Nemesis. Start on the End.

Revsha stood in the thick, damp forest, the reality of his situation settling in. The soft rustling of the leaves above him was the only sound, broken by his shallow breaths. He could feel the weight of his **Vitality**, the constant reminder that every decision mattered now. One wrong move, and he would pay for it in pain. And if he was unlucky enough, he could die, losing everything in the process.

He had no equipment, just the tattered clothes of a slum dweller, a rough reminder of where he'd come from in this new world. The only thing he had was his wits and the **raw knowledge** from his old life, knowledge that now felt both a blessing and a curse. In his past life, the start had been easy. A fairy to guide him, AI NPCs to help him along the way. Now, it was just him, the wilderness, and the creatures that roamed it.

Revsha could feel the **pain of reality** in his body. The wolves, goblins, and other monsters weren't just pixels on a screen—they were real. **Pain felt real.** Death wasn't a simple respawn; it was a reminder that his body could be broken, and if he didn't make it to the village alive, he would have to log out in failure. There was no time to waste.

The first wolf appeared from the underbrush, its yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end as he instinctively gripped the rough wooden branch he had scavenged. This was his weapon. It wasn't much, just a blunt tool, but it would have to do.

His hands shook slightly as he prepared to face the creature. He knew how to fight—he had faced wolves before in the game—but this time, it was different. **The body felt foreign**, its movements not quite syncing with his mind. The wolf lunged at him with surprising speed, its fangs bared.

Revsha's body moved a fraction too slow, and the wolf's teeth grazed his arm. **Pain exploded** in his mind as the wound throbbed, reminding him that this was not a game anymore. He couldn't afford to make another mistake. His **Vitality** was already diminished, and if he didn't finish this, it could be the end of him.

But then, the rush of adrenaline hit. His body remembered what to do. He sidestepped the wolf's second strike, bringing the branch down hard onto its back. The wolf yelped, stumbling backward.

**Victory**. The creature collapsed, its lifeless body slumping to the ground. Revsha panted, his body sore from the exertion, but he was still alive. And for now, that was enough.

He knelt down beside the wolf, his hands trembling as he looked at the lifeless body. He needed more than just survival. He needed to **thrive**. He reached down and, using the stones he had found earlier, began to break off the wolf's fang, carefully crafting a crude, makeshift knife. The process was slow, painful, but it was his only chance to make it in this world. The wolf's pelt could be useful, the meat could keep him alive, and the bones—well, they could be used for tools, weapons, or sold.

After what felt like hours, Revsha finally stood with a basic knife in hand. His heart raced as he cut into the wolf's skin, removing its pelt and carefully carving out the meat. **Survival** was about making use of everything. Every part of the wolf could be used to further his progress, to prepare him for what came next.

Once the pelt was secured and the meat packed, Revsha scanned the area around him. He could still feel the weight of his decision pressing on him. His life in this world was fragile. The **wolf kill** had earned him **XP**, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. He needed to reach the village, to learn how to survive **properly**.

The forest was dangerous, and it wasn't just the creatures he had to worry about. He needed shelter, water, and food. But it would take time to gather everything. The path ahead was long, and there were still many obstacles.

As he moved on, the harsh reality of this game became clearer. He wasn't a seasoned player anymore. He didn't have the advantages of his old self. **No respawn timers**, no convenient portals to jump through. **Dying** would send him back to the starting position, but there was a downside—loss of **XP**, pain from his injuries, the possibility of fractures and broken bones that would hinder his progress. Even the risk of losing **items** was a constant threat. Every moment he spent fighting and losing ground could have consequences.

His first kill had been hard, and he knew that there would be more to come. It wasn't enough to simply survive. He needed to keep moving, to keep learning. The village was still a long way off, but each step brought him closer.

The forest was alive with danger. Goblins and more wolves were lurking, and he would have to fight if he wanted to survive. **Every monster killed, every successful hunt, would bring him closer to level 1**. The fight for survival was just beginning, and Revsha wasn't about to give up.

The game had changed. Now, he had to change with it. After some time passed.

Revsha stood in the dense forest, sweat trickling down his back, muscles sore from hours of hunting and practice. He had already killed many wolves, honed his skills, and crafted crude but effective armor from their pelts. His body was adjusting to the new world, but the real challenge lay in mastering the elements that had started to flicker within him.

The first few days had been brutal—he had to learn to use his **basic elemental skills**: **Burn**, **Shocking Grasp**, **Stone Armor**, and **Ice Knife**. These were basic, raw powers that had taken time to refine. The more he used them, the clearer it became that they were more than simple spells—they were part of him, flowing through his body like an extension of his will.

As he hunted wolves, he began by using the most basic of his elemental skills. The **Ice Knife** was his first experiment. He had seen it in his memories, the simple conjuration of ice into a sharp point. The first few attempts were clumsy—his hands too shaky, his concentration not focused enough. But as time passed, he began to shape the ice more precisely. When he threw it, it pierced the wolf's hide like a real blade, freezing the wound and slowing the animal's movements.

The **Burn** spell came next, an elemental blast of fire that emanated from his hands. It was a bit wild at first—he couldn't control it completely, and it often left him burning his own fingers in the process. But with time and persistence, he found ways to harness the power more effectively. His attacks would set the wolf's fur ablaze, forcing them to recoil, giving him a moment to strike again.

The **Shocking Grasp** was perhaps the easiest to master. A surge of electric energy flowed from his hands, coursing through whatever he touched. He used this one sparingly, as it drained his energy quickly, but it worked wonders for disabling an enemy. When he managed to land a shock on a wolf, it immediately seized up, giving Revsha the chance to finish it off before it could react.

The **Stone Armor** was a defensive skill that, at first, felt clunky and uncomfortable. His body would stiffen as the stone formed around his arms and chest, but with practice, he learned how to manipulate the magic to harden only the parts of his body that needed protection. When he faced a wolf that lunged at him with bared teeth, the armor would activate, turning the wolf's strike into little more than a dull thud. It wasn't perfect, but it allowed him to survive longer without taking damage.

Though these elemental skills were essential for his survival, they felt limited. He could control the elements individually, but the real breakthrough came when he started applying them to his weapons.

While facing a particularly large wolf one evening, Revsha found himself cornered, his spear the only weapon between him and certain death. The wolf's eyes gleamed as it lunged toward him. Without thinking, Revsha gritted his teeth, focusing his energy into his spear. He had no idea what he was doing, but he pushed the elemental power into the weapon like an instinct.

As the tip of the spear connected with the wolf's side, an explosion of **raw elemental energy** erupted from it. The wolf froze in mid-motion, ice coating its fur and slowing its movements. This was the breakthrough he had been waiting for—the ability to infuse elemental power directly into his weapon. The skill was crude, but the results were devastating. The wolf, encased in ice, struggled to move, giving him the upper hand. With one swift strike, he pierced the wolf's heart, ending the fight.

Revsha's heart raced as he looked at his weapon, now humming with the power of **elemental burst**. He had discovered how to apply elemental energy directly to his weapons, making them far more potent. Each element infused into the weapon seemed to amplify its effects: the ice slowed enemies, the fire burned through their defenses, the electricity stunned, and the stone enhanced his weapon's durability. The ability to mix elemental power with his physical attacks gave him the edge he needed to survive in this dangerous new world.

But his journey didn't stop there.

As he continued to hunt wolves, Revsha started experimenting with other types of magic. After a few battles, he began to notice the remnants of nature around him—vines, roots, and trees that could be manipulated with a little concentration. He wasn't sure what he was doing at first, but he focused on drawing the **earth's power**, and soon enough, vines began to rise from the ground.

These vines didn't hold the same destructive power as the elemental skills, but they were incredibly useful. He could control them to slow enemies, trip them up, or tie them down. It wasn't much, but it was effective. The **Vine Trap** spell allowed him to delay enemies long enough for him to get the upper hand, and in a world where every moment counted, that was a vital skill.

With each kill, Revsha's confidence grew. He had learned to use his elemental powers and weapons together, and he was becoming more than just a survivor. He was growing into a **fighter**, someone capable of navigating the harsh realities of this world.

After many days of hunting, Revsha had accumulated 550 XP. His armor was now fully crafted from wolf pelts, and his body felt stronger with each passing day. The forest around him was still a dangerous place, but it felt a little more manageable now. He had learned to combine his elemental powers with his weapons, created traps to slow down his enemies, and adapted to the brutal realities of this world.

As he looked toward the distant village he was aiming for, he knew there was still much to learn. But for now, he was ready. He had sharpened his skills, honed his abilities, and discovered the power that lay within him. The road ahead would be long, but Revsha was no longer just a lost soul in a new world. He was a fighter. And he would fight to survive.