novelraw Chapter 108: Miners’ Rest Area
Chapter 108: Miners’ Rest Area
There was no choice but to run.
The time Leon spent taking down the giant green Slime—and the regular green Slimes that had merged into it—was enough for the rest of the swarm to close in on him. If he didn’t move fast, he’d be buried under a tide of bouncing green bodies.
Of course, running didn’t mean Leon’s hands were idle. Any Slime that drew too close was met with a single slash.
Not a single green Slime could withstand that slash. Whether the Galaxy Watermelon Knife struck squarely or only grazed part of its body, the result was always the same—it snuffed out the Slime’s life force in an instan
It was, after all, a Galaxy weapon. Even if it looked like a knife meant for cutting watermelon, it was still a Galaxy weapon.
Before forging with special materials at the Volcano Forge, Galaxy weapons were already the most powerful armaments in this world. If such a weapon couldn’t take down a green Slime in one blow, Leon might as well toss the Galaxy Watermelon Knife into the kitchen and use it as a sturdy Chinese cleaver.
After several rounds of darting in and out of danger, Leon finally had a chance to catch his breath.
During that time, he had to keep moving at high speed, dodge every charging green Slime, and still manage to slice them mid-dodge. The strain on his stamina was no joke.
Still, it wasn’t for nothing. Now, within Leon’s field of vision, there wasn’t a single Slime left on this floor. He’d emerged without a scratch—aside from the heavy stamina drain—and had neatly “reunited” the entire Slime family in spirit.
He’d lost count of how many green Slimes he had killed. Judging by the sheer amount of Slime jelly scattered across the floor, it was a lot.And that wasn’t the only loot. Among the drops, he spotted a few other items:
“Green Algae: It’s slimy.”
“Tree Sap (Resource): Liquid extracted from trees.”
“Dwarf Scroll I (Artifact): A yellowed parchment covered in Dwarvish script, tied with a red bow.”
“Dwarf Scroll IV (Artifact): A yellowed parchment covered in Dwarvish script, tied with a golden bow.”
The green algae looked like a piece of aquatic weed coated with sticky green slime—disgusting to the eye but carrying a fresh, grassy scent.
The tree sap was stranger still. Though it appeared to be a yellow droplet, it didn’t scatter like normal liquid. Instead, it held its shape as a bead, as if some force had frozen it in place.
Aside from the abundant Slime jelly, green algae and tree sap were the most common drops. The two Dwarf Scrolls were far rarer—only one of each had appeared.
After confirming the floor was clear, Leon started gathering the loot.
For the algae and sap, he used the Galaxy Watermelon Knife as a scoop. Those things didn’t look pleasant to handle, and Leon had no desire for sticky, smelly hands—so the knife had to bear the burden.
The Slime jelly and scrolls, however, he picked up himself. Every time he grabbed a lump of Slime jelly, he couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze. The pleasant, squishy texture was enough to loosen his tightly wound nerves.
It was just like a stress toy—its tactile joy could rival any stress ball. If he sold it online, Leon was sure it would become the next big thing in stress relief.
The Dwarf Scrolls were the last items he picked up. He untied each bow to peek inside, but the Dwarvish script was a mystery to him—like staring at a math problem from another dimension. The only impression he got was that the characters were square and vaguely resembled the writing of a certain stick-loving peninsula.
Finding it unreadable, Leon retied the bows and tossed them into his backpack. They weren’t heavy, and carrying them in his system backpack would waste two separate slots. Better to stash them in the travel bag and donate them to the library when he got back. No use keeping them otherwise.
Besides, if he could collect all four Dwarf Scrolls, maybe Gunther would hand over a “Complete Dwarvish Lexicon” as a hidden reward.
Ever since meeting the Shadow Marauder Krobus, Leon had been curious about the Dwarves in the mines. But since they didn’t speak human languages, he couldn’t communicate with them without such a book.
Once all the loot was packed away, Leon began searching for the stairs to the next floor.
One more level down and he’d reach the fifth floor—the elevator floor Marlon had mentioned. Once the elevator there was powered up, Leon planned to end this mining trip.
The mines might have decent air circulation, but the constant mental focus, the exertion from breaking rocks, and the fierce battle just now had drained him. All he wanted now was a good meal and a long sleep.
There was no need to search the area where he had fought the Slimes—he’d already scanned it while dodging attacks and had seen no sign of a staircase. His search was focused on the narrow side passages linked to that open space.
One such passage was right ahead—a cramped tunnel that could only fit one person at a time.
He had noticed it earlier, but back then the Slimes had been hot on his heels. If the tunnel had held more of them, he’d have been trapped between two forces—a deadly mistake in combat.
Now, with the threat cleared, he could explore it freely. Even if there were Slimes inside, as long as nothing attacked from behind, they’d all be easy pickings for the Galaxy Watermelon Knife.
The tunnel wasn’t long. After about ten meters, Leon emerged into a space beyond.
This was clearly carved out by human hands. It wasn’t small—maybe a hundred square meters.
Here, Leon saw some old, rotting tables and chairs, relics of the days when the mines had been bustling and miners had carved out this area as a rest stop.
More than the furniture, what drew his eye was a row of wooden barrels stacked in the corner. Compared to the decaying tables, these barrels had held up surprisingly well, showing little sign of age on their surfaces.
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