If I were a high ranker, this problem would be child's play, but on the flip side, it's good that way more less connected to tree of mono. As I was climbing the mountain, it was getting worse; I was not even breathing correctly.

Four hours have passed, and my thighs are already giving out. Finding this cave is much more difficult than I anticipated, and the only clues I have are a few sentences. Man, I was a terrible writer; no wonder people disliked my novel. 

I eventually found it after searching for a few more hours. I'm fairly sure that if I hadn't discovered this cave, the cold would have killed me before any monsters.

Since I hadn't eaten since arriving in this world—I had been too preoccupied with the world I had created—I couldn't stop myself and began eating the food as soon as I entered the cave. 

Nom, nom, nom. 

I eat something and then enter the cave feeling satisfied.