《Love like Rodney's》


 Chapter 1: Reality is stranger than fiction at times

    I¡¯ve always lacked a certain love for what i did, be that skating or studying, now that doesn''t mean that i couldn¡¯t enjoy it, i could, i just lacked that certain spark which kept people up till dawn trying to improve at what they love.


    Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep


    ¡®¡¯Urgh¡¯¡¯ I try to find my phone for about 20 seconds before I open my eyes in annoyance being shell shocked to find myself in the middle of an abyss blacker than black the likes of which you would attribute to black holes.


    ¡®¡¯What in the?¡¯¡¯ fearing blindness I try to feel around me hoping it was naught but a nightmare. I slap my arm 5 times feeling the sting, knowing that it isn¡¯t a dream I begin screaming out hoping for anybody, anything to respond.


    I feel and see a piece of paper lightly glowing with the brightness of a phone screen, it said.


    Sup, first time doing this whole Isekai as you folks like to call it, so i¡¯ve been seeing a few acquaintances doing it and i gotta say. MMMAN how boring is that? Giving them power far stronger than almost all the strongest in their chosen world or on par with the hidden monsters there, so i decided, why not Isekai somebody without that strength and see how they do eh? So basically here¡¯s the rundown of what you CAN¡¯T get.


    Superman power


    Green Lantern ring


    Imagine Breaker


    Unlimited Blades Work


    Endbringer Powers


    Mystical Eyes of Death Perception


    Basically dont pick anything fucking overpowered and I¡¯ll be cool so just write down the choice you pick and if its weak enough il even give you a second choice though it will be weaker then it could be.


    Of Course i freak out like any normal person would after the first hour of freaking out. I just lay there in the nothingness staring and staring for what felt like hours but was probably minutes.


    Eventually I accept reality for what it is and start contemplating the power I would get.


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    *I¡¯ve never truly had a Love for anything really, so why don''t i just pick that? It might even fill that empty feeling inside me*


    Eventually i write down


    A Love for something as strong as Rodney Mullens love for skating.


    Oooohhhhh, well, I didn¡¯t expect that.


    ¡­..you know what, i think i will give you another 2 wishes, be sure to specify What that love is by the way.


    Spearmanship


    Basic Spearmanship skills and a solid well made unadorned spear.


    Heheheh, good luck surviving with that, remember I''ll be watching.


    As soon as I read the last sentence it ripped apart into a wormhole dragging me into it and flinging me onto the grass as I got up and noticed that i''m holding a spear in a vice grip strong enough that my knuckles whitened.


    I look up and see a huge lion as big as a human, rolling to the left I barely dodge its leap.


    I leapt to my feet as i saw it land and crack the earth beneath, I barely have time to bring up my spear before it was flying through the air att neck breaking speeds going right through my spear as it flew towards and slumped on me


    ¡®¡¯Hahh, Hahh, What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck¡¯¡¯


    A minute or two later i get up and look around trying to figure out my bizarre and strange situation


    ¡®¡¯Heh, for fucks sake¡¯¡¯


    Strange, impossible things like these teach you how strange reality can truly be¡­ Reality is stranger than fiction afterall

 Chapter 2: At the very least im not bored

    I stand up and start stabbing with my spear. It just feels wrong, so I try flicking my wrist while stabbing, it feels better but that¡¯s not it. I use my shoulders then I start using my hips and then I start using my legs and then I compile them all together.


    yes, Yes, YES YES YES, that¡¯s it that was exactly what i was looking for haaa, haaaa


    panting more than bulldog i notice that its quite dark out.


    ¡®¡¯Oh, its night¡¯¡¯


    I force my body to power through the aches and try climbing up a tree, I first throw my spear at the tree missing it by a long shot, the second went a bit better, and I finally through luck hit the third and it stuck.


    Climbing up a tree dead tired without prior training is Fucking hard, trying not to collapse afterwards was impossible i notice slowly losing consciousness.


    I awake to an ache I¡¯ve never felt before, It was accompanied by incredible stiffness


    jesus, i can¡¯t just train like that without stretching or even warming up, what was it thinking?


    I start stretching trying to release some of the tension in my muscles, having stretched I realise that I didn''t feel the pain of torn muscles or ligaments that should have been spreading pain through my whole body.


    Is it some type of healing factor?


    I decide to use my spear to cut a scratch on my forearm


    Seeing as it isn''t healing at an extraordinarily fast rate I don''t really think it''s a healing factor, but perhaps there¡¯s some type of mutation in my body that enables for correct and fast healing?, No that doesn''t sound plausible either


    whatever, I¡¯ll just take it as it comes


    Standing up I grab my spear and begin walking over to a few trees and examine them for plausible fungi food sources.


    While searching I see a deer the size of a horse come across me, I ready my spear prepared for a fight in case it chooses to fight.


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    It luckily ran away for whatever reason.


    I can just hunt can''t i?, i have a spear afterall


    I go to a nearby tree and cut off a few thick looking branches making sure to check them for rot and use my spear tip to carve a sharp point.


    I grab one of my new wooden spears and hurl it like a javelin as hard as I can, missing my target by at least 5 meters.


    this will be hard as hell won¡¯t it?


    I succeed in crafting 7 spears before the sun starts lowering signaling the stop for my woodworking for today.


    I grab all the spears and lean them on my shoulder marching off into the forest searching for prey.


    After a few minutes with it now being darker than comfortable i see what looks like a lion the size of a small truck. I immediately plant as many spears into the ground as I can leaning towards the lion as it rushes towards me crossing dozens of meters within a few seconds.


    I drop the remaining 3 wooden spears and grab my metal spear stabbing forward as soon as it¡¯s about to reach my range hitting in the stomach burying my spear.


    It flies into the spears impaling it and trapping it, it dies a few seconds after moaning and twitching in pain.


    I dragged it away and realised that I needed to start a fire.


    I left some of my wooden spears behind but luckily i kept 2 so i grab the first one and lay it on the ground. I then pin it down with my feet after which I put the second one on top of it and start spinning the second spear as fast as I can trying to ignite wood.


    After a while I realised that it wasn''t going to work so I grabbed some dry grass and placed it where I was spinning my second spear and I redo it this time with a bit more success. After an hour I finally succeeded in getting a fire started.


    I grab the lion cut it up with my spear and grab the horribly butchered lion meat and place it through the second spears tip after which I start grilling the meat on the fire.


    Having eaten enough for the day I put out the fire, grab my spear and climb up the tree trying to figure out if I was shivering from the fear of the battle, the adrenaline rush or if it¡¯s the cold.