Later in the day I found myself sitting at the edge of a stream. I had cleaned myself off and washed off my clothing. To my immense fascination I was informed that the clothing would repair itself when I went to sleep. It was a fascinating prospect that also explained why no one seemed concerned about the battle ruining their gear. With a wave of my hand I summoned my scroll. On some level I figured saying knowledge out loud wasn't necessary. The hand wave also wasn’t necessary either, it was just something to do. Murosoley I studied my stats. I was super bad, I would have used the word lame but I tried to stop using that due to it kinda mocking the disabled.

  The scroll was heavy in my left hand which still hadn’t completely healed. Helen had apparently dumped most of her mana into healing it. That was after the armored person I didn’t know slapped me with some sort of healing thing. Combined they were able to heal quite a bit but it wasn’t one hundred percent. I had a temporary debuff labeled thrashed. I assumed that when I was healed completely it would go away. Luckily my right hand and arm was my dominant one so the temporary loss of the left hand wasn’t a big deal. I couldn’t imagine losing either of my hands permanently and shuddered at the thought.

  All things considered fighting was scary, magic was cool, the people were bodacious, and this new world was actively trying to kill me. I sighed as I looked at my feet submerged in the stream. The water was the perfect temperature and the scenery was pretty. This should have been relaxing but I felt useless. I honestly began to wonder if I had days left to live. It seemed that I really wasn’t capable of anything other than potentially building. That was cool but you didn't end up being transported to a magical world and living long if you were unable to fight. This was kind of bogus. Which pretty much was just like my life back home. It was cool that I could build some buildings but what good would that do. In a fantasy world with monsters and levels and all I could do was sit around. What, total bogus!

  Helen walked up and took a seat nearby. She had bathed further upstream with the other girls. “Hey, Helen, does anyone have a menu like mine or are they all books like yours,” I asked.

  “As far as I know you are the only one,” Helen replied in a murmur. That was so strange I mused to myself. Why was I special? Was it because I was the thirteenth? What did it mean? Would I always need someone to defend me? More questions swirled through my brain but honestly to go on would be superfluous. I had more questions than answers which did me little good.

  “Which means I may not be like everyone else,” I commented.

  “Yeah you could be just another mouth to feed in a crisis,” Timothy stated. He had walked up unnoticed. Helen looked horrified at Timothy. I was worried about being a burden and that comment solidified into a fear. Would they kick me out if I wasn’t useful, I thought to myself.

  “I said he wasn’t a fighter or healer,” Helen stated. Timothy looked back at Helen a scowl on his face.

  “You also gave us a class name, which didn’t sound too promising. We are desperately low on food and supplies. We don’t have any idea where we are and we don’t-”

  “I have a map,” I interrupted, trying to be useful.

  “You have a map," Timothy stated. On cue my scroll status window thing switched over to the map tab. The map was a circle and in the middle of the circle was a singular line of text.

  Unnamed Unexplored Area

  “Bogus…” I muttered more as a groan rather than something intelligible. I was really hoping for something epic and useful here. Instead I had gotten nothing. Being thirteen was turning out to be very very unlucky.

  Bogus

  A voice spoke up from the scroll I was holding. It was that same omnipotent voice speaking formally with a British accent. Had I not been so startled I might have rolled my eyes at the cliche.

  Name accepted.

  Beginning area claim…Area claim established.

  Establishing area signature…Area signature established.

  Establishing area domain…Area domain established

  Establishing area territory…Error…Unable to establish area territory boundaries not defined by demarcation or by treaty

  Establishing central location…Error…Unable to establish central location no building or structure exists to establish central location

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  Debug…Enacting blueprints for central location…Error…Unable to execute blueprints to create central location insufficient resources

  Skipping establishment of central location or territory…Error…Central location needed Establishing central location as circle of summoning and heroes flame…Circle of summoning and heroes flame established as central location.

  Camp Bogus has been successfully established.

  Map has been successfully updated…World Maps have been updated.

  The map flickered then and changed; the center of the map was no longer just a circle; it featured the cots all thirteen of them outlined in a circle with a fire at the center. Just above the cots and fire was the word Bogus. The forested clearing that the camp was in was illustrated as trees for about 40 or 50 ft radiating from the center of the campsite. A bit of scroll work at the bottom indicated that this was a map of the bogus campsite. A trail led from the camp to a nearby stream that was labeled as the “Little Bogus River.”

  Awesome! Power to name something cool or epic sounding and he had named it Bogus. Like seriously DJ are you trying to ruin your second life. Did I have the authority to just go around naming random places? If I did, why was I allowed to call such a random place bogus. Who programmed that? Wait this wasn't a video game, was it? This was just how my magic power worked right? I was so confused and not in a good way though honestly there was rarely ever a good way to be confused. Well maybe if you were watching a particularly deep or thought-provoking film it was okay to be confused. I shook my head rapidly, trying to shake all the loose thoughts out of my head.

  “So we are in Bogus. Now what,” I asked. I hoped they’d just ignore the Bogus part but no luck.

  “I’m sorry, what?” Helen asked.

  “I um may have accidentally named the area we are in Bogus,” I said, making the statement sound more like a question than a statement. I turned the scroll around to show Timothy and Helen. For far to long their faces were just blank.

  “You named the area Bogus!”

  Both Helen and Timothy exclaimed at the same time like they were cartoon characters.I hadn’t intended to name the place bogus. Though that would most likely sound like an excuse which wouldn’t accomplish anything. For better or worse the place was called Bogus and they had to live with it.

  “Other than being able to name things, your map seems very limited,” Helen observed, speaking like a normal person or at least a calmer person.

  “What kind of RPG Hero are you,” Timothy asked.

  “That’s the thing I don’t think I am.”

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Helen stated, trying to sound encouraging. “You just haven't figured out how to use your legendary powers yet.”

  “Yeah that’s the thing, right there,” I pontificated. “You are a Legendary Druid, I’m assuming Timothy is a Legendary Knight or something.” I paused as Timothy nodded, in my head all the pieces were clicking into place like a lego set. “I’m a builder…no legendary just builder. That’s because I don’t think I’m playing the same game as you. In fact I think my skills come from a survival rpg or building sandbox.”

  “Like Minecraft or Sims,” Helen asked.

  “Or Fortnite or City Skylines,” Timothy supplied.

  “You played City Skylines,” I asked surprised.

  “No just saw some ads for it,” Timothy stated.

  “Too bad it was a good game, shame I’ll never get to play the sequel. Anyway yeah kinda like those. I think I have a way to test just how much like those games my powers are like,” I said, getting to my feet. I took in a deep breath and exhaled, getting mentally ready.

  “How will you test this theory,” Timothy asked.

  “I”m gonna pick a tree,” I started. Mentally I picked a tree. Walking I made my way to it readying my hammer. The single handed hammer felt strange in my grip. It wasn’t an unnatural feeling, no it was the feeling as if it belonged in my hand. It was as if I had known the well worn leather wrapped grip all my life. As if I was born to swing this hand hammer with its glowing metal head. Like this item was made for me and only me.

  Sounds lame and cheesy but it was the feeling I had. I stopped in front of the tree and turned slightly to look at Timothy and Helen. They were waiting their attention focused on me.

  “I”m gonna strike my hammer against this tree,” I continued. Lifting the hammer to the height of my shoulder and pulling back I dramatically swung the hammer at the tree. I hadn’t intended to scream harvest as I swung the hammer. The hammer struck the tree with a melodic and magical sound. With a flash of light the tree just disappeared. Suddenly a pouch on my waist get slightly heavier as if someone had slipped a cellphone into it. Nothing major and not forceful just the slight addition of a bit more weight. I had resources, I knew the exact amount I had in my inventory. The knowledge was just there inside my head. It was a super weird feeling.

  “It worked! It worked!” Never in my life had I screamed more joyously. I had powers. I wasn’t just ordinary. I couldn’t fight true but I had powers.

  “Did he just obliterate a tree,” Timothy asked Helen.

  “Yeah looks that way,” Helen stated.

  I turned to another tree and pulled back once again for a mighty swing. I didn’t shout harvest this time but I thought it. Like before the tree vanished into nothing. I turned toward another tree, sweat dripping down my brow. Readying my hammer I struck the tree and it vanished into a blinding white light. This was awesome! It was just like a survival rpg. My joy turned into laughter and maybe a bit of a cackle. I repeated the process several more times. Drawn by the flashes of light Don and Rinn wandered over.

  “Sssshhhhiiiiiittttttt,” Don mumbled.

  “I’ve heard of rapid deforestation but this is ridiculous.” Helen muttered.

  “Yeah, so he’s a lumberjack,” Rinn asked.

  “Not quite sure that’s a good thing but it doesn’t hurt anybody,” Timothy said.