I started off my adventure for…something, not of sure what. Surely I'll find myself some goal shortly after I start, definitely… whatever. As I was saying, I started my grand adventure, looking around at my surroundings. I was kinda busy freaking out about the second moon or the voice in my head to look around.

  I'm in a forest clearing. The grass is about ankle-high, which is way taller than what I'm used to in California. It's nighttime with the two moons hanging in the sky. One looks pretty close to the one back home, minus the different distribution of craters, while the second one has a clear orangish-red tint, kind of like Mars.

  “Hmm, sleep here or what?” I muttered under my breath, thinking out loud.

  It'll probably be best to sleep now, so I'm more energized and ready for whatever I do tomorrow. Plus, since it's probably summer or its equivalent here, considering I'm not freezing my balls off, I should be fine sleeping here.

  “Fuck it, dont got much else to lose right now.” I said to myself as I started walking to find a nice tree to sleep against.

  However, I stopped as soon as I took the first step, because I felt something swinging on my hip, something that wasn't there this morning. As I stopped, I look towards my hip and see a scabbard with a fucking sword in it.

  “Holy shit, that's a sword.” I muttered as I moved to grab it and pull it out of the scabbard.

  I succeed in removing the sword from its sheath which is kinda weird. I always kinda assumed there was some technique to it, but I guess not.

  I hold the sword in my hand, and I get the urge to practice with it. I decided to ‘cause I'm gonna have to use it.

  As I held the shortsword in my right hand, I got the urge to say [Flaming blade].

  Fuck it, I decided to say “[Flaming blade].”

  Just asI said it, my sword bursts into flames. Though I got the feeling it's still safe for me to handle.

  “Holy shit!” I shouted, startled at the flaming blade. Fuck it, this is sick.

  I have the genius idea to walk over to a small tree and started attacking it with my fucking fire sword.

  I started cutting into the tree with it and I can't repeat this enough with my fucking fire sword.

  No, I'm not disassociating from being kidnapped shut up.

  As I practiced with my fire sword, I realized I shouldn't know how to use a sword. Like I'm scared of longer knives, sure. I can use them but still, I'm wielding it like someone who had experience with handling a blade.

  Must be the passive skills kind of creepy…and useful.

  I practiced, using my flame sword for a bit before I remembered there were other spells and a skill I could use.

  “[Flame spurt].” I said, my voice taking on a strange candace I didn't notice the last time. I casted a spell, it's almost more real than the other words I've said.

  When I casted the spell, aptly named Flame Spurt, a spurt of flame shoots out of my hand and hits the tree, leaving a scorched patch on the tree bark.

  Thankfully, it didn't light the tree on fire.

  I continued to practice with my flaming sword. I managed a bit more time with the flaming sword but after what must've been two minutes total, the spell died and my swords are all boring now.

  I decided that I should probably go to bed for real this time instead of just getting distracted by a sword.

  I move over to a bigger tree, sit down, lean back against the tree, and close my eyes to try and get some sleep after all this excitement.

  eeling exhausted after the whole ass day I’ve had, considering I got kidnapped by something that's probably a being from the fucking uhh seventh dimension…

  God, I'm never gonna see my friends and family again am I…?

  Fuck…fuck…why…why me.

  Why the fuck would it be me?! Was it because I was a god damned nerd…? Because it would be easier to explain all this… this bull shit to me…instead of someone else…?

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  But…still doesn't explain why I instead of the basement-dwelling weirdos with no friends or family, or a Japanese salaryman with no friends or family or life outside of work in general ...Why me…

  After several more seconds of…that, I succeed in drifting off to sleep. The sleep is fortunately calm and restful. ith no nightmares about my kidnapping and transportation to another world…yay…

  First things first, find civilization to figure out where I'm at, preferably one that isn't massively racist.

  I started walking to what was my right when I got up, but is now forward.

  Wait…could the system have a mini-map..? ‘System map? Please! I thought, hoping that the system has a mini-map or even a compass, but alas, the system doesn't respond and nothing appears.

  ‘Dammit uh Compass…? Please’ I thought again, really hoping I have some way to orient myself, but the system is a cruel uncaring being in a cruel uncaring universe.

  I continued to walk directionless, hoping I'm not walking in the opposite direction of a village, that'd suck really badly.

  As I walked through the admittedly very beautiful coniferous forest, I started trying to organize my thoughts. I came to the realization that I'm still in my preferred spring clothing, also known as a hoodie, t-shirt, jeans and some sneakers. Which doesn't really strike me as the kind of clothing I wanna wear in a fight…and I have no money… not even USD, which would be useless but at the very least comforting… Dammit, I'm poor.

  I continued my walk… very boring… would kill for my AirPods and iPhone…wait I probably shouldn't say that…I might actually have to kill something…crap…

  ‘Hey system you got like a journal tab or something?’ nothing happens

  ‘No?…damm…’

  Jesus Christ, this is a god damned video game fantasy world, shouldn't I have fought something by now? It's been like two hours…?

  Fucking… whatever.

  ‘Could you like- tell me where the nearest settlement is…?’

  No answer of course cause the system hates me… fuck you system.

  I continued to walk for what seemed to be two more hours, shutting up the system. It felt like two hours before anything happened..

  I froze as I heard the clicking of something that sounded grossly moist to my right. I put my hand on the hilt of my sword, ready to draw it in case whatever it is hostile. I turned to face the sound and Jesus fuck that's a giant spider, it looks like a tarantula that got injected with growth hormones until it hit three feet high, and even worse, it's hungry.

  I removed the sword from its hilt, holding out my left hand, and casting “[Fire Spurt]” at the spider-clicking mandibles.

  The spurt of orange and red flames shot out of my hand and hit the spider in the face, as the flames licked at the spider, I could hear its gross yellowish-green saliva sizzle and evaporate.

  The spider shrieked in pain from the flames and once the spurt of flames finished, it charged at me despite what I can assume is in a considerable amount of pain.

  As the spider charged me, I braced my feet from moving on their own into a more stable position.y feet being a shoulder width apart with my right foot slightly forward.

  Instead of just running at me like I anticipated, 'cause you know that's what you expect, the spider jumped.

  It fucking jumped.

  It jumped long enough to cover the five feet between us, which is definitely impressive for a three-foot-tall spider, but still.

  I braced for impact, while I pointed my sword skyward in the hopes of skewering the spider.

  The spider flew through the air, eventually clashing with my sword. The sword goes all the way through the spider down to the hilt, and yet, the spider is still moving, and I'm now struggling to stay upright while being crushed by a giant spider with a sword hilted inside of it.

  “Gah get off!” I yelped as I tried to shovethe spider off before it made me fall, trying to grab the sword again.

  Alas tis futile, I yelp as I fell “Gah, son of a-!”. Fortunately for me, it's not over yet, for I managed to wrap my hands around the hilt of my sword.

  With one hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword and the other stopping the spider from biting me, I pulled the sword back, not down towards me but backward towards the spider’s face, hopefully slicing the spider in half.

  My sword slices cleanly through the spider as I face little resistance. Cuttingthrough the abdomen, into the face, and then out completely . Bisecting the spider, and letting quite a lot of spider blood, or its closest equivalent, drop down onto me.

  I groaned as I felt the disgustingly vicious and puke-colored blood drip onto me.

  “Fuuuck, this is disgusting!” I groan as I push the spider off me, before pushing myself to my feet and using my sword to stabilize myself. I doubt it's good for the blade but it's already covered with spider gunk, so it's not like it can get any worse…right…?

  I went to put my sword away but stopped when I realized I should probably clean it of most of the gunk first.

  I searched my pockets for a cloth of some kind but alas, there wasn't one which meant…I have to use my sweatshirt…dammit I really liked this one…very nice shade of green…

  I wiped the gunk off of the sword and onto the sweater before I resheath it. As soon as I resheath the blade, a notification from the system pops up.

  …Lesser…of course…why not…that's obviously a small spider…

  “Do you need help…?”A young and feminine-sounding voice suddenly spoke from behind me.