Far From Vanilla: Modded Game Reincarnation

I closed my eyes and the panels disappeared. 

Huh, weird. 

Maybe I was seeing things from my exhaustion and hungry stomach?

I should… take a drink from the fresh-water stream before proceeding. 

Heat Stroke was very dangerous and should not be taken lightly. Always hydrate!

“Pwuah!” I gasped in relief and laid on the grass with just the stream flowing over my head. 

For some reason I was very happy. “This world really was ‘Source.’”

I closed my eyes and thought of what I had seen.

 ‘Menu’-- I thought of that word, and when I opened my eyes I saw it like I had earlier.

 Unlike the game, there were definitely details that weren’t there before and many were missing. All that there was were these...

[ Profile: Hyun / Race: Demon / Profession: None / Level: 1 ]

For starters, what’s up with ‘Race’ anyway?

Demon.

That was all that said about me.

 Aside from my sex, that was all it said. I felt my head and ruffled my black hair. I didn’t have horns, but when I ran my tongue around in my mouth I felt something.

 My canines were sharper and more pronounced than my other teeth. 

It wasn’t vampire level, but it certainly wasn’t human either.

 I wonder, does that give me special characteristics? I’m not very eager to find out though. 

Still, it was very neat. 

Now I’m wondering if anything has changed. 

"......"

My hand immediately went into my pants. Surely my ‘son’ hadn’t turned into…

Ah, no it didn’t.

Praise whatever god there is here. 

I would have gladly been reborn into literally any other world, as long I was a man.

 No offense to the women in any world of course, but from what I’ve seen from many around me, I’m glad to have a…

Wait a minute– was… it bigger??

“Ahem– I need to get my thoughts back into order.” I coughed and immediately put my hands back to my side. I needed to get back on track, specifically about my ‘profession’ 

[ Profile: Hyun / Race: Demon / Profession: None / Level: 1 ] [ Skills: None ] 

It seems as though my profile menu was activated by my thoughts and it isn’t having an effect on the world around me. It was something only I could see. Let’s test out that theory. Skill Tree. 

[ Achievement Unlocked!] [ Taking Inventory! ] [ Skill Points from ‘Monster Hunter’ has been rewarded. ] [ Skill points from ‘Taking Inventory’ has been rewarded. ]

Hm, my skill points notification was duplicated but it made sense, normally I’d be opening my inventory before killing my first monster. 

But I didn’t know about the existence of my menu then. I really did not open my inventory in the first few seconds of my playthroughs, so that’s kind of my fault. 

Anyway, I opened my eyes to a very large panel. It was mostly blank with only three circular icons around a cog-wheel. 

I think that was my face on the profile, albeit chibi or cartoon-like, something that would be a plushie or small addition on the corner of a japanese comic.

 It wasn’t labeled but I knew almost instinctively what those three icons were. Adventurer, Scholar, Civilian– those were my icon options. 

 [ Skill Points: 6 ] 

 I also had six skill points to spend and each cost two skill points each. 

I had already had a gut feeling of what I should do with my points, but I had to think about it more to be sure. 

Almost like an airplane on autopilot, I moved around the five storey tower, hatchet and knife at the ready. 

Thankfully there weren’t any more threats since the sun was already half-way down the horizon.

The first floor was filled with barrels, crates, and locked storage chests. I didn’t have the energy to check what was inside so I put off that task for tomorrow.

The second floor was also like the first floor, but it had open windows, a table with wilted sheets of paper. 

It was an office of sorts. 

They were water-damaged from the age and condition of the room. The elements were freely able to pass through after all.

The third floor was even more interesting.

It was sealed off from the third room by a heavy trapdoor. 

One would need to traverse the building using stairs that hugged the curve of the building and it was not in a continuous spiral either, it was more of a chord or semicircle. 

There was not a lot of headroom sadly. The third floor of the tower was probably the living quarters. It was by far the most insulated of the rooms, with only the second and fourth floor being the only opening to it. 

Or so I think anyway.

The fourth floor was definitely the armory. There were racks on racks of rusted weapons. Three spears, two short-swords still in their sheath, two long swords, two string-less bows, and a very dusty crossbow– that was all there was in the armory. 

This tower was a two-man station. But if that were the case, where's the other guy?

The fifth floor was just an open roof-deck. It didn’t even have a roof over the stairs. Although admittedly the weapons were on the furthest wall from the stairs, it wasn’t strange to think that the weapons would be in poor condition if left in conditions like this!

Who designed this place!?

I sat down on the third floor of the tower, because it was what seemed like the living quarters. There was a pair of simple sleeping accommodations. There was a bed cover atop a rectangular person-length sack of cotton that seemed to be the giveaway.

 This was where I was going to sleep for the night. 

I stared at the dry branch I brought along into the room. There was proper ventilation and sealed doors since I had moved some of the crates to cover the already heavy door.

Even if one were to open it, they’d be greeted by a roadblock. By one, I meant monsters.

I laid all of the weapons that were still usable in front of the stair’s trapdoor. There were only the spears whose shafts were and arm’s reach from where I was sitting. If the worst came to the worst, I would use the spears to impale the monsters to block the stairs and escape the tower using the grass rope. 

Whether or not I had enough rope and that It could support my whole weight, that was to be discovered. 

I stared at the trapdoor with unease. Would I really be able to sleep knowing that monsters could know where I was? Surely the skeleton I killed was someone that thought like that.

 I wouldn’t want to end up like him either. 

“Damn it, I guess I’m not lighting a fire tonight.” I felt a shiver run up my spine. 

Shit. I’m so glad I was reincarnated with a heavy sweater.