Not only did Lucifer have to finish setting up a shelter, he had to clear a dungeon - which worried him. They would not be easy to find. What a fucking hassle!

Right now Lucifer had around 20 branches that he had collected from around the forest. He needed more if he wanted to do anything. Kicking out the fire that he had started before he set out to find more materials. Stone in particular, as wood was flammable and could not risk his home going up in a fucking inferno.

He utilized what he had on him at the moment to lay the foundation, a proximity of branches. Next he needed stone, so he could not delay the search anymore. He began to pick up any larger pebbles. As he had nothing to carry them in it would soon become a problem for him to carry it all.

Within a few minutes he received a beep. It seemed that carrying the pebbles did some good. Physical exertion meant that he would gain more experience. Excited with his possible revelation he quickened the pace before he had become over encumbered and had to drop them off in a pile.

At once when he slouched over to an empty area near his work in progress housing, he let loose all of the pebbles that he had collected. Lucifer sighed with relief.

“The bloody things weigh 50 pounds, I wouldn't be surprised if there total weight was more.” Lucifer said, venting.

The rocks rolled off each other as the pile evened out making a loud clacking noise. It bothered Lucifer who often heard the screams of the people he tortured. This was a form of torture as well - to a much lesser extent. A lesser evil.

He repeated this process a few more times. Each time he did it he felt that it was getting easier. The rising testosterone of his was doing him wonders. Great vigor was needed to carry a momentous amount of pebbles for such a lacking reason. This was going to take a while.

An hour later, he had gained a new skill [Gathering] plus he had leveled twice from all the physical activity that he was committing himself to.

An hour after that, a twenty minute long venting session and the skill [Shout] was gained which amplified the sound of his voice when he needed to. Lets just say, he did not need to. Lucifer just felt like it.

At last he took a break, and started to search for this days meal. It would be the end of the first day that he would spend in this world, one of many he hoped.

He came across a rabbit that was darker. His testosterone kept his enthusiasm to work hard high. It even allowed him to respond to the rabbit that was in the process of countering him which this time did not take kindly to an asshole such as him.

His response to the asshole of a rabbit? Be an even bigger asshole. He chased the rabbit with a stick and jabbed it. Killing it after the third jab of the wooden stick, the stick ended up getting lodged in its lower pocket of fat in its stomach.

It quickly bled out once he extracted the stick, it was a swift process as the blood circulation was high. The rabbit kept moving straining its blood flow. The rabbit was still in sight as its final moments were etched into Lucifer's mind - temporarily.

He swept the rabbit's body up into his arms once he made sure it was dead. Lucifer then set up the fire again by adding a few more branches with his free arm and skewed the 3 eyed rabbit on a stick. Consuming its meaty flesh once it became cooked to recover his notable fatigue.

This new world had still so many secrets. He would come to discover them all.

Once he did recover his immortality… that was key. For that he may need some allies, eventually.

For now he would stick to what he knew best, planning for the future.

Right after he slept.