Time passed and the diversity of the animals coming to kill him kept increasing. Soon Edvard lost count of not just what animals might appear, but even of how many times he had died.Each time he would be frozen by the pain of his last death and a splitting headache. Until finally he managed to move despite the pain. It was still there, just as bad as always, but knowing that he would be ripped to shreds again got him to move through it.Hearing the howl, Edvard was half glad that it was a wolf. Efficient in killing and not one to play with their food. They made death far less painful than some others, specifically the big cats. Yet even they paled in comparison compared to hyenas.It had only happened once, yet it remained firmly in Edvard's thoughts. The bastard had torn at him without bothering to kill him. Enjoying its meal without doing him the basic courtesy of killing him.Stumbling to his feet, Edvard moved with unsteady steps to a nearby tree. Do

Edvard cursed as a piercing pain shot through him from his left shoulder. Luckily the momentum from the ape brought him to the ground, Edvard using it to fall onto the ape. Causing it to shriek out in pain and let go of his shoulder.Rolling to the side, Edvard swung madly with the club in his left hand. The ape shrieking in pain as the hit landed. Not wasting any time Edvard focused on getting up and only then turning around.Finding the ape also on its feet and baring its fangs at him."Come on!" Edvard shouted, feinting with the short spear in his right. The ape jumping back to avoid the strike. "Come on!" He shouted again.Roaring, the ape suddenly charged. Edvard only barely managing to bring the spear in its path. It stopped just short of it, not seeing the coming club. With a crack, the ape flew to the side as the club fell from Edvard's arm."Fuck!" He shouted in pain, his entire left arm numb after that hit. His back and chest warmed by th

Rushing to make some distance, Edvard picked up one of his other spears, having many placed in strategic locations around his sleeping area.The orc roared in anger as it saw Edvard continuing to dodge its attacks. An act of cowardice, one which could only be atoned for through death.With little care for being unarmed, the orc rushed towards Edvard. Throwing explosive punches in a truly magnificent show of speed and strength. Edvard only barely managed to keep sight of the flurry of fists, relying more on his body's instincts than his sights.Finally, after a great deal of dodging, Edvard managed to find an opening. Ducking to the side he slid under the attack and thrust with his spear. A good hit, the entire stone blade entering the orcs side.Yet, instead of crying in pain, the orc smiled. Sending another punch which Edvard only managed to dodge by abandoning his spear which had become stuck in the orc's side."Fucking hell. What is he made of?"

Looking at the bloodied area with the now mangled bodies of what he could only think of as children. Edvard felt terrible, he felt like a monster. Images of Roland and Tracy overlapped in his mind, causing him to fall to his knees in horror.He could not bear this and in anger and despair, he shouted to the heavens. "Why!? Why must you torture me! First physical torment! And now... Have you no soul!?"He had no thought that he would receive a reply, but venting helped him at least stabilize. Yet, he kept staring at what he had done and it kept eating at him.He wished he could take the time to bury the six childlike figures, but he knew it was useless. More would come and he couldn't spare the time. Yet, as he stood up and started moving away rationale and logic did not help him feel any better.No matter what he tried he could not block the images from his mind, tormenting him each step of the way.He tried his best to focus on work, to apply the

Within the first month he already had all the tools he needed and was busy making his first treehouse. He no longer needed to rely on traps to deal with the animals as an arrow was more than enough.Edvard knew he was lacking in both strength and speed compared to the orcs and now also numbers, however, that was not all that fighting entailed. Traps took a great deal of effort to make and he now knew that they needed to at least be at a certain level to stay effective.As such, the first year he only focused on making his network of treehouses to not wast any time. Choosing to only make traps that took little time and were highly effective while he waited for the second year where the orcs would start having iron weapons.In this time he also fiddled with a few creations that might make life even easier. Guns were a bit optimistic, but repeater crossbows weren't. While he still lacked the iron for the limbs, he started carving the bolts and shaft.He also