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It was a day like any other, waking up, picking up his things and starting to walk. This has been working like this for 2 weeks. Sleep was a sweet reward for several waking nights. Home. He didn't know where it is, but his hopes of finding it again wouldn't die anyway. The hybrid crossed a meadow full of flowers, various beetles and other fauna. A small smile appeared on Piglin's face. The voices were suddenly quiet, and he finally slept. The smile fell the moment he saw a thick growth on the horizon from which the forest later emerged. The adventurer realized that he would not get much sleep there and that more nights of fear awaited him. He pulled a potato from his backpack. It was raw but the hunger was greater. He bit into her a few times before she ended up back in her backpack. A few minutes later, a piglin hybrid entered a dense spruce forest.