Limitless: New Dawn

Arthur stood over the lifeless body of the rabbit-like creature, its fur matted with blood. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he stared at his hands, now covered in scratches from the fight. The reality of his situation was sinking in. 

This was no dream. He had died and come back, stronger than before. And now, with the taste of survival fresh on his tongue, he realized that his power was the key to staying alive in this alien world.

'Adaptation. Evolution. That's what's happening to me.'

Arthur wiped his hands on the grass and glanced around. The forest was alive with sound—chirps, clicks, and distant roars echoed through the dense canopy. 

He felt a surge of determination. If he was going to survive here, he needed to understand his powers. What were their limits? How far could they take him?

...

Arthur tugged at the makeshift pants he had fashioned from the hide of the rabbit-like creature. The process of skinning it with only a jagged branch had been grueling and messy, but the end result, while crude, offered some degree of modesty and protection. 

He glanced at the horizon, where the sun was beginning to rise, and started walking toward it.

The forest was still and quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or distant calls of unknown creatures. Arthur's muscles ached, and his mind buzzed with unanswered questions. 

He had survived so much in this alien world already, and yet, he felt as though his journey had only just begun.

....

Arthur ventured deeper into the forest, weaving between towering trees with bark as tough as metal and vines that glowed faintly in the dim light. 

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and alien flora. Every step felt like a gamble, but he was growing more confident. His body felt stronger, more resilient.

After wandering for sometime, he spotted a broken branch lying in the underbrush. It was nearly two meters long, with a sharp, jagged end on one side. He picked it up, testing its weight and balance.

"This could work," Arthur murmured, holding the branch like a spear. The jagged edge could pierce, and the length would give him some range. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He felt a surge of determination as he gripped the makeshift weapon.

"This forest doesn't seem to be giving me a break. If I'm going to survive here, I'll need more than just luck." He exhaled deeply, his resolve hardening.

...…..

After securing his weapon, Arthur's journey led him to a strange tree with a cluster of glowing purple fruits hanging from its branches. The fruits were the size of peaches, their surface shimmering as if dusted with stardust.

"What in the world are these?" Arthur murmured, stepping closer. He reached out and plucked one of the fruits, marveling at its weight and texture. A faint, sweet aroma wafted up, enticing and mysterious.

'It could be food. Or it could kill me.'

Arthur's mind raced. Back on Earth, he had always admired how certain species could adapt to poisons, turning what was once deadly into a source of strength. 

'Maybe my powers work like that. There's only one way to find out.'

He hesitated for a moment before biting into the fruit. The taste was unexpectedly sweet, with a tangy aftertaste that lingered on his tongue. He finished the fruit and waited, his heart pounding in anticipation.

At first, nothing happened. Arthur began to think he might have lucked out, but then a burning sensation spread through his chest. His throat tightened, and his vision blurred.

"Argg… damn it…" he gasped, stumbling to his knees. Pain shot through his body as his breaths came in shallow gulps. His heart raced as panic set in. 

'What if this is the one thing I can't adapt to?'

Arthur collapsed, clutching at his throat. Darkness crept in, and for the second time in this alien world, he died.

...…..

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as Arthur jolted back to life. The burning sensation was gone, replaced by a cool clarity. He sat up, blinking in disbelief.

"I… I'm alive," he whispered, his voice trembling. His fingers touched his throat, where the pain had been most intense, but there was no trace of injury.

Then it hit him: he felt different. Stronger. More resistant. The memory of the fruit's effects lingered in his mind, but the fear was gone. He picked up another fruit from the pile he had gathered before eating the first.

'If I died and came back immune to its poison, then…'

Without hesitation, Arthur consumed the rest of the fruits. Each time, his body reacted violently - convulsions, burning pain, and even temporary blindness. 

But each time, his body adapted to the toxins. By the time he finished the last fruit, he felt an undeniable change.

"I'm immune to its poison now," Arthur said aloud, his voice steady. He clenched his fists, marveling at the strength coursing through his veins.

...

Arthur's mind raced with possibilities. If there were other such fruits in the forest, they could be the key to unlocking more abilities. 

He began searching the surrounding area, scanning for similar trees. Hours passed as he wandered, his eyes sharp and his senses heightened.

Eventually, he found another tree, this one bearing blue, pear-shaped fruits with an iridescent sheen. He approached cautiously, plucking one and examining it closely.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered, taking a bite. The fruit was tart, with a hint of bitterness. Moments later, his vision dimmed, and his muscles seized up. His body hit the ground as paralysis set in.

.....

As Arthur thought for how long he was going to stay paralyzed… a few minutes later, he felt a rush of clarity. His senses had sharpened, his reactions quicker. 

Testing his newfound agility, he sprinted around the clearing, marveling at how fast and light he felt.

"This is incredible," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "It's like every death and harmful thing I consume makes me better, stronger."

His search continued. He found a tree with red, bulbous fruits that emitted a faint heat. Eating one caused his skin to blister and his body to burn from within, but after a few agonizing minutes he started to adapt to the heat, he felt an odd resistance to heat. 

Another tree bore green, spiky fruits that induced hallucinations and made him lose his sense of direction, but once he adapted, he noticed his spatial awareness had improved significantly.

Not all fruits were deadly. Some were simply edible, providing him with sustenance and a temporary boost in energy. Arthur's confidence grew with each discovery, and he began to see the forest as less of a threat and more of a resource.

...…

As he wandered, Arthur spotted a herd of deer-like creatures grazing in a clearing. They had shimmering, silver fur and antlers that glowed faintly. His stomach growled. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until now.

'Alright, time to test my hunting skills,' he thought, not committing the same mistake of thinking out loud, while gripping his makeshift spear.

He moved carefully, staying downwind to avoid alerting the herd. Picking out a smaller, weaker-looking deer, he crept closer, his heart pounding with anticipation. 

When he was within striking distance, he lunged, aiming the sharp end of the branch at the creature's side.

The deer bolted, its movements swift and unpredictable. Arthur chased it through the underbrush, his enhanced agility keeping him close but not quite close enough. 

The hunt lasted nearly an hour before he managed to corner the creature against a rocky outcrop. With a final thrust, he struck true, his spear piercing the deer's side.

The creature let out a plaintive cry before collapsing. Arthur stood over it, his chest heaving.

"I did it," he murmured, a mix of pride and relief washing over him.

'I am not as exhausted as I should have been normally, looks like my stamina also increased while running after the deer like creature'

He then tore open the hide of the creature and bit at its flesh, while trying to stop his gag reflex. He used to live in a civilized society, not stone age. 

He had no idea or the urge to try raw meat, but here it is the only option until he can start a fire which he doesn't know how to.

'I will try it later' After thinking of learning how to start a fire, he removed the hide from the deer-like creature to use it later, he started to explore the forest and search for civilization.

...….

The sun's rays pierced through the canopy in fragmented beams, casting an eerie glow on the forest floor. Arthur's instincts screamed at him to stay vigilant. He tightened his grip on the branch and continued moving, his senses sharper than ever.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the forest floor, Arthur stopped. He crouched low, scanning the area. That's when he saw it, a creature unlike anything he had encountered before.

It was roughly the size of a large dog, but it's sleek, reptilian body and sharp, curved claws reminded him of a velociraptor. Its eyes glinted with predatory intelligence as it sniffed the air, searching for prey.

Arthur froze, his heart pounding in his chest. 'This isn't like the rabbit-thing. This is a real predator.'

He watched as the creature prowled, its movements precise and deliberate. He noted the way its tail swayed, the flexing of its powerful legs.

'I can avoid it, but should I?' He knew in this unforgiving forest he would encounter more danger. So it is useless to avoid it now. As he could become stronger after every deadly battle, he wanted to use every opportunity to become stronger.

His grip on the branch tightened as he considered his options. He needed to fight, but this wasn't the rabbit-like creature from before. This was a predator, built to kill.

'Think, Arthur. Use what you've got.' Though he can't die, the pain of dying is as real as it could get. He didn't want to feel the same sensation if he could.

He shifted his weight, moving as silently as possible through the underbrush. The creature hadn't noticed him yet, its attention focused elsewhere. Arthur studied it, noting the way its muscles coiled as it moved and the deadly precision of its claws.

'If I can catch it off guard, maybe I have a chance.'

Arthur took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. The branch in his hands felt heavier now, not just a tool but a weapon-his lifeline. He stepped forward, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation.

The creature's head snapped up, its eyes locking onto him. For a moment, neither moved. Then, with a guttural growl, the velociraptor-like beast charged.

Arthur braced himself, the makeshift spear held at the ready.

'This is it', he thought. 'Adapt or die'.

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