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

The next morning arrived with a golden glow filtering through the dense jungle canopy. The warmth on my skin was a sharp contrast to the dull ache still lingering in my side.

My body was stiff, my wounds sore, but I was alive.

And that meant one thing—I had to keep moving.

The wolf sat nearby, licking its wounds with a calm efficiency. Its golden eyes flickered toward me as I slowly pushed myself up.

"Still here, huh?" I muttered, stretching my sore limbs.

The wolf huffed in response.

I took that as a yes.

With the immediate danger gone, my priorities had shifted. Food. Water. Shelter.

If I was going to survive in this world, I needed more than just luck—I needed a plan.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. "Alright," I said aloud, half to myself, half to the wolf. "First, water."

The wolf flicked an ear. Then, without hesitation, it stood up and trotted off into the trees.

I blinked. "Wait—are you serious?"

The wolf didn't stop.

For a moment, I debated staying put. But then I realized—it had brought me medicine before.

Maybe it knew where water was too.

Gritting my teeth, I forced my aching body forward, following the black-furred creature deeper into the jungle.

The trek wasn't easy.

The undergrowth was thick, vines and branches clawing at my clothes as I pushed through. My breathing grew heavy, my wound throbbed, but I kept going.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, I heard it—

The sound of running water.

Hope surged through me as I quickened my pace, breaking through the last of the foliage—

And there it was.

A clear, flowing river.

Sunlight glistened off the surface, the cool scent of fresh water filling the air. Relief crashed into me all at once.

"Thank god," I breathed.

Without wasting a second, I knelt down and scooped a handful to my lips. The cold liquid rushed down my throat, washing away the dryness.

I splashed some on my face, letting out a shaky exhale.

The wolf sat nearby, watching.

"You really know your way around, huh?" I mused.

It flicked its tail, uninterested in my praise.

I let out a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to brag."

But inside, I was grateful.

This wolf had saved my life twice now.

I glanced down at my reflection in the water.

My face was thinner, my body battered, but my eyes…

They burned with determination.

I wasn't just some lost soul anymore.

I was learning.

Surviving.

Growing.

And for the first time since arriving in this world, I truly believed—

I could make it.