Chapter 3: First Encounter with a Mob
Inigo was still on the spot when he appeared in this world. Usually, a character of an isekai main character would be reincarnated in a village or a house or something that is the civilization. But his case was different, though not unique.
This one is harder as he would have to wander around and find a village where he could gain information about this new world. And wandering, though awesome it may sounds, is a scary venture when he doesn't know what's lurking around these place.
Sure—he is armed with a pistol, but the Glock 19 doesn't have the kind of firepower that could take down something like a dragon or an ogre or whatever fantasy monster this place might throw at him. He had 90 rounds and a decent vest, sure, but if some kind of wolf the size of a cow came barreling out of the trees, that Kevlar wasn't going to do much.
"Alright," he muttered, tightening the strap on the medical kit slung across his back. "Let's do this the old-fashioned way. Step one: find people. Step two: gain information about this word. Step three: survive."
He glanced around the clearing again. Tall trees circled the area—pine and oak, from the looks of it. Grass up to his knees. No beaten path. No road. No map.
Yeah. The system didn't give him a map. There was a tab for inventory, shop, token balance, and combat logs—but no minimap, no GPS, no magical radar.
"Guess I really gotta go Skyrim mode," he grunted, then picked a direction—toward the rising sun. "East. Always a good start. At least I think that's east."
He moved cautiously through the underbrush, Glock held low but ready, finger off the trigger. He kept his breathing steady and his steps quiet, just like he'd practiced in hundreds of virtual matches. The biggest difference now was that there were no teammates to ping the enemy and no respawn timer if he messed up.
The forest grew denser the farther he walked. Birds chirped overhead. A few squirrels scattered up the trees at the sound of his boots. So far, so good. He kept moving in a straight line, leaving small scratches on bark with his knife so he could tell if he doubled back.
After thirty minutes, his stomach grumbled.
"MREs," he muttered, tapping open the shop tab and checking the [Foods & Supplies] section. "Ten tokens each... ugh. Not worth it. Gotta find real food or a village."