I am in legacies

It's been a month since Jacob left his peaceful hideout. In this time, he embraced the lifestyle of this new world, he easily became a part of this strange world. He explored the forest, getting to know its ins and outs and since the forest wasn't that huge, Wandering through the forest became like second nature to him. As days passed, he found himself at the edge of the woods, unveiling a charming little village.

The village, a haven on the outskirts of the forest, welcomed Jacob sporadically. His impressive abilities in medicine craft became a boon to the villagers, earning him not just their gratitude but also a modest income, new clothes, and proper food.

As days turned into weeks, Jacob refined his hunting and fighting skills. with his analytical prowess, honed by years of technological know-how from his previous life, proved a formidable asset. His hunting and combat skills improved alongside rigorous physical training, unlocking a new feature—enhanced physical abilities. Reflecting on his progress, he checked his status:

[Name: Jacob Welton (warlock)]

[Age: 14 years]

[Race: Human (half-witch)]

[Physique: Level 1 (1.5 times stronger than a normal human adult)

[Abilities: Magic (activated), super analysis

[Developed skills: Mana (not started), hunting level 2, fighting level 1, cooking level 1, medicine craft level 2, herbs identification level 2, strong immune system body level 1]

In the quiet solitude of the forest, Jacob contemplated the peculiar twists of fate that had become his reality. A fleeting smirk adorned his face as he pondered, "So I'm currently 1.5 stronger than a normal adult, not bad for a 13 year ol-.." he paused as he noticed something on the interface

" What th- why is my age 14 now?!" The abrupt revelation interrupted his moment of self-congratulation, leaving him bewildered.

It dawned on him that his birthday had quietly slipped by just two days ago. However, in the midst of him struggling to improve his survival skills and dealing with the consequences of his actions, there was no time for self-celebration or reflection.

"My birthday, huh," he murmured, a bit of sadness coloring his words. His born-day went unnoticed. In this world, there were no friends to celebrate with, no friends to play pranks on him or share jokes and create memories with. His presence felt insignificant in this unfamiliar world.

A sense of melancholy swept over Jacob, and within him, a storm brewed, inviting a surge of negative emotions. Anger, frustration, and a deep-rooted hate for the unknown cause of his mind's transmigration welled up. Simultaneously, As his despair intensified, the weather around him mirrored the turmoil of emotion he was feeling. gusts of strong winds blew, disrupted the sunny, serene warmth, plunging the surroundings into a chilly silence, mirroring the chaos within him.

Looking over the serene landscape—the peaceful trees, green land, and healthy soil. A surge of disgust welled up within Jacob. An overpowering urge to disrupt the calm, to destroy everything, to inflict and to force upon the world the same despair and helplessness he was feeling, consumed him.

Unbeknownst to Jacob, as he succumbed to these dark emotions, his emotional turmoil manifested in the very ground beneath him his feet. The ground cracked open, emitting tendrils of black smoke to the surrounding area. The once-vibrant greenery succumbed to an insidious decay, driving animals away and stirring a commotion that snapped Jacob back to reality. 

Seeing what was happening around him, Jacob was confused, but before he could figure out what the hell was happening, his eyes became incredibly heavy, exhaustion overcame him and he passed out, collapsed on the ground. 

Hours later, an old man with a scar, blinding his one eye, wearing a black colored robe, holding a long stick in his left hand appeared, walking slowly in a straight line. He saw Jacob's body on the ground, yet, His eyes still as calm and seasoned as that of a veteran who seemed used to this sort of occurrence. He didn't pause his ritual-like walking, still slowly walking in a straight line in line with Jacob's body, just as he was about to step on jacob's body and walk over him like some kind of a mere obstacle in the middle of the road, his feet suddenly stopped. 

He felt something, he looked down for the first time, scanning the area around him. He saw the cracked ground, the death-tainted flora—the ominous aftermath of an internal tempest. For the first time he glared at Jacob directly for a few seconds, seeing the boy's pale face, the lingering aura on his body, he sighed, picked the boy up, and as he was about to leave, he noticed a small amount of black soil and stones where Jacob's body was. His eyes widened in shock, and he bent down, picking up one of the rocks. Holding it close to his ear, he listened intently. Whispers passed by his hearing, and for the first time in a while, the old man opened his mouth and exclaimed, "Calamity stones!". Dropping Jacob, he swiftly collected the stones and soil, stashing them away in a bag. Shouldering Jacob once more, the old man continued on his way, burdened not just by the unconscious boy but by the weight of an unforeseen and mysterious destiny.

---TIME SKIP— 3 years later

Deep within the forest, shadows darted among slender trees, racing as if their lives depended on it. Leading the charge was a striking 16 to 17-year-old boy, with beautiful, magnetic eyes, his long short straight hair dancing with every step he took. Clad in black jeans and a militia vest that accentuated his godly physique, and a school bag on his back. Trailing behind him was another 17-year-old, with a slender build, short curly black hair, and green eyes held a short ancient knife in his hand.

"Hey dude, how long are we gonna keep running?" panted the boy with the knife.

"Huh?!," the boy in front furrowed his brow, glancing back.

"Yhooo… there's no 'WE' here, only 'I,' and I am gonna run till I feel safe," replied the leading boy. With that statement, he abruptly changed direction.

"What the …, are you kidding me right now" groaned the boy with the knife but still he remembered how the boy ahead performed a spell to save them so he immediately followed. 

As minutes ticked by and fatigue set in, the knife-wielding companion was on the verge of giving up. However, a shadow of something up ahead caught his attention—a root cellar. Both boys rushed inside and collapsed on the ground, catching their breath.

"Man, you sure can run" exclaimed the knife boy, as he was laying, collecting his breath 

"I know, right! I'm surprised you followed me this far and didn't collapse on the ground," replied the other boy.

"I'm surprised myself as well. So, what's your name?" asked the boy with the knife.

"I'm Jacob, Jacob Welton, and you?" inquired Jacob.

 TO BE CONTINUED.