The next morning, Finn studied the new pieces of at. They really were not good-looking as animals, but the at themselves didn’t look too alien. The glecksmar at looked a bit rough though, it looked a bit like tripe, except he was pretty sure these were muscles.
The hissmal at was a bit glossy, like gel, which didn’t look too nice as at. On earth, snake at tasted a bit like a combination of chicken and fish. Hissmal at looked different from this, so he was indeed curious, how different it’d taste.
[Glecksmar at]
[Information: Harvested from a heavily muscled quadripedal predator. The at has a rough tripe-like appearance and its fiber holds high protein yield.]
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[Hissmal at]
[Information: at coming from a semi-aquatic serpentine monster. Glossy and sowhat gel-like in texture, high in electrolytic compounds and oga acids.]
He thought about how to handle each type of at, and it was...a challenge. When he tried putting the Glecksmar’s at into the fire, it had a tendency to break apart.
It made him think about how it moved before. For a bulky bipedal monster, it was indeed a bit agile and flexible. How did its muscles work?
That said, when he took a bite, it tasted a bit like sandy pork. It wasn’t particularly delicious, but it was fine as a less luscious alternative to ground pork.
The snake at cooked quickly—very quickly—like liver, except sharper and a little more tallic. Its strange texture also made it difficult to sear, but interestingly, ideal for steaming or fernting. It was likely full of collagen-like proteins and water-retaining compounds, so it couldn’t brown well when he tried to grill it.
If he were to use his limited nutritionist knowledge, it probably ant this at was high in iron and mineral content. As a main dish, it was too much, too irony, and too rich. However, it could be great as a more protein-rich liver spread or preserved paste, or maybe even as a base for sauces and broths.
Yum.
It was quite interesting, and he almost got too imrsed in thinking what else to make of it until Pang pulled his pants to ask him to turn the skewers.
"Ah, right."
Anyway, he did this in alteration. He’d turn the at while also pondering about the new at types. By the ti the skewers were done, and the juice was squeezed in, he had determined at least 3 tis to prepare each type of at.
Ah, he thought, he could really get used to this.
"Don’t forget to train though," Pang helpfully comnted at the side.
"..."
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The next few days, Finn’s schedule would be like this: Train and fight as much as possible, then rest and eat (cook) whenever the stats got too low or he got too tired. Finally, he would absorb the cores at night. Rinse, repeat.
Not a bad schedule.
That morning, there were about seven monsters asking for death. He finished them off in less than an hour. Before preparing breakfast, he smiled at his stats.
What a difference from before. Even after killing several monsters, there was minimal deduction to his stamina!
He rembered that several days ago, dealing with a single monster had consud his entire stamina. This thought also reminded him of how much ti had passed.
One week had officially passed since Finn was literally thrown into this new world. There were still no signs of a new custor, and frankly, he was getting worried about his gold.
He could just sell his cores, of course, but he was reluctant. These were his literal sources of strength (and youth), after all!
Besides, he didn’t forget the [Growth-type Equipnt], whatever that was, he would get as a reward for getting 50 custors!
At this point, he might have to go out and fetch them himself!
He wasn’t excited to do so though, but it was inevitable. He probably wouldn’t go too far during his first ti out. He hoped to still be near enough for him to dash back in case of danger.
At the sa ti, he wanted to bask on his peace for a while longer. So what could he do this ti?
Take this chance to finally gather more materials, of course!
However, because most of the fruits and the like inside were already gathered, he would have to go outside the barrier. The good thing about fruits here was that they didn’t grow once a year like on Earth. They blood every month or so (Syl ntioned it), so that was already a big relief in terms of resources.
Anyway, his plan was to forage a bit and explore up to ten ters away from the barrier on the first day, then slowly expand his scope as the days went by. He’d probably leave a few marks or so, maybe carve so text on the trees, hoping to lead victims, er, custors to his inn.
Of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to go out without any defense equipnt.
Like weapons, there were only a few options, and he could only buy one a day. Fortunately, there was a decent option today, unlike the past few days, wherein the equipnt offered wasn’t value for money. (Rather, his gold was limited, so he was extrely choosy).
He had to consu much of his gold to buy it, but since he was going out, it was the most urgent purchase.
[Renji Leather Armor (D)]
[Information: Top and bottom attire crafted from the hide of the renji beast, this armor offers decent protection without sacrificing mobility. It covers the whole bust area and the upper arm.
Durability: 1000/1000]
[-50 Gold, -500 Hearth Points]
He put up the armor, though it looked more like a pair of pants and a vest.
He patted it a few tis, as if to feel its durability, though he did feel complicated at how it didn’t look like the sturdy armor of his fantasies. Then again, those armors would’ve been too heavy for him to move agilely anyway. Still, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.
His life sorta, kinda, depended on it, after all.
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