The Not-So-Heroic Quest for Food

After an hour of aimless wandering, Risa decided that step one of her grand adventure should be "find food before I die."

Unfortunately, food did not magically appear just because she willed it.

She found no fruit, no bread, and definitely no isekai convenience store selling instant ramen.

Just trees. Lots and lots of trees.

Her stomach rumbled aggressively. "Alright. Time for Plan B: meat."

There was just one tiny problem.

She had never hunted in her life.

"How hard can it be?" she muttered, eyeing a rabbit in the distance.

She picked up a rock, took a deep breath, and hurled it with all her might.

The rock missed by a mile.

The rabbit blinked at her in pure disappointment before casually hopping away.

Risa glared. "Oh, come on."

Determined, she tried again. And again. And again.

She threw rocks, sticks, even her own shoe at one point.

Nothing worked.

An hour later, she was sweaty, exhausted, and ready to fistfight nature itself.

“Fine,” she panted. “If throwing things won’t work, I’ll just… set a trap!”

She had no idea how to make a trap.

But, using sticks, vines, and pure desperation, she managed to assemble something that vaguely resembled a snare.

She stepped back, admiring her work.

"Okay. Now I just have to wait."

Five minutes later.

Snap.

Her trap triggered.

Risa fist-pumped the air in victory before running over—only to find she had successfully caught…

A very angry, very large squirrel.

The squirrel hissed.

Risa blinked. "Oh. Uh."

It lunged.

Cue five minutes of chaos.

By the time the battle ended, Risa was covered in scratches, the squirrel had escaped, and she was seriously questioning her life choices.

But she refused to give up.

After several more failed traps, missed throws, and deep personal regrets…

She finally—FINALLY—managed to hit a small bird with a rock.

It was the most pathetic victory in history.

Still, food was food.

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Hunting was hard.

Cooking? Even worse.

Risa quickly realized she had no idea how to start a fire.

She rubbed sticks together for what felt like an eternity.

Nothing.

She gathered dry grass and tried hitting rocks together.

Nothing.

She smacked the rocks together harder.

Nothing—

Until suddenly—SPARKS!

The grass caught fire.

Risa stared, stunned. "Oh my god. I’m a genius."

Then the flames spread way too fast.

"OH MY GOD, I’M AN IDIOT!"

She panicked, frantically kicking dirt over it until the fire was somewhat under control.

After a near-death experience with her own stupidity, she finally had a small, sad fire burning.

Now came the next challenge: cooking the bird.

She skewered it on a stick and held it over the flames.

It immediately caught fire.

Risa yelped, waving it around wildly. The bird was now charcoal.

Her stomach growled.

She sighed. "Guess I’m eating charcoal."

She took a bite.

It was the worst thing she had ever tasted.

Burnt, bitter, vaguely smoky—but also somehow raw in the middle.

Her soul left her body.

But she forced it down.

Because after all that suffering, she refused to go to bed hungry.

Risa sat alone, eating burnt sadness on a stick. She stared blankly at the fire, chewing slowly.

"...I hate this world."

(TO BE CONTINUED… if she doesn’t die from food poisoning.)

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