"Dammit! Where am I!? It's so dark, but I recognize this sll. I am underground," Ben said with a grunt.
He then tried to rember what had happened last ti. He had just returned from a bar after talking with his best friend, Bob. He had then had so fun with an escort, but afterward, the mory was quite fuzzy.
'Did I get kidnapped? I should have listened to Bob and started giving them larger tips.'
With that thought, Ben called out, "Hello??? Anyone here?? I swear I will give you more money, just let out." His voice echoed, but no one answered.
Ben tried to walk in one direction, pointing his hand forward. Now, he started feeling fear. The place wasn't just completely dark; it was also devoid of any noise.
'A cold and rough texture... is this a cave?' Ben tapped the wall a few tis to confirm his speculation, but soon he found sothing strange.
The place he was in seed to be natural rock, but it was completely flat. 'Is this whole place a complete cube?' Ben wondered as he walked around the area.
'Eh?' He raised his eyebrow as he felt the texture change. This ti, the wall felt like it had so kind of hole in it.
As he moved his palm around, he discovered the hole was shaped exactly like his hand. A green light then shone brightly, allowing Ben to see the whole room.
As he expected, it was a complete square. The room itself wasn't that big, around 5x5 ters (16.4x16.4 feet).
[Congratulations, you have been chosen as a Crafter.]
[You get 1 Blockify Pickaxe.]
[You get 1 crude dinsional pocket.]
'What is this? Is this like the system I often read about in those novels?' Reading novels and playing gas were among Ben's favorite hobbies, so he didn't find this kind of system strange. 'Let see.'
***
Crude Dinsional Pocket
Type: Storage Item
Rarity: Common (Upgradeable)
Capacity: Can store up to 10 items
Durability: Infinite
Ability:
Dinsional Access
Provides a small, rudintary pocket dinsion accessible only by the user.
Allows the user to retrieve stored items instantly in any environnt, even while under physical or magical restraints.
Limitations: Cannot store living beings, magical artifacts, or liquids without risking damage to the item.
Due to its crude construction, there is a 5% chance items stored may temporarily "misplace" themselves, reappearing randomly within 24 hours.
Tooltip: "A crude pocket dinsion—convenient, but a bit unpredictable."
***
Blockify Pickaxe
Type: Tool/Weapon
Rarity: Divine (Growth)
Durability: Infinite
Damage: 10 (lee)
Ability:
Send You Flying
Knockback: 4 (Weak)
Critical Strike Chance: 4%
Blockify
Power: 1
Limitations: Cannot be used on living beings, equipnt, or liquids.
Tooltip: "A strange power lies within, turning nearly anything into blocks—but not without a cost."
***
'A dinsional pocket and a pickaxe? Interesting.' Ben then checked his inventory. In there, it showed a few slots, one of which was filled with an icon of a bag.
'If this is like the gas I used to play, that ans I can equip multiple inventory items. Based on what I can see, I have three slots for now. Let's see what is inside this dinsional pocket.'
There were ten slots, each of them empty. Ben then tried to call out the pickaxe. The next mont, a crude pickaxe appeared in his grasp.
It had a rusty iron head, while its body was made of wood. By now, all his fear had disappeared, replaced only by curiosity and excitent.
The pickaxe felt like an extension of his hand, and the weight was barely noticeable. As soone experienced in construction work, he also gets projects to build mines. It wasn't the first ti he had held a pickaxe, and he knew this one wasn't normal.
Usually, they were far heavier than this one. With a grin, Ben then swung the pickaxe. BAM! The wall cracked. He then did another swing. Bam! BAM!
[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!]
The wall where he had hit turned hollow. What surprised him was that the cavity was exactly in cube form, like it had been cut using a machine with insane precision. 'The size is exactly 1x1 ter.'
At this point, Ben understood how it worked. The Blockify ability allowed him to turn anything into a block, just like in one of his favorite gas. Each object had its own health, and based on the pickaxe's damage, the rock should have around 21-30 HP.
There was also another stat he needed to mind: Power 1. This ant there would be materials that he couldn't damage, no matter what he did. The next question was how he would upgrade it. Usually, this could be done using a specific crafting station, but right now, Ben couldn't do any crafting. 'There should be a trigger for to unlock a recipe.'
Curious, Ben continued smashing the wall. He did it thodically, making the cubical room bigger.
[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!]
[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!]
[…]
'I've gathered more than one hundred, but why hasn't the crafting shown up?' Ben wiped the sweat covering his head.
By now, the room had returned to pitch darkness. 123 Stone Blocks and 1 Bronze Ore—that's what he had gotten after toiling for who knows how many hours. His throat was parched, but there was no water to relieve his thirst. "Inventory."
***
Stone Block x 123:
Type: Block
Use: Crafting material, building
Understanding: 1.23%
Max Stack: 9999
Rarity: Common
Naturally occurring underground, in caverns, or in the dirt layer.
***
Bronze Ore x 1
Type: Ore/Material
Use: Crafting material
Understanding: 0.1%
Rarity: Common
Max Stack: 999
"An abundant tal with many uses."
***
"Understanding? Right now, I have 123 stone blocks. Does this an every 100 blocks raise 1%?" Ben then laid himself on the ground. He took a deep breath, then started cursing.
"FUCK!!! Who sent here!? Did you just want to kill !? No water, and I need to farm 1000 stones minimum to raise my understanding? And what the fuck does that even give !? I should be at ho, eating sothing warm, maybe a nice stew… but nope! I'm here slaving away in a hole without any pay, living the dream!!! Whoever sent here, may you #$%@##$%!!!"
1001 curse words ca out of Ben's mouth, but unfortunately, none were effective, as the one who had sent him here ca from a higher dinsion. One where their words and imagination created a new reality. After a full course of cursing, Ben took a deep breath, then stood up once again. "Hah, now that is relieving. At least here, I can curse out loud as much as I want."
It wasn't the first ti Ben had compared himself to a slave. Even back in the real world, he often compared himself with one. How could he not?
Overworked, his pay barely covered the bills, with a mountain of debt he needed to pay, all thanks to stupid policies and the elites. The only relief he could get was escaping into novels on his phone or playing so video gas. He barely had friends, and his romantic relief ca only from hiring escorts. That was the pitiful life Ben had before being sent here.
"Well, at least now I can do whatever I want!!! Let's do this!"
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