side.
It's fun to destroy things. He read that it can relieve accumulated stress.
When he realized it, his pickaxe was destroying a stone, suddenly made a different sound, and disappeared.
"Well, that was my first pickaxe. Thanks for your hard work, Woody Pickaxe. RIP."
Finally, after that little workout, he got about 30 cobblestones.
He wonders if he can finally upgrade my equipment and crafting?
But before that, those rocks.
Around the edge of the river, the stones that had been smooth were now gone, replaced by water that spread even further.
Well, my bad.
His clothes were also wet from earlier because he was so engrossed in breaking the stones.
Now it's time to go back to the crafting table.
Hopefully, these new items will surprise him more!
Moving away from the riverbank that was soaking his knees, he took a fairly high step considering the ground and other solid rocks were cube-shaped like the design of a natural pond in the real world.
The sunlight was getting higher and it was really starting to feel on his whole body.
"How many hours have passed since I've been here?"
He thought the air and the hot sunlight would soon dry his wet body.
As he walked towards the crafting table he had placed near the stump of the tree.
The scorching heat slowly warmed his neck and back. Drops of water dripped down as he walked. Something occurred inside of him.
Those feeling were familiar.
Rainhad felt it before. The warm and damp feeling. His steps become more and more wobbling.
And then it came.
"Aaggh... not again... ugh."
The headache pierced sharply at its core.
Once again, his memory was blurred.
He was forced to pause for a moment under the scorching heat. Trying to calm himself from this mental and physical attack.
Rain tried to consciously regulate his breathing. Amidst the headache that was quite bothersome.
Without needing to look, he realized his expression, so distorted by the pain, was slowly becoming calmer.
"Huff… auuh… fuuh."
The pulse that carried blood to his head now felt more pronounced, bringing back the pain.
When Rain thought about it, he remembered his childhood memory.
Walking on the side of the road, the wind blew strongly on the side of the mountain at that time.
Just like then, his body, especially his back, felt so cold and damp, illuminated by the sunlight.
On the other side, not far from there, a massive gate appeared.
Like a door embedded in the sea, it was clearly visible, towering high.
Even from a distance, anyone could recognize that it was something huge.
Rain himself did not know how he got there and survived the incident.
He still vaguely remembered the roar of creatures beyond normal words echoing from inside the gate.
The echo spread across the green expanse from the edge of the sea to the side of the mountain where he had once walked aimlessly.
Unconsciously, Rain held both ears and realized what had happened to his body.
"Ahaha... so that's why my hearing doesn't work well."
The cobblestones he had been carrying fell and were still floating slightly above the ground.
"It's regretful to remember something that I didn't wish to remember. It's not like I can do anything about my ears now."
Since this was a different world from the place where he was born.
Was everything different in this world? Was he included in that difference?
Rain felt that he was a little different in this world, at least that was what his intuition told him.
Not until he confirmed it himself through various actions.
While lamenting this, he stared for a moment at the pile of cobblestones that he had dug up, destroying a small part of the river's ecosystem.
Now he walked towards the work table he had made, with his enthusiasm fading.
Whatever happened in his original world was now in the past, and he had lived through it for years.
And now he was in another world, not much different but unfamiliar.
Rain himself thought for a moment about committing suicide before reconsidering. He thought that if he was killed here, it would immediately bring him back to his bed in a world that was not doing well.
For him, death was a frightening thing, and it was very close.
Taking a bad step towards it and everything could go wrong.
He felt that there were many things he could do in this place.
Although it looked empty, he fantasized for a moment about something big.
Something different from the hustle and bustle of the city, closer to the natural scenery he had longed for.
Even at his relatively young age, he already had the right to say that he want to end all the bad memories in his original world.
His hopes were sometimes simple, even though this place was only a dream world.
But Rain himself did not know that in any world, humans always cause destruction.
Deep down, humans have good intentions, but they often end up destroying things.
Just like in this world, Rain hadn't seen that other side yet. And that was the side of the story that lay ahead for him.
After all, Rain himself was busy tinkering with his materials and tools in front of the magical crafting table.
"So how do I make better tools? Is it in the same recipe or blueprint?"
Unconsciously, Rain had entered a mode familiar to craftsmen and blacksmiths since ancient times.
Searching for, analyzing, and obtaining the necessary materials is the first step for them.
But when it comes time to make or create something, they have to think hard, sometimes taking a lot of time.
Luckily for him, this world has had its rules from the beginning.
"It should be like this, right? A thump and... oh look at that."
An axe. Stone made. Formidable yet excellent.
A word by word cannot conclude this first stone masterpiece.
"I bet a lot of trees will be harmed soon."
And yet he made another tool.
"It's irony, but it's better using this to destroy its kind."
A pickaxe made of pebbles, sticking to each other like fangs from something.
This is what you call getting an upgrade!