First Day of Survival

"Hngg... Hngg..."

After a couple of days had passed since then.

Sun shining from the blue clear sky through the ocean reaching the bubble where Mike is lying down.

Mike is still lying on the floor sleeping in for weeks.

"Hngg..." In these past days, Mike started making a noise from his sleep since the last sunrise (Yesterday).

In this process of his sleep that was supposed his death, Mike almost fully recovered from his wounds and so to his destroyed lung.

Because of this, Mike managed to breathe again since yesterday using most of the remaining air from the bubble as it's size gets smaller and smaller at the size of his figure.

It will just be a matter of time for the bubble's air to be depleted.

Shaking his head and cold sweats flowing his face like a nightmare surging through his dream he wakes up immediately raises his head hitting the top of the bubble.

"Wah!?... Oh?"

(Ow.!...? Oh yeah, I'm inside a bubble. Hm? Is this really small?) Mike thought while scratching his head thinking that his head hit something hard but it was only a soft bubble.

With the sun shining through the ocean Mike can look at the waters clearly as fishes swim in any directions.

The weird thing about the fishes that some of them are actually fish monsters blending perfectly from the fishes.

Terrifyingly, the fish monsters devour anything from sight small ones or even the bigger ones are just food for them.

(So the tentacle is still here...)

Mike takes a look at his feet seeing the tentacle that stretches from his foot to the darkness from below.

He didn't have a fear of the ocean but you just can't help it if you see the darkness envelops below around you.

Checking his health he touches his chest and noticed that the destroyed lung is now fully recovered as his chest expanding and shrinking fine when he breathes.

(This is... just how? Is this the power of the speed-up evolution? Unbelievable...)

While checking his other wounds he noticed that his hair is not tied as it's hindering his movements.

The length of his hair is reaching his shoulders, not too long nor not too short.

He already learns from his childhood he tied his hair into his favorite pony bun without a hair tie.

(Hehehe... What a great skill I had in me. Geh! I don't have time complimenting myself!)

Getting distracted himself from reality he first needs to solve this problem in front of him.

The bubble is now in a state that's about to be depleted completely leaving him breath haggardly.

(First! I must get out of here!)

He forces himself to go outside through the skin of the bubble.

It was easy for him to escape and he managed to hold his breath from the remaining air inside, with this he could hold his lung for a couple of minutes.

(Somehow it's easy for me to hold my breath now.)

(I just wake up and this already happened. My stomach is grumbling and I can't find a safe place for me to breathe. Just what an unfortunate event. *sigh*)

Sighing in distressed soon after he just got out the tentacle started pulling him.

(W-w-wait! Wait! Wait!)

Too many events have happened in just a span of a single minute after he woke up from near-death experience.

This is too much for his brain and body.

In the midst of him going deeper and deeper into the ocean, his stomach growls loudly telling his owner that he wants to eat something anything other than air nor water.

(I get it, I get it. So please stop growling! This is not the time!)

The speed of him getting pulled is not very fast but it can give someone a panic especially when he is not the one who controls his fall.

In his sight, he can see anything as long it's in the light but blurry.

He saw a school of fish below his view and readies his hand to catch at least one.

Too bad that the fishes saw him coming that they disperse away from him.

(Damn it!)

He tried again when he saw another batch of fishes below him as goes deeper.

(This is it!)

Stretching his right arm from his back readying his stance waiting for the right timing.

A soon he reaches the area where he can get them he thrust his arm aiming at the single fish.

Unfortunately, he got nothing. The speed of the fish is faster than his slow wiggly arm.

It's about time for him to gather some air or else he would faint again or worse he might die this time.

It's about three minutes underwater when he holds his breath and that's a great feat from someone who almost dies from drowning.

I guess it's true that 'What doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger.' - Friedrich Nietzsche

(Grghh... My body feels heavy again.)

Mike switches his objective from searching for food into searching for a bubble.

Because the sun is up in the sky he immediately found a bubble far away about eight-meter from his

distance.

He swims desperately towards the bubble as his body his getting pulled deeper and deeper.

He tried to reach it but it was also a failure.

(I'm about to die because of this!)

He can't measure himself to time himself to reach the things he wanted to reach so it's no wonder that he can't get a single thing.

Still... He struggles.

He doesn't want to end this here.

Mike found another bubble, this time it's from his below about four meters from his distance.

This time he isn't planning himself to fail.

(Let my instinct teach my body... The feeling of the water, the feeling of riding through the flow of the water, and adjusting my form to make myself comfortable...)

His form in swimming keeps getting better and better as he swims towards the bubble at a fast pace.

The desperation and hunger for survival what's making him struggle in this harsh environment and because of that desperation and hunger he is adapting himself underwater.

*swoosh* In just an instant Mike completely adjusted his form making his speed underwater increase in such degree.

If a scientist could see this phenomenon they will find it unbelievable.

He managed to reach the top of the bubble and went inside it easily.

"*pant pant* Fuck! Haha! I made it in time!"

As soon he enters the bubble the movement of the bubble stop and also the tentacle stops pulling him.

(This must be basically called a safe zone in a game.)

He gathers his breath and quickly thinks of a plan to search for food.

Looking outside the bubble he can see fishes but he knew that he can't catch with even with this speed.

Thinking of another way to catch a food his body suddenly numbs as all of his muscles vibrates.

He isn't falling into slumber so this is not much of a problem for him but this is interrupting his thought.

He waited for a minute and the numbness from his body disappear.

Mike continue his thoughts.

(Just how could I catch one...)

He tried to catch the fish beside the bubble to see if he could surprise attack him.

He managed to grab the fish but it slips through his hands it's also a failure.

Just stubborn fish are?! What Mike had thought.

(So... Any surprising attacks are impossible. I don't have any tools to create a trap, so just how could I catch these pesty creatures...)

Like a lightbulb appeared on his head he finally had an idea.

He removes his upper clothe and puts it into his right hand making it like a glove.

He waits for a moment for a catch get near the bubble and when a fish gets near.

*Grab*

Like the last time, he managed to grab the fish but this time he has clothing on his hand to not let the fish slips away.

(Hehe... What a great idea, me!)

He immediately pulls his hand inside the bubble along with the fish.

And for the first time in his life, he managed to obtain food by himself without the need of money nor help.

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