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

The waterskin felt heavy in my hands.

I uncorked it and sniffed cautiously.

Fresh water.

For a brief moment, I hesitated.

What if it was poisoned? What if she was playing some kind of twisted game with me?

But my throat was dry, my body screaming for relief.

I didn't have the luxury of doubt.

I tilted the waterskin and took a deep gulp.

The cool liquid rushed down my throat, easing the burning pain in my chest.

It wasn't just refreshing—it was life-saving.

I drank until the last drop was gone.

Then, I wiped my mouth and lowered the empty flask, my mind spinning with questions.

Who Was She?

I scanned the jungle, but she was gone.

She had appeared like a ghost—and disappeared just as silently.

Who was she?

A native of this island? A survivor, like me?

And more importantly—why did she help me?

No one on this sea did anything for free.

Was she testing me? Observing me?

Or was she simply amused at the sight of a weak outsider struggling to survive?

I clenched my fists.

I hated not knowing.

A Place to Rest

I forced myself to move, even though every step was painful.

The battle had left me drained, my wounds aching with every breath.

I needed shelter. A place to rest, even for a short while.

The jungle was dense, the towering trees swallowing the moonlight above.

The ground was uneven, covered in thick roots and damp soil.

After what felt like an eternity, I found a hollowed-out tree trunk.

It was large enough to crawl inside. Dark, but dry.

Not the safest shelter—but better than nothing.

I climbed inside, letting my back rest against the rough bark.

For the first time in hours, my body stopped moving.

And exhaustion crashed over me like a tidal wave.

I closed my eyes.

Just a few minutes.

Just long enough to regain some strength.

A Midnight Visitor

I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep.

Minutes? Hours?

But something woke me.

A presence.

My instincts screamed at me.

I opened my eyes—and nearly jumped.

The jungle girl was crouched at the entrance of my shelter.

Her yellow eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

She was watching me.

Not with hostility.

Not with kindness, either.

Just… observing.

Like a predator studying an unfamiliar animal.

In her hands, she held a small bundle.

Before I could speak, she tossed it toward me.

It landed beside me with a soft thud.

I hesitated, but she simply said—

"Eat."

Then, before I could respond, she vanished.

Leaving me alone.

With nothing but more questions.