Luke stood beneath a tree, resting as he gathered his thoughts.
His gaze remained fixed on the ground while he reviewed his inventory.
[Inventory:
Tissue Paper Box: 3
Electric Fence: 1
Mosquito Repellent: 3
Snack Bar: 10
Metal Ladder: 1
Pepper Spray: 1
Rope: 20 meters
Wired Spikes: 1
Gray Shell: 1
Magma Tooth: 1
Steel Claws: 1
Camouflaging Cloak: 1
War Drums: 1
Mid-Rank Healing Potions: 3
Low-Rank Healing Potions: 10]
He was prepared, for the most part. The healing potions were ready, and the mid-rank variants were potent enough to regrow a severed arm. Their regenerative power far surpassed that of the low-rank versions.
The latest addition to his arsenal also left him feeling considerably more confident.
Drawing in a slow breath, he turned his thoughts toward the system.
'Am I rushing this? Maybe I should give it more time?'
