Of course, Leon was just curious. He would never actually start gnawing on a Cave Carrot.
The earthy sll was far too strong, and the surface didn’t look all that clean. He wasn’t desperate enough to eat whatever he could find. If he needed stamina, then the bread he had paid for would have gone to waste.
Putting the Cave Carrot away, Leon kept digging. With both Cave Carrots and Clay already found, he couldn’t help wondering what other hidden treasures might be lurking under the untouched patches of sandy soil.
But it seed the sand here didn’t hold much. After digging up more than ten spots, he finally found his third item.
It was a helt shaped much like his cooking pot, though clearly too small for an adult. It looked about right for a child, yet it was heavy in his hands. Knocking on it rang with a tallic chi.
“Dwarf Helt (Artifact): This helt was commonly worn by dwarves. Its thick tal plating protected them from falling rocks.”
“Huh? An artifact? But I don’t see any Ancient Spots. Is it because I’m in the mines?”
Leon wasn’t surprised to find an artifact buried in the mine’s soil. What surprised him was the lack of Ancient Spots. He had assud that even in the mines, his special ability—The Ancient Mystery—would show him Ancient Spots, letting him skip random digging and go straight to buried treasures.
Now, though, it seed that ability didn’t work underground. That was the mines showing him their full malice.
On the surface, Ancient Spots ant guaranteed loot, even if it wasn’t always an artifact. At least you wouldn’t waste your effort.
But underground? The ability was useless, and uncertainty shot up.
Still, there was nothing he could do. He didn’t even fully understand how his special abilities worked. They were all passive, except for that crude imitation skill the system had called his Rough Green Onion Handling Technique.
Finding sothing at all was still a good thing. Even if it took more work, Leon felt it was worth it.
He packed away the helt, now more curious than ever about what else might be hidden.
Unfortunately, luck abandoned him. After the Dwarf Helt, the soil gave him nothing—no artifacts, not even Clay. He wasted over half an hour and a good chunk of stamina for nothing.
Slumping down near the staircase shaft, Leon chugged a bottle of mineral water, then tore into half a loaf of bread. Only after resting for a while did he feel his energy return.
Then he stood and flipped the sandy ground the middle finger.
This was reality. A pickaxe couldn’t magically reset tilled soil.
If this were the ga, Leon would absolutely abuse the chanics to reset the loot in the sand. The thod was simple: till the ground, switch to the pickaxe to flatten it again, then till once more—endlessly refreshing the drops. It was the trick he’d developed back when he was grinding for Dwarf Scrolls.
With high-level tools or a tractor mod, you could clear huge swaths at once, easily farming Cave Carrots, Clay, and artifacts.
But in reality? No chance. The ground stayed tilled. Even if he could flatten it again, Leon doubted that re-covered dirt would magically grow new loot.
Probably.
Then again, this world had pulled off stranger things. Leon wasn’t feeling too confident.
Too many tis, reality had smacked him in the face like a boorang. The old rules didn’t always apply here, and surprises tended to leave him speechless.
Shaking off the thought, Leon obediently climbed down the stairwell into the fourth underground level.
And froze.
Not a single rock in sight. Just slis. Green Slis. Dozens of them. He couldn’t count them all, but he knew one thing—they weren’t here to be friends.
The mont he landed, they noticed the outsider in their territory. With crazed energy, the Green Slis started bouncing toward him.
Even more surprising, so slis rged together, forming a giant Green Sli taller than Leon himself. It ca at him like a rolling boulder, each landing sending out a booming duang duang duang that made his heartbeat pick up.
“What kind of beginner’s fourth floor turns into a monster layer? That’s just rude.”
Complaints aside, Leon’s hands didn’t slow. The Galaxy Waterlon Knife in his grip extended into a long blade—about 1.2 ters—and he charged at the slis.
An elephant can be bitten to death by enough ants. Surrounded, even if he could cut down a sli with each swing, he couldn’t be sure he’d escape unscathed.
And who knew what attacks they had besides body-slamming? If they pulled sothing out of certain “adult books,” Leon would never be able to show his face in Pelican Town again. To avoid becoming a noble yet unfortunate protagonist of such a tale, he struck first.
One slash cleaved through two closest Green Slis, neat as slicing lons. Ignoring the loot on the ground, Leon spun on his heel and sprinted away, dodging one wave of slis and heading straight for the giant.
As he closed in, the Galaxy Waterlon Knife swelled even larger, stopping just short of a two-ter blade. Using the montum from his charge, Leon swung in a horizontal arc, sending the blade right into the giant Green Sli.
Squelch.
The keen edge sliced straight into its massive body, the force carrying through and splitting the entire creature apart. Its body burst into a massive splash of sli.
The sli tried to reform but couldn’t regain its giant shape. Instead, it split into ordinary Green Slis—half as many as had rged in the first place.
Leon didn’t let them go. He shrank his blade back to 1.2 ters and chopped them down one by one before darting off toward another direction.
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