My first steps in the world of carpentry

After entering the workshop, I began inspecting it. On my right side, there was nothing but wood of all sizes. In the middle, there was an empty space where Mr. Tavis placed a small desk and a chair, which he seemed to use for receiving customers. On my left side, there were hammers, saws, and several tools that Mr. Tavis used for his work.

He looked at me and said, "The first thing you'll do is collect the scattered wood shavings. The bags are over there next to the desk."

"Understood, Mr. Boss."

Saying this, I went, picked up the bags, and started working. I knew he wouldn't begin teaching me right away—he would start by giving me side tasks. I spent three hours gathering the wood shavings, but they never seemed to end, and the plastic bags ran out

. Within those three hours, I had filled 28 plastic bags. Although the tiny wood splinters pricked my skin and hurt, I didn't complain. I went to Mr.

Tavis and told him, "Sir, the plastic bags are finished. Are there any more?"

He looked at me and said, "Go behind the workshop. You'll find a cart. Bring it here." Then he handed me a key.

I did as I was told. I went, found a wooden cart that was locked, stepped forward, unlocked it, and brought it back.

Tavis asked, "Do you know Nus Market?"

"Yes."

"Alright, load these wood shavings onto the cart, go to the market, and ask for a man named Ben. Tell him you're from me. Give him the shavings, and he'll give you 25,000 Billy. Also, tell him I need more bags."

"Understood."

I pushed the cart. Even though there were many bags, wood shavings were naturally light, so the task wasn't too difficult.

- - - - - Nus Market - - - - -

After asking a few vendors, I finally found the person I was looking for.

"Mr. Ben?"

"Yes?"

An old man answered me. I told him, "I'm from Mr. Tavis. I brought the wood shavings."

The old man nodded. He didn't seem interested in wasting time with me. He called someone from inside his shop to unload the shavings. While the worker emptied the cart, the old man handed me three banknotes—two of 10,000 Billy and one of 5,000 Billy.

I put the money in my pocket and asked him about the bags. He instructed the same worker to give them to me after finishing, then walked away. After receiving the bags, I loaded them onto the cart and left, heading back to the workshop.

When I arrived, it was nearly 6:00 PM. I found Mr. Tavis working on something I couldn't recognize.

I handed him the money, he nodded, and then told me to continue collecting the shavings.

I kept working until around 9:00 PM. Then, Mr. Tavis looked at me and said, "Bring in the furniture outside and sweep in front of the shop."

I nodded and started working. During this time, Mr. Tavis changed his clothes and told me he would be back later. I finished my task and returned to collecting the shavings. After a while, he came back carrying a bag—probably containing food. He handed it to me and said, "This is your dinner. You can leave now and come back tomorrow at 10:00 AM."

I started thinking about how to tell him I wanted to stay the night. After some thought, I decided to ask directly. "Mr. Boss, can I sleep here in the workshop, please?"

He looked at me and thought for a moment before saying, "But I will lock the door from the outside."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Boss. I will never forget this!"

He nodded and left, and I heard the locks securing the large iron door. I looked at the bag in my hand and found a decent portion of food inside.

I sat down and ate until there was nothing left. I got up, gathered some of the wood shaving bags, laid them down, and stretched out to sleep. As I lay there, I started thinking about what I needed to do to survive.

The first thing I decided was to learn carpentry so it could become my source of income. Then, I would start training. If I had no natural talent for it, I would limit my training and focus on just living.

I suddenly remembered something. I removed all my clothes, went to the mirror, and examined myself. "Black hair, black eyes, an average-sized nose, and a nice-looking mouth. My body is thin—probably due to malnutrition."

I reached down and touched my dragon, played with it for a moment to ensure it was working fine, then stopped, put my clothes back on, and went to sleep.

- - - - - The Next Morning - - - - -

The next morning, Luca opened his eyes to the sound of locks being undone. As soon as I got up, Mr. Tavis walked in, carrying a bag. He handed it to me and said, "Here's your breakfast."

"Thank you, sir." I opened the bag and found a plastic container filled with soup I couldn't identify, along with a medium-sized piece of bread. I ate my breakfast and went straight to work, gathering the wood shavings again.

- - - - - Days Passed - - - - -

Three days passed in the same routine. After finishing the wood shavings, Mr. Tavis asked me to clean all the tools. After doing that, he sent me back to deliver more wood shavings to Mr. Ben. I had to go back and forth multiple times, but eventually, I completed everything.

I looked around the workshop and compared it to how it was four days ago. It had become more spacious. After clearing out the wood shavings and organizing the tools, the workshop looked much bigger.

- - - - - The Next Day - - - - -

(Tavis' Perspective)

For four days, I had given this kid boring, repetitive tasks. But he never showed any signs of annoyance—he did everything with enthusiasm.

So today, I decided to start teaching him. As soon as I unlocked the workshop, I saw the kid as usual—waking up to the sound of my keys, greeting me, taking the breakfast bag from my hand, and immediately eating. After he finished, I told him, "Kid, come stand beside me. Watch my actions closely, observe my movements, and listen carefully to my words."

The boy obediently stepped forward and began watching me, listening to my instructions, and bringing me the tools whenever I needed them.

"You must strike the nail quickly so the barrel keeps its shape."

"At the end, you must coat it with wax to prevent any leaks."

"When fitting the iron frame, you need strength in your hands."

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- - - - - One Month Later - - - - -

Luca stood in the workshop, holding a small hammer, working with complete focus. After a few minutes, he lifted the bed frame he had just finished and placed it beside the others he had already made.

In just one month, Luca's skills had improved dramatically, showing remarkable talent in carpentry. As his woodworking skills improved, his body followed. With all the physical effort and just barely enough nutrition, his previously thin body had begun to take on muscle definition.

"If I wanted a body like this in my original world, it would have taken me at least six months of intense training and a perfect diet. But here, just a month of work without any real training made my body stronger."

Now, my plan to master carpentry was progressing well. But I had one problem. "I no longer like living here."