Robert Vlaho
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[1% LIFESTEAL] Chapter 104 - Hike
🕑 Added 2024-08-09 18:03:01 +0000 UTCFreddy knew that crossing the Northern Spine mountain range would be a challenge.
But boy did he underestimate it.
Before he even set off on his journey, he got some clothing more appropriate for the weather and filled whatever space there was in his dimension ring with bottles of oil. Oil was both the densest in terms of calories and the cheapest source of food, allowing him to stockpile enough calories to last him over a month.
There was no way for him to possibly run out.
Right?
The human mind was terrible at judging scale past a certain point. Obviously, the mountain range was quite far, but how far could it possibly be? A day of walking, maybe two?
It took him 24 days of hiking just to reach the base of the mountain range.
During just those 24 days, he experienced so much suffering that, by the end, he was plagued by constant thoughts of giving up and turning around.
He thought he knew what it meant to be pushed mentally and physically. He had been woefully ignorant of just how much worse it could get.
First, eating nothing but oil was a terrible idea; his talent couldn’t heal the explosive diarrhea out of him. At one point, he started snacking on tree bark to give at least some solidity to his stool. Some solidity he got, as well as a week of constipated agony that nearly made him physically tear the solid chunk of wood out of his stomach.
While he had spectacularly misjudged the distance, that wasn’t the only reason his journey took so long. The real issue was the snow, which ranged from knee-high at the shallowest to deep enough to fully sink into.
Adding his incredible weight to the equation only made the situation worse.
He had expected to run into animals, but that only happened once when surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. He took care of them quickly enough.
It was so damn hard to catch even a blink of sleep. The wind knocked him out of tall trees, and he would wake up buried in the snow if he tried sleeping on the ground. The despair drove him to get desperate, and eventually, he figured out somewhat of a solution. If he caved out a small space in the deeper parts of the snow, where it was packed enough to keep its shape, he could stay relatively warm and catch some rest.
But this wasn’t a perfect solution.
Around two weeks in, an extreme rainstorm struck, and he woke up with a flood of freezing water washing over him. His talent couldn’t heal the cold away. Not even his undeath could save him if he was frozen solid. His brain would be destroyed by the formation of ice crystals.
Needless to say, having to suddenly do panicked jumping jacks in the dead of night in the slushy snow while frigid rain bathed him—just to stay warm enough not to die—didn’t do any favors to his mental state.
Just when he thought nothing else could catch him off guard, something utterly bizarre happened—he suddenly grew a full beard.
It was impossible to describe his confusion once he first noticed the layer of thick stubble. What the fuck could possibly cause that!? He wasn’t a hairy guy. Not even his private area was all that bushy. Suddenly finding himself growing not only a beard but thick hair all across his body was a surprise, to say the least.
Did he pass some sort of sharp threshold in biological age? Did the cold do this somehow? Did his new face alter his psychological state so much it was reflecting on his body? Maybe a late reaction to Vitality’s influence?
Eventually, after much pondering, he believed he knew what was causing this—it was the Adaptive Water Body technique.
Adaptive Water Body worked in mysterious ways. Its effect was mild but broad. It could help him adapt to new circumstances by affecting the way water moved in his body, and because it helped with the cold, he used it liberally. It likely transported extra nutrients to his hair follicles to help him cope with the intense cold.
He always wanted some facial hair, so he didn’t mind the beard, but the rest of it? He was becoming one bushy motherfucker. Especially down there.
Throughout his path to the mountain, his food reserves were rapidly dwindling. He had vastly underestimated the number of calories he would be spending.
When he finally found himself standing at the foot of the mountain 24 days in, he had already used 80% of the oil.
He would have to hunt for food from that point. Thankfully, some animals were around, mostly winter birds, that he felt relatively confident catching. It would be great practice for his latent Hydraulic Throw.
While he missed more times than he’d like to admit, he eventually caught a giant eagle. Thankfully, he had a lighter, so he could at least cook his food. It was still pure ass, gamy, and tough as leather, but it kept him going.
With his willpower at its limits, he decided to spend a few days in a nearby cave just to relax and let himself rest. His talent kept him physically well, but it could only do so much for his mental state. He kept hunting and drying meat to stock up on food during this time.
He had no idea whether he was drying it properly, but even if it went bad in his ring, he wasn’t going to die of food poisoning.
It didn’t take long for him to continue his journey. Looking up from the mountain's base, it was tough to estimate how far up he’d have to climb. It didn’t seem that bad, but he knew better than to expect it to be easy.
Yet still, his journey up was more hellish than expected.
First, going uphill was obviously more complex. The further up he went, the more the slopes turned into sheer cliffs, which were, to add insult to injury, glazed over with a sheet of solid ice, likely from the recent rainfall. He tried avoiding the cliffs and going up the slopes instead.
Terrible idea.
The first avalanche he got caught in nearly ended him right then and there. Banged up and buried under tons of snow that had formed into a roughly solid ice sheet above him, he had to rely on his superior strength and makeshift tools of blood to pull himself out, and it still took him nearly half a day of digging to make it back to the surface.
On his second attempt, he went up the cliffs.
Terrible idea.
The sheet of ice made the climb miserable, and his makeshift blood tools kept breaking. His first dozen attempts all ended in him tumbling down a sharp decline, falls he could only survive due to his impressive resilience. But even then, he didn’t come out the other end without broken bones.
He had been under the impression that the imperial army would be his biggest problem. Little did he know, the army had no reason to scout the mountains. They were, all on their own, more than enough to stop people from going back and forth.
But Freddy wasn’t just anyone.
Every time he caught a glimpse of himself in the fragile ice, he felt his resolve thicken. It was incredible how much of an impact a superficial change in appearance could make on his mental strength.
He was a man.
And he felt like a man, more than ever before.
And just like a man, he would suppress all the bad emotions and push through what was probably unnecessary suffering because his pride was too inflated to look for alternatives.
He kept climbing and falling. Eventually, he got good enough to climb more than he fell.
A week in, the second avalanche he was caught in pretty much wholly reset his progress, and yet again, he wasted hours digging himself out. But he got back up and kept going.
More time passed. The winter was getting harsher.
Sleeping on the mountain's slopes was even more challenging than in the forest. But the more time he spent there, the more resourceful he got.
After two more weeks of climbing, he was around halfway up the mountain. Another two weeks later, he was close to the peak. The air was getting thinner. Breathing was becoming more difficult. But he kept going.
On some days, the snow and clouds prevented him from seeing more than a few hundred meters, but on others, the sky cleared, and he could see the endless expanse around him.
Few people really understood what it meant for the planet to be so massive. Getting up on a high vantage point meant that Freddy could see all the way to Nova York—even far out into the ocean. Everything got kinda blue after a while, and it was hard telling features apart; still, a miracle to behold.
Places where it was sunny, places where it was cloudy. Settlements so tiny they barely stood out from the never-ending wilderness around them. Mountains so tall they made even the one he was currently climbing seem pathetic in comparison.
He was running low on food, but he hoped that going down would be far faster once he was over the peak.
One small problem, though—going over the peak was practically impossible.
At first glance, there seemed to be so many obvious paths he could take to get to the other side. So many places looked like valleys from a distance, but up close, there was always a steep bridge no matter where he went. And he always encountered the same problem—the wind licking across the very peaks of the mountain range was impossible to overcome.
The speeds at which it was blowing were so dreadful that he simply couldn’t remain attached to the surface, no matter how hard he tried. And it couldn’t blow him across to the other side because the wind couldn’t carry him. It just detached him from the stone and sent him tumbling down.
There were a few areas that really looked like it should be easy peasy, but nope. It just never was. And this wasn’t due to a lack of strength, either. He could hold on to the stone—the stone just couldn’t hold on to the rest of the mountain. He tried waiting for the wind to stop, but it just wouldn’t, almost as if there was a constant stream that specifically moved across the top of the mountain range.
At some points, it almost felt like the entire Northern Spine was deliberately designed to be as impassable as possible, which might very well be the case.
But it seemed like it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. There should be a simple way he wasn’t thinking of. Just another day of waiting, and a solution would reveal itself.
But no solution came.
This high up, there were no animals to hunt. There were no plants to forage. He was running out of food.
As he walked along the edge of greatness, despair settled in his heart. The mirage of salvation was all too vivid for him to come to terms with the final obstacle.
Just when he thought he had no choice but to turn around, a miracle appeared.
He found a passage.
Not over the mountain, but into the interspace.
There was one somewhat insane idea he could try. There was just a small problem with it—failure meant death.
Still, with all the resolve he could muster, he delved into the wild passage. Thankfully, it was filled with relatively weak monsters. The mountain range was an ether desert, with very few passages to be found, and the realms those passages took to weren’t all that rich in ether, either.
After slaughtering a whole army of tiny, sheep-like monsters, he collected a decent pool of blood.
Then, he returned outside and used Blood Sacrifice.
A giant Bloodshed appeared on the peak of the mountain. It picked Freddy up and raised him high.
A short, incredibly turbulent flight later, he was on the other side.
While he was tempted to breathe a sigh of relief, he was out of food, and from a cursory glance, the nearest settlement was nowhere near the base of the mountain.
Thankfully for him, it was much easier to tumble down the side of a mountain than it was to climb up.
By the day's end, he was eating wolf meat at the base.
After another two weeks, which felt like a vacation compared to what he had gone through before, he finally saw an asphalt road.
He immediately fell to his knees and broke down. He hadn’t been keeping an exact track of days, but that had taken ages to finish, roughly around 3 months.
3 fucking months. He thought it would take days.
Now that he was so close to civilization, he finally allowed himself to relax a bit. Soon enough, it would all be over.
But actually, it took him another week of walking to get to the closest settlement. Throughout that time, not even a single vehicle passed the road he was on, which likely meant this was a path that took through the border, which he now guessed had to go through a tunnel or something.
The road at least spared him trekking through snow.
After finally reaching a settlement, he was relieved but also somewhat perturbed. He got a peek into the town from a nearby forest, and what he saw shocked him.
The streets were relatively well maintained. The buildings looked new and clean. There were kids with backpacks walking around.
For a long moment, he thought he might have accidentally swapped directions and gone the wrong way, but that was impossible.
This place looked so ordinary. He didn’t know what he expected, but kids going to school wasn’t high on the list. From the rumors, he expected to enter a lawless zone of rampant banditry, but the stories were likely more than a little exaggerated. And that made sense.
People had been living here for a long time; just because there was a lot of crime, that didn’t mean that it was a freakin’ anarchy.
And that posed a problem.
His clothes were in absolute tatters. Holes and tears were present in every article, and wire made of his own blood was the only thing keeping it all together. He smelled like shit. Add the messy beard and long hair, and he looked like an absolute hobo.
He had a change of clothes in the storage ring. It was the jeans and white T-shirt. He had no shampoo, but he could create some water and wash the gunk off his body.
So he did that. He was about to throw the tattered clothes away, but his little skeleton companion interrupted him.
“Don’t throw the clothes away,” Bloodshed said.
“Huh? Why not?”
“Check in the Netherecho.”
With a raised eyebrow, Freddy complied. What he saw there shocked him.
His clothes had turned into a bona fide cursed item. He hadn’t noticed it, so the effect wasn’t obvious.
“Holy shit,” he said as he chuckled. “At least I got something for all that work. Thanks for telling me, chief, I’d have never thought to look.”
“I live to serve you, Master.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a chuckle. “I love you too.”
While his hair and beard were still messy, he could only make them look worse by cutting them himself. He looked clean enough.
With a final look at himself on a polished ice surface, he scoffed. Hairy, bulky, and honestly scary.
What a different person he had become.
Comments
Robert Blaise
Bah, I'm dumb. I was supposed to write that their flesh was stinky but I forgot. Thanks for spotting that
atgongumerki
so why exactly did he not take any of that sheep meat? he should have had at least a few seconds to spare to throw some legs into his storage, no?
Robert Blaise
And thank you, I really appreciate it!
Robert Blaise
Damn, glad to have... ruined reading for you? 🤣
joshua milllett
I agree, Robert you have set a new standard for quality books. I was reading another book after closing in on finishing book 2 and had to stop as I kept comparing them to yours. It just wasn't the same. Now I think if it isn't as good as 1% Lifesteal I can't read it. Thank you for the chapter!!
Robert Blaise
I really appreciate it. I put extra effort on fleshing out the society, but I think I can do a lot better :D. I feel like it really makes the world pop and puts a lot of Freddy's actions into context, you know?
Logan
Thanks for the chapter, really like 1% lifesteal, probably one of my favourite worldviews and power systems among web novels I’ve read.
Robert Blaise
Maybe :)
Robert Blaise
:D
Robert Blaise
One at a time, but swapping them out isn't hard or anything.
Robert Blaise
And it was full of oil :D
Dembed
The wonders of cultivation, he turned Macho and hairy. Wonder if he just gonna shed that body bush when he is back in hot climate
Jamison Schneider
I think you can only have one connected to you at a time? Either that or he's stupid.
Jamison Schneider
And just like a man, he would suppress all the bad emotions and push through what was probably unnecessary suffering because his pride was too inflated to look for alternatives. Gold 🤣
Lyncher98
Tftc
Alex
He has multiple dimensional rings though. At least a couple
