NOVEL WEB Chapter 33: Thoughts
With the Flying Man Eater down, Quagmire sighed in annoyance. Now, the thing that bothered his wonderful meal, he could finally enjoy. It was only through eating that he found solace, which was a huge contrast when he was back in his old world; for him, eating was the only thing that was normal and something that he was able to bring over from there to here in this forsaken world.
He was tasked by a goddess to save the world but he does not know why even he was chosen. Moreover, why have things come to this point? There are myriad races in this world; what did they do? He had travelled tens of kilometers for the past few days and he still not have seen anything other than rotting corpses and gigantic abominations known as a fat man.
The names of the ghouls in this world were also rather peculiar. A fat man and a flying man-eater? Could not a better name be given? It was rather too direct and shabby. Nevertheless, that is what it is named in the system; it would be counterproductive to give a different name. Confused he was, but he pushed those questions in the back of his mind.
After all, everything happens for a reason, so that means all of this happened due to something, and whatever it is, the truth cannot be hidden. Eventually, it would come to light, and everything would start to make sense, and a sense of understanding would flourish throughout his mind. In the meantime, he just needs to what needs to be done.
All the while keeping his values and principles intact. After all, they would not choose a man who would destroy the world, which means they have faith in him and believe in his capabilities. To cherish his newfound life, he would accomplish it and find out the truth of this world.
With that in mind, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked, grabbed the dead carcass of the flying man-eater, and disposed of it in a distance away from his location.
He would just finish his food, wait for the sunrise, and finally trek the remaining few kilometers before him, and establish his base and the seed of hope in this world. The start is where he would develop his nation and eventually his children, which are his that was cloned and derived from his blood.
He would treat them as his own children and raise them with proper values; even though they are a clone of him, it's not a perfect clone, as his DNA would be used. This means there would be differences, and depending on what they receive earlier on would shape their personalities. So he had to make sure they turned out as a good person who would stand as a shield for his nation and as a shoulder to be relied on for its citizens.
Quagmire dreamed with expectations, but first, he needed to lay out the foundations of what was soon to be first. Depending on the foundation, he would decide how far up he would be able to stand with stability. With that in mind, he finally pushed it back on his mind and moved over to where his meal was.
He sat down and grabbed the canteen and brought it closer to his chest. He grabbed hold of a knife and fork but left out the spoon. He was eating meat without anything else, so he just needed to slice it further. He sliced it earlier, but it was to make it fit in the canteen, not he needed it in the form he could put in his mouth.
With glee, he took the first bite and was righteously disappointed. It tasted like nothing, bland, and the pure essence and odor of wild meat was the only thing that he felt, tasted, and smelled. Nevertheless, many people starve in other places, so he must not take food for granted. Thus, he voraciously consumed all of it and never left any leftovers.
With a full stomach, he let out a big burp and excused himself from the air. He burped, so he needed to say excuse, even though there was no one around him as he felt it disrespectful, even if there were only dead beings and the surrounding air. Courtesy matters after all.
He waited for sunrise, and when it came up; he stood up and made stretches. You need to stretch, after all, as if you entered battle and need endurance; you do not want your muscles suddenly freezing right in the middle. It could cost him his entire life, after all, so he exercised with enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, it did not reach two hours for his mission, but it's not a priority right now. With that thought out of the way, he finished his regimen and moved near the Pathfinder. With enough sunlight, he made commands for it to transform and continue the path ahead of him. Concurrently, he only has about a few dozen kilometers he needs to take.
He put it on hold for a few moments as he moved over his baggage and packed it, he folded his sleeping back and attached it to his bag. The utensils and canteen, not being washed yet, he packed it up; he would just wash them later after he arrived as there was a nearby river that he could in the area around the selected location.
This means that if he had moved fast enough, he would have made it today. After which, with a tap, the Pathfinder began working and transformed back to its original state. With a response from it, it moved and headed towards their destination.
With a firm determination in his mind, he slung his baggage and equipment to his back and sides and followed suit the Pathfinder before him. He moved with great strides and took in the beauty of the scenery before him.
It was really beautiful, one that he has to destroy in the future as he build his foundation.