'Do you really want to replicate something again after what you just went through? Are you dumb?'

  Right....no replication, not yet, but, couldn't I just transform something else into what I desired, thereby achieving my goal in the end? Hmm, sounds feasible, but I didn't want to, at least not yet; something told me that it wouldn't be that easy, and I decided to trust my intuition at the moment. So, I was forced to adjust my plans, by removing the Woodglue from the equation entirely; I'd just place the planks, and edit them to fuse with each other, eliminating the need for an adhesive entirely.

  So, that's exactly what I did; first, I restored them by removing the burnt part of their description, and made them significantly lighter without compromising on their durability. Then, I adjusted their thickness and length to match my desires and the dimensions of the foundation, and fused them together. Within mere minutes, a section of the wall was complete, then, I repeated the process four more times, rebuilding all the walls.

  Now, the only thing left to be added were the roof and door, then, my little abode would be complete and ready to accommodate my great and mighty presence! The hut of the past was no more, what now stood before me was a work of art in my opinion; it was a cube, one that looked like it was naturally grown, with no viable gaps or sharp edges, everything looked really smooth and polished, like the finished product of a master carpenter.

  Neat, small, but very comfortable; the dream of all tiny house enthusiasts.

  'Could use some colors, though; I'm starting to get tired of the earthly brown color almost everything had, and the fact that everything was made of either wood or bone.'

  It wouldn't have been bad if it were just animal bones, but it was excursively human bones, which added an unpleasant element to it. But, I might be able to change that, very soon too, maybe; it all depends on my 'cheat,' its limits, and my brain, so we'll see. After the replication incident, I was hesitant to try anything too extreme out of fear. Temporary damage to the soul was one thing, but what if my repeated stunts ended up with me having a permanent soul injury?

  Anyway, it was time to put on the roof.

  So, I went into the wood heap around the back of the house, and found even more planks, edited them to be light, durable, and most importantly, long. I was going to build a ladder, so they didn't need to be broad at all. Next, I repeated the process one more time, grabbed some used Firewood torches, removed their extremely flammable nature, and edited them to fuse upon contact with wood, making them a little thicker, more durable, and light. Then, I placed them between the two two by twos, ensuring that both ends of the Firewood torches made contact simultaneously.

  The fusion proceeded very smoothly, and was over in the blink of an eye. Then, I removed the fusing trait from the fused Firewood torch, and repeated the process until I had a complete wooden ladder, one tall enough to reach the top of the hut easily.

  [Durable Wooden Ladder:

  A durable, but paradoxical existence, made from two different types of wood: House plank wood, and Firewood torch wood, yet, they coexist effortlessly, truly paradoxical. But, it's a good ladder.]

  'Sweet! Man, this cheat is really broken, but, how comes my skills level so slowly? Shouldn't I have gained a level by now? I've been using these skills non-stop. Ah, whatever, can't have everything'

  From the looks of it, my powers didn't consume any known resources to function, and didn't cost me anything unless I went beyond its current limit, so, I had to be grateful for that. Though it had limitations, they weren't too many, from the looks of it. For now, at least; maybe more would crop up when I had the time to truly delve into its mechanisms, maybe.

  'Back to work! Think later, work now!'

  Right, right; I could always think about these things later.

  Going around the back once more, I secured some burnt planks, repaired them, used the ladder to reach the top, and began the slow process of repairing it, but, once I fused in a few 'tiles' the process became significantly easier for me, as I could just carry everything I needed up the ladder, place them on the repaired section, and work from there instead of going back and forth all the time. By the time I was done, I was hungry, thirsty, and very tired, but, I was also supremely satisfied with myself.

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  True, it was entirely due to my power that I was able to repair and upgrade the hut into a somewhat decent house so fast, but, it was I who utilized it, not the other way around.

  [Fused Plank House:

  A medium sized house made entirely from fused planks, giving it a natural look and smooth, polished appearance alongside increased durability, immunity to regular fire, myriad river water, and common weapons. The door is particularly sturdy, and only opens for a specific person, the Otherworlder named Eric Goldspoon.]

  I couldn't help but grim as I read the description, now this is what I'm talking about! My very own home, and a slightly magical one at that. Needless to say, I couldn't be more proud of myself.

  'This is just the start, I plan to expand it until it becomes the ultimate man cave, having everything I could possibly need; the outside would rarely see me then.'

  But, that was if something didn't force me to abandon it, ideally, it should be mobile, too, but that was too much for the current me.

  Perhaps one day, though.

  'Turning it into the ultimate man cave in such a cesspit is unwise, trouble might spring up at any moment; building a self-destruct mechanism into this doesn't sound too bad at all.'

  Maybe I could make some myriad river oil and then combine it into a system that would ignite the insides, or at least make it inhabitable for a good deal of time.

  Not right now, maybe later as I haven't even made a bed yet, nor have I figured out a way to acquire safe, clean food. But, I did have some ideas about how to get clean drinking water; that was the simplest part now, actually. Wait, both of them were simple; I could just turn mutated rat beast meat into regular meat, that shouldn't lead to a backlash or anything, right? I'd need to get some first, though.

  But, considering the fact that they were as common as grass in my previous world, I wasn't too worried; my main concern was how I'd kill them, as I'm not particularly apt in the art of fighting, at least not yet. I've somehow managed to survive so far due to sheer luck, but I wasn't going to count on that; I needed to find a style of disposing of my enemies that was potent, held minimal risk for myself, and was cheap, preferably free.

  'Come on man, stop thinking so much; wait until you're settled in, have food and drink, and a place to stay first.'

  Right, right.

  After removing the exhaustion and hunger debuff from my status sheet, I moved the ladder to the back of the house, removed the myriad river water wood from the large myriad river pot, which had turned completely white now after all the contained myriad river water was drained out into the pot. After that, I added handles to the pot, a lid, and slowly moved it into the house, placing it in the left corner. After that, I placed the next empty one beside it, and sat down within the house as I contemplated my next move, gazing at the brilliantly burning golden flame in the center of the ceiling, one that illuminated every corner perfectly.

  It was at this moment that I realized I'd overlooked something quite important by refusing to add windows; ventilation. It wasn't just that, either; how was I supposed to hear anything while in this place? Once inside, the ambient noise of the outside world I'd already grown accustomed to like the constant creaking and faint cracking sounds of the living alley walls, the scurrying of mutated rat beasts in the distance, and the occasional squeak.

  I wasn't a genius, but, I knew flames needed oxygen for combustion, and we humans needed it to breathe, too. So, it was of vital importance that a continuous supply of fresh air was being sent into the house, as I did not want to die in my sleep one day due to my stupidity. I also didn't want to wake up surrounded by a mob of cannibalistic hardened murderers, either. But, I could tackle both issues at once; it just so happens that sound uses the air as a medium of transport, so, all I needed to do was open a few holes somewhere nice and discreet, and edit it to draw in clean and fresh air, sound, and regulate the temperature, too.

  'This house is so darn hot, why didn't I think of this before?'

  Well, you live and you learn, as they say. Rising from my rather comfortable position, I edited the house description to manifest four finger-sized holes on the roof, one in each corner. Then, I inspected the hole themselves, and pushed my will unto them.

  [Ventilation, sound, and Temperature Hole:

  A hole made to continuously pull in fresh air and push out stale air, clearly transmit sound from the outside the environment, regulate the temperature, ensuring that the house is warm when its cold outside and is at room temperature when it's hot outside, resist any form of liquid attempting to enter the house though it, and pull out any harmful substances in the air before pushing it into the house.]

  Hehehe! If you ask me, these holes were my very first masterpieces; they had the longest description I've ever seen so far, and were of vital significance to me.

  Immediately, crisp and clear sounds of everything outside returned, the temperature adjusted itself until it was just right, and the air became increasingly fresh, even the special Firewood torch above me seemed to be burning a bit brighter.

  Satisfied, I went outside, grabbed the last remaining burnt wooden planks, and brought them inside, repaired them, and then pushed my will onto it via my skill. It fused into the entire right side of the wall and began puffing up like a pufferfish, until it was nice and soft, and most importantly, warm.

  [Cottonwood bed:

  A soft, soft, durable, and comfortable bed, made out of cottonwood; a special type of wood found only on the third floor, in Old Man Gru's residence and is particularly sought after by the serfs living up there.]

  Well, would you look at that? So, my bed was very very expensive, then?

  'Well, that isn't so bad, as long as nobody learns about it, or this place. As long as that doesn't happen, I'll be fine, probably.'

  I was tempted to hop on, and fall asleep right then and there, but, that'd be nasty; I haven't showered since I came here, and although I couldn't smell myself quite yet, I knew the scent was there, my nose just adapted to it.

  'I also need food, man, and a place to store my stuff. Maybe a chest? There aren't any full whole planks left, but there are some burnt pieces here and there, I should be able to fashion those into something, right?'