Chapter 19: Auto Repair
He was still processing that when he heard rustling from behind. Turning, he found a small, delicate deer staring at him.
Their eyes locked for a split second before the fawn tried to dash away—but Logan effortlessly lunged forward. In the blink of an eye, he was beside it, gripping its antlers with one hand.
"You're not a hallucination, are you?" He half expected new illusions, but the deer's frantic movements felt very real.
It kicked and struggled, unable to break free. That was when a thunderous roar shook the surrounding forest.
A hulking Siberian tiger emerged from behind the trees, fixating on Logan and his captive fawn. This big cat wasn't ranked—no shining scale armor or magical aura—yet it still radiated raw power.
Under normal circumstances, a non-enhanced Logan would have run. But now, after breaking through to F-rank, he wasn't afraid.
The tiger eyed Logan's Breeze Sword warily, as though sensing its lethal edge. After a tense standoff, Logan grew impatient. He had crates to salvage and cooking to do; no time to indulge a staring contest.
He released the terrified fawn, which collapsed trembling. Logan dashed behind the tiger in two seconds, delivering a blow that sent the beast sprawling. In a few more strikes, it lay motionless.
The system displayed:
[Slain Tiger. Decompose? (Yes – No)]
Logan chose Yes:
[Obtained Tiger Meat x237, Tiger Whip x1, Tiger Skin x1]
He frowned, noticing that neither tiger bones nor blood appeared in the loot. Apparently, the system took a "fee" when automatically decomposing.
It occurred to him how many precious materials might have been lost in his earlier kills—wasted resources in a survival scenario where every scrap could be vital.
The fawn watched him from a short distance, trembling but too fearful to flee. Logan decided not to kill it. Instead, he reasoned that a live deer might help him haul supply crates later.
Transporting materials all the way from the island's new interior back to his warehouses would be a chore, given his limited backpack space.
He spent the rest of the morning scouting the forest, occasionally hunting. In that time, he bagged three birds and a rabbit, each promptly deconstructed by the system.
He let the deer tag along, feeding it the weeds he'd cut earlier—a perfect way to recycle the endless grass.
By midday, the temperature rose, and he found himself drenched in sweat from trekking across his now-massive island, clearing pockets of resources and hauling them back to his storage cabins.
The deer, while skittish, did manage to carry bundles of smaller items in a makeshift harness Logan fashioned from strips of cloth.
From the look of things, the newly expanded island teemed with more potential than ever before—fresh water, fruit-bearing trees, and even wildlife.
His next challenge: building or forging the right tools to tame this environment and further extend his advantage in the harsh survival game.
Logan Lane grabbed a nearby piece of fruit, biting into its sweet flesh as he tugged on the half-loaded deer that followed him.
After last night's storm, he was feeling uneasy and decided it was time to upgrade his thatched house into a more solid structure. That gale had shaken him more than he cared to admit.
But as he approached the island's edge to continue fishing for supply crates, he froze. He spotted clusters of sea beasts lurking in the water like a living tide.
If he were still unranked, he wouldn't have noticed them at all, and their sheer numbers made him scowl.
A mass outbreak of sea creatures would be more than he could handle, even at F-rank. One tide of beasts could wipe an entire district if it landed on their shores.
Logan focused, activating his ability to glimpse future events. He expected to see images of the day's occurrences, but instead found everything blank—except for a single vivid scene: a huge [Purple Shell] resting about 700 meters beneath the waves, pulsing with a golden shimmer. It was easily as large as his old thatched hut.
He tried to peer deeper, but an unseen force blocked his vision. Still, it was enough to realize this purple shell must be rarer than the green one he'd found earlier.
Logan knew retrieving it would be tough. The ocean was a different domain, weakening his physical advantage. Should any F-rank sea beast appear at that depth, he wasn't sure he could handle it.
With a sigh, he tried to use his ability again for other insights, only to find it wouldn't activate. He assumed he'd reached his daily limit and decided to fish for crates the normal way.
Unfortunately, his luck was abysmal. He only brought up one iron box—and the fishing net snagged on something vicious enough to tear a big hole in it.
[Novice Ordinary Fishing Net (3 Days of Use, 5 Days Old)]
Condition: Broken
Consumed two days' worth of usage. Auto-repair remains possible—yes or no?
Logan tapped repair without hesitation. A flash of light rippled through the net, restoring it. Yet another line of text appeared: