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Chapter 5: Fields of Bone
I stared at the little white spider in front of me.
Then at our pitiful stockpile of food.
> "Guess fishing won't be enough anymore."
There were more hands now—well, more corpses—and I needed a stable food supply.
The spider was trying to nibble on a fish almost twice its size.
It struggled uselessly.
I stepped closer, drawing my knife.
The little thing backed away in fear.
> "Hey, hey… Don't be scared."
I sliced the fish into pieces and tossed one toward it.
It hesitated, then skittered forward and nibbled carefully.
> "Maybe I should give you a name…"
Its soft white fur gleamed under the light.
Something about it felt... oddly comforting.
> "Alright then. You'll be White."
At the sound of the name, the spider jumped slightly—almost like it understood.
A system prompt appeared.
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[Name: White]
[Status: Pet]
[Skills: Control, Obedient]
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> "Huh... You're not bad, kid."
I reached down to pet it—
It bit me.
> "Ow—Damn it!"
...Guess it still needed some training.
But food came first.
I stepped outside.
The villagers were gathered, whispering about something.
I ignored them and dug a pit to build a proper infinite water source nearby.
One young man approached hesitantly.
> "W-What are you doing, sir?"
> "I'm starting a farm," I replied simply.
His eyes widened like I had spoken blasphemy.
Of course—they'd survived this long by eating people.
> "You really want to… grow food?"
> "If I had bones, it'd go faster."
He blinked.
An old man stepped forward silently, returning moments later with a cloth bundle.
He unwrapped it.
Inside—bones. Covered in dust.
Old. Human.
> "These... are yours now."
Others followed, bringing their own offerings of bone.
They didn't ask where I got the knowledge.
They didn't dare.
I crushed the bones into powder—bone meal.
They gasped.
> "Was that… magic?"
I didn't respond.
Opened the system, traded some scraps for wheat seeds, and began planting.
Sprinkle bone meal.
Watch the wheat grow—tall, golden, instant.
The crowd gasped.
Then silence.
Then cheers.
Tears.
Whispers of something they hadn't felt in years: hope.
I didn't care about their emotions.
> "You," I said to the boy. "Come here. I'll teach you how to plant."
He stepped forward slowly.
Not in fear.
But in awe.
The field of bones had begun to bloom.
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