Life inevitably continued, and Haniel had to struggle to build her life with even more effort than she had in her previous life.

“My home.”

Her eyes momentarily lit up as she looked back at her house.

The one consolation in this barren place was her territory and home.

Haniel’s property promised by the game system!

There were surprisingly many dangerous things in this forest.

Of course, if they were living creatures, they would inevitably develop a liking for Haniel, so they weren’t that dangerous, but if they weren’t living creatures, that was a different story.

Natural disasters, terrain, strange poisonous fog blowing from who knows where. What effectively neutralized these was precisely Haniel’s territory.

The forest clearing where she had been standing when she first arrived in this world. As far as Haniel could tell, her territory referred to a space of about 5,000 pyeong (about 16,500 square meters) centered around that spot.

If you ask why it’s just an estimate, it’s because she doesn’t have a watch to see a map or access the internet.

However, when approaching the boundary, there were points where the ground or air strangely sparkled, and those were the boundaries of Haniel’s territory.

If she passed through them and went outside, the forest quickly became dangerous and eerily creepy.

There were areas where trees or animals became abnormally large, and zones where they transformed into unimaginably bizarre, distorted forms.

In such places, even ordinary water looked threatening as if it would devour Haniel, and despite having game-like status windows and skills, she trembled and returned.

To her reliable home that protected her. Back to the vicinity of her territory, where she always safely gathered and farmed.

Anyway, over the two years, her life in this world was generally being maintained in and around that area, modest but dynamic.

Still lonely, without friends, lovers, or even pets.

‘This is a scam.’

“…Ah, it’s Carine herb.”

Discovering herbs blooming around the valley, Haniel quickly bent down and plucked the flower.

‘I should make a potion.’

Potion. It was an elixir that Haniel, who could use game-like skills as the name suggests, often made.

The thing that helped her most in surviving this lonely world was, though she really hated to admit it, the “ability to be loved.”

And second was this view and status window that seemed to be mixed with a virtual reality game system.

It was definitely reality, but it gave her the strange feeling of playing a game.

Moreover, this status window that strangely seemed to help Haniel was growing along with her as she built her strength in this place.

At first, it was just:

But now the status window showed…

‘Even encouragement?’

It had become this detailed.

In any case, she was utilizing this ability 300% to make her life here as prosperous as possible.

With her whole body!

‘Ultimate pickaxe strike!’

“I’m short on firewood. I was just about to repair my gathering tools, too. Logging!”

“Appraise!”

Ding!

“…This again.”

Self-made.

Self-sufficient!

Now Haniel was playing a survival game… no, actually surviving in reality.

Of course, being cautious by nature, she rarely ventured far outside the fence after learning how dangerous the surrounding environment was. As a result, she couldn’t really improve her “combat” skill…

But she had honed other abilities endlessly and was now at a master level.

Thus, like a hamster stuffing food into its cheek pouches, or a squirrel storing acorns in its nest, Haniel’s territory grew wealthier day by day with the resources she collected.

At first, she slept in a hastily built hut on the clearing, but using the construction skills the status window taught her, she built a fairly decent house that now looked quite like a palace.

The pretty and practical clothes she wore were also made by herself using gathering and crafting skills.

All of these were results that were hard to believe one person achieved alone from scratch in just 2 years… like mysteries of humanity.

But even with her now relatively abundant life, Haniel couldn’t be satisfied.

‘…I’m so lonelyyyy.’

How lonely it is to have no one to talk to.

Being loved by living beings, excluding humans… since there were no humans here, that meant all living beings. It wasn’t bad being loved by these animals with not-so-high intelligence.

But they couldn’t give Haniel the kind of love she wanted.

The problem of loneliness.

As time passed, it felt like only a cold wind was blowing through her empty heart.

Wondering if it was a problem of unfulfilled desires, she made a wooden d*ldo with her manufacturing ability about a year ago… of course, she still used it very well, but that wasn’t the issue.

The fact that there was no one to exchange words and emotions with, no one to rub flesh against.

‘If only there were animals like dogs from Earth… or even cats…’

The small birds that sat on her hand and rubbed their heads, the furry animals that lingered at the entrance of her path just to receive one stroke from Haniel, were indeed very lovable, but they didn’t eliminate her loneliness.

She had thought about going outside the fence and continuing to wander around. After trembling at the sight of traces of battles between enormous monsters whose identities she couldn’t even guess, instead of turning back, she wondered if she might see people if she went further with a “maybe” in her heart.

‘But I’ve already tried that several times…’

The further she got from home with such thoughts, the more treacherous her surroundings became, as if trying to show off that this was indeed another world.

So after trying repeatedly, she no longer went far.

Because she knew there were no people.

Therefore, this place was essentially a comfortable prison.

A lonely prison slowly suffocating Haniel.

Lying on the soft bed she made herself, trying to fall asleep, she suddenly thought she might disappear, crushed by this vast land and nature.

The thought that no one would know even if she screamed.

Like the sound of wind blowing through the forest, like the sound of a stream, Haniel’s dying screams would just be another everyday sound in nature.

And as always, the system’s words would not be wrong.

Haniel is the only human existing in this world.

She was alone.

And she would be alone forever.

“…D*mn it.”

Haniel’s face turned into a tearful expression.

Suddenly, I got depressed.

Suddenly got depressed!

Feeling her eyes reddening, Haniel shook the dirt off her hands and pressed her eyes tightly.

Would it have been better if there had been even one dog hostile to her? A mutt that would bark loudly and bite her hand, a relationship that would eventually become indifferent…

It had only been 2 years. What should she do? Such weak thoughts…

‘What do you mean, what to do? Tie your hair properly and check the fence!’

…crossed her mind, but such thoughts were utterly useless.

“Right, let’s clean up the logging site. The main purpose of coming out here today should be accomplished before getting sentimental.”

Haniel composed herself.

She properly tied up her pink hair with a hair tie and rolled up her sleeves.

‘Logically, with pink hair and golden eyes, isn’t that exactly romance fantasy material? But I ended up in a completely unexpected place, just catching salmon.’

More complaints were about to emerge, but that was enough.

She had a lot to do.

On her back hung a bag containing materials gathered throughout the day and tools for organizing branches.

“I already checked that side recently, so today I’ll look at this side.”

Haniel gripped an axe in one hand.

No matter how much every living being here had a liking for Haniel, there was no harm in being careful.

‘Absolutely protect my home!’

Besides, just as the status window had dumped her in this vast nature without a single person, as if playing a trick on her, there might be other loopholes or unexpected side effects of the “constitution that is loved.”

There might be beings that don’t respond to her constitution… things that seemed like living beings but turned out not to be alive.

Since there’s a fantasy feeling, there might be things like skeletons or zombies commonly seen in games!

Haniel nodded firmly, full of determination to protect “her home” even though she had virtually no combat skills.

Of course, probably like until now, there wouldn’t be anything unusual.

As Haniel cleared away the twigs covering the seedlings at the logging site and tidied up the surroundings, her vigilance gradually relaxed as time passed.