"Haa..."
Noah lay sprawled across a huge rock, staring blankly at the sky above.
He looked absolutely miserable.
His clothes were torn and tattered, with scratches, cuts, and small wounds scattered across his body. Dried mud covered parts of his face, while dust clung to his hair and clothes.
He hadn't taken a proper bath in the last four days.
"...I'm done with this nonsense survival training."
He muttered lifelessly while continuing to stare at the sky.
The last sixteen days had been far more dangerous than the first five.
And for seven straight days, Noah had either been fighting or running for his life.
Sometimes, he genuinely felt that fighting monsters was the easier option compared to dealing with those strange plants.
Those things had tortured him in ways he didn't even want to remember.
One had sprayed something that made his entire body itch for hours.
Another had nearly swallowed him whole.
Noah shuddered.
'Let's not remember those.'
