One piece: Without a system, I have to survive!

Water was secured. Now came the next challenge—food.

My stomach growled, a sharp reminder that I hadn't eaten anything since arriving in this world. The hunger gnawed at me, dull at first, but growing worse by the hour.

I couldn't ignore it any longer.

I glanced at the wolf, which sat near the riverbank, grooming itself. It had already shown it could hunt—but could I?

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my wooden club.

I needed to find something edible.

Tracking the Prey

The jungle was alive with movement. Birds flitted between branches, insects buzzed in the humid air, and somewhere in the distance, the faint rustle of leaves hinted at small animals moving through the undergrowth.

But I wasn't a hunter.

Back on Earth, the closest I had ever come to hunting was buying pre-packaged meat from a grocery store. Now? I had to catch something with my own hands.

The wolf trotted ahead, ears perked, nose twitching. It was tracking something.

I followed closely, stepping lightly, my senses on high alert.

Then, I saw it.

A small boar, no bigger than a medium-sized dog, rooting around near the base of a tree.

Its tusks weren't long, but they were sharp.

I swallowed hard.

I have to do this.

Gripping my club tightly, I steadied my breathing. If I could get close enough—one strong hit to the skull should be enough.

The wolf crouched beside me, muscles coiled, waiting.

I took a slow step forward.

Then—

A twig snapped beneath my foot.

The boar's head snapped up instantly.

Shit!

It let out a sharp squeal and bolted—but the wolf was faster.

With a blur of motion, the wolf lunged, cutting off its escape. The boar squealed and tried to turn—but that was my chance.

I charged forward.

Lifting my club high, I swung with every ounce of strength I had—

CRACK!

The club slammed into the boar's skull. The impact reverberated up my arms, and for a second, the creature staggered—then collapsed to the ground.

Silence.

My breath came in heavy gasps, my body shaking with adrenaline.

The boar twitched once, then went still.

I had done it.

I had hunted for the first time in my life.

The wolf sniffed the carcass before turning its golden eyes to me.

For the first time, I felt like it was truly acknowledging me.

A grin broke out on my face. "We eat tonight."

Preparing the Feast

Back at my makeshift camp, I set to work.

I had no knife, no proper tools, but I made do with sharp rocks to cut through the boar's hide. My movements were clumsy, messy—but I learned as I went.

By the time I had managed to clean the meat and start a fire, the sun had begun to set. The scent of roasting meat filled the air, making my stomach growl even louder.

I turned to the wolf, who sat across from me, watching. "You want some?"

It didn't move.

I tore off a piece of cooked meat and tossed it toward the wolf.

It sniffed it once—then, slowly, it ate.

A strange feeling settled in my chest.

For the first time since I arrived in this world, I wasn't just surviving.

I was living.

And I wasn't alone.