Gaining Trust:

Suddenly, as I was putting out the fire, I once again heard a voice that I had almost forgotten.

"Congratulations host, despite your terrible time management skills you actually managed to do something good for once :D"

'... Long time no see, I almost forgot you existed'

"No need to worry host, I will never go away no matter what happens, so even if you forget me, it would only be a matter of time until I made you remember :D"

'... Could you just tell me why you are even here right now, did you just get bored of waiting around?'

"Incorrect host, I am actually here to give you RP, did you happen to forget?"

'Right, that… Could you just tell me how much RP I receive?'

"Well host, you just helped 6 starving nomads who got separated from their tribe two days ago by giving the food, and you also let them taste cooked food for the first time in their lives"

'So I got 60 Rp… right?'

"That would be correct host, look at you, you managed to not forget everything while doing nothing for an entire month, aren't miracles the best :D"

'...Didn't you say that you were supposed to be some kind of therapist or something?'

"While I do not see what that has to do with anything host, I would still like to clarify that although it is my job to prevent you from going completely insane, that does not mean that I have to do any more than that :D"

'... Very well, in that case… thanks for the RP'

"No problem host, just try to be a little less of a disappointment to everyone and actually get things done, alright? :D"

'...Sure....thing"

I was almost not able to hold myself back and start cursing out loud, although the system liked to feign ignorance it knew what it was doing. Plus, I couldn't risk going into a fit of anger, I had barely just gained a tiny amount of trust from the nomads, and I didn't want to risk scaring them off, especially right after I gave them all the food I had.

I was of course still starving, and the nomads also seemed to still be hungry, so I decided to go on another hunt, it was still the middle of the day after all (1:36 pm), and it would probably be easier and safer to find food if we all went in a group, before we did though, I had to make everyone hammers.

For one, hammers were easy and quick to make, secondly, since the nomads were only used to throwing and hitting things, a hammer was the weapon best suited for them, at first they were confused as they stared at me as I built the hammers, and even more confused when I handed the hammers to them.

It was like they were still little children, just learning about the world, thankfully as they had already grown up, they were already able to do basic reasoning, so all I had to do to show them how to use a hammer was to grab one of the stones they used as a weapon and throw it at a tree branch showing how little damage it did, followed by hitting said branch again with the hammer.

They were amazed at how much more effective the hammer was, and began trying their hammers out by bashing them against a tree nearby, I just waited for them to be done which I only expected to take a couple of minutes, to my surprise though, I heard a loud thud as the ground shook slightly.

In a hurry I ran over to where they were to make sure that they were still ok, which they all thankfully were, apparently, they had been hitting the tree with so much force that they ended up 'chopping' the base until the tree just gave in, it was then that I remembered their unbelievable strength.

After all, they were beings that spent their entire lives hunting and constantly moving around, it was no wonder why they were so strong, they spent almost all of their time exercising. But while I was worried about making sure that everyone was ok, the nomads were just celebrating their accomplishment, apparently proud that they did what they believed to be unthinkable.

After getting everyone to calm down, we set out into the wilderness in search of Suri bugs down south as I didn't want to risk encountering the puma pride up north, and although it was a little tiring to make sure nobody got separated from the group, we were able to get a decent amount of Suri bugs to bring back to the fireplace (we put them in a line before tabbing them with a stick to increase our carrying capacity.

We managed to get lucky and not encounter any predators on our way back, and we actually managed to have a pretty smooth trip with no setbacks. Once we got to the campfire all that was left was to once again start a fire, and begin cooking dinner, which was surprisingly easy as we already had the Suri on sticks.

Although I was sure that the nomads would have no problem eating the Suri raw, I stopped them from doing so in order to let the Suri cook. At first, the nomads were mad at me but eventually stopped trying to get to the Suri when they saw it start to change and release the smell of cooked meat they had already fallen in love with.

As soon as the Suri was a golden-ish color, I turned off the fire and handed everyone their sticks making sure that they held onto the part that was not heated up too much by the fire. Before I could teach them how to cool off the meat before eating it though, I heard a scream followed by a nomad running to the river.

After getting everyone to calm down, I was finally able to teach them how to cool off their food before eating it, as I saw them enjoying their food and no longer look like they were on the way to die from starvation, I felt a feeling of accomplishment, and happiness, I wondered if this was what parents felt like.

'I just hope I'll be able to do a better job than my old man…'