Into the healing farming game - CH 35

50th day of spring

The clouds in the sky I looked up from time to time flowed with their own shapes.

They clustered and dispersed at different heights, making them white.

The spring sky was nice to look at in its own way.

Silver luster.

I picked up a mithril pickaxe with a very slight purple tint and headed north.

Anyone could see that I was a miner, as I was carrying something on my shoulder.

I thought to myself and laughed. From miners, farmers, loggers, to fishermen.

There was no job I couldn’t do.

Cozy clothes.

As I looked at my tattered sleeves and arms, I realized that there was one more thing I needed to do.

You could just buy clothes and wear them.

I found myself wondering if making them myself would give me sewing-related skills.

Is it because self-sufficiency had become a habit of doing everything one by one?

For no reason, I crossed the windless forest, waving my wide sleeves.

As a result, I arrived at a mine that gave off a musty smell.

“After…”

I went down the mine.

In the humid and hot environment, we were constantly digging into places that seemed to symbolize summer.

Stone dust. The environment where dust and dirt lightly obscured the view was quite terrible.

That feeling of my lungs getting damaged little by little. It was extremely chilly.

1st floor.

A feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I dug up the occasional piece of iron I saw and only touched things in my path.

Now, I was glad to see the iron ore falling without much effort.

Previously, I had to use my whole body to throw a powerful blow.

It was strange that I didn’t get tired while working like that.

So I was panting from exhaustion every time.

The heat crept in.

Mining-specific moisture. Musty air. Unventilated discomfort.

Overcoming the environment, which was more unpleasant than the summer heat, I ran towards the 20th floor.

A floor where silver-colored mithril appeared.

These were the guys I was waiting for. I dug up everything I saw and didn’t stop going down.

I didn’t know how the nature of the mine, which basically reset on a daily basis, would apply to reality.

Every time I came here, I could fully recognize the fact that the reset was being applied generously when I saw the minerals piled up like this.

“Ugh.”

Like a zombie groaning.

The spirit was raised according to the timing of the pickaxe being struck.

Could this helpless scream be a result of spirit and spirit?

Where on earth did I get the knowledge to exhale when exerting force?

I just continued mining by steadily releasing the experience that my body naturally accepted.

Kang-Kang-

A rhythmic sound.

Now I had reached a point where I could keep the beat consistently.

What. If I were to exaggerate a bit, wouldn’t I also deserve the title of mine drummer?

Silver fragments flew out in all directions.

Occasionally, the brilliance of red, purple, or yellow jewels popped out of the fragments.

The jewels that were carefully collected to be sold to nobles would probably be squandered as warp materials.

I wanted to go to the capital someday and show it to the princess at least once.

The system didn’t give much, so how much value could this jewel be worth to the nobles?

Such questions suddenly arose while I was working.

It was quite cool up to the 50th floor, but the temperature gradually rose from the 50th floor.

It was a signal that other minerals would appear from now on.

I was roughly halfway to the mine, and I was hungry, so I sat down and took a rest.

As I munched on the sandwich I made, I stared blankly at the red-lit environment.

“Well…”

A low sound that felt like scratching my chest.

The unpleasant sound of life.

It was a zombie.

They said you didn’t encounter monsters often in the mines, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t encounter them at all.

They said they didn’t even touch the dog while eating.

Were zombies worse than dogs?

I took a big bite of my half-eaten sandwich.

The harmony of munching ingredients was very nice. It was a delicious sandwich.

A zombie approached, dragging its feet.

I took out some cool water, drank it, and roughly estimated the distance with narrowed eyes.

I took out the sword from my pocket.

A cold sword. The blade subtly reflected the surrounding red light.

I slowly approached, lifting the light pink sword body towards the zombie.

I could feel the heat from the zombie flesh being cut.

The heat that seemed to burn with red light.

Okay.

Mines below the 50th floor.

I arrived at the volcanic area.

Heat rose wherever I stepped.

Sweat from my forehead ran down my cheeks and down my chin, and my back was already soaked.

It felt like I was in a hot sauna.

The blade of the pickaxe was cold when I touched it.

The unique chill of Mithril lowered the temperature around me.

I took a deep breath.

The feeling of hot heat entering my throat was quite unfamiliar.

The exhaled heat flew away, forming a haze. I laughed bitterly at that sight.

What kind of harmony was this?

I moved forward with trudging, feeble steps.

I didn’t know how much time had passed. Depths. This is what happens when you enter a place where you cannot tell the passage of time.

If there wasn’t a UI, I would have slept when I got tired.

Having something that allowed you to know the time gave you peace of mind.

At first glance, I looked at the time and saw that it was well past evening.

My body was still vibrant. I walked through the mine, deciding to go down a little further and set up my tent.

“Oh.”

The black mineral revealed itself.

Although it was not used to upgrade equipment, obsidian had its own uses.

There was a golden, shiny mineral next to it.

Orichalcon.

It was quite nice to be able to meet it as soon as I arrived. In fact, it was no exaggeration to say that I came deep into the mine to collect this.

Kang-!

That noise resonated high and everywhere.

Orichalcon boasted the same steadfastness as when it first faced Mithril with a pickaxe.

Other than a few scratches on the outside, not much had changed.

Kang-! Kang-!

I entered repetitive work.

I slowly put my entire body’s weight on it and transferred power to the tip of the pickaxe with a soft, slow connection.

It was a know-how gained as my mining level increased.

Less force was used, but power was transmitted using the flexibility of my entire body.

It was a way to work efficiently for a long time.

Golden fragments flew out like crumbs.

Eventually, after hitting it a few hundred more times, the ore popped out.

It was the first Orichalcon ore obtained after hard work.

Was it because obsidian had a tendency to break easily in the first place?

No matter how many times I hit it, it shattered.

Because of that, I couldn’t completely rescue the obsidian, but I accepted that it was because of this guy’s original nature.

Going down the muggy mine.

55th floor.

60th floor.

I hit all the golden light I saw and dug it out.

Mithril was now occasionally visible.

Was it because it was a hot area?

The frequency with which it appeared was similar to that of Orichalcon.

The most common one was obsidian.

The key was to be careful not to step on the sharp black pieces scattered along the road.

Equipment, not regular shoes.

These were level 29 chain shoes that I made myself, but I could see them being ground and damaged by the obsidian.

I had a dizzying thought that if I had worn regular leather shoes, my feet might have been covered in blood.

I shook my head excitedly.

I reached the 63rd floor and eliminated the monsters that appeared around me.

It was a small flaming golem and a red slime. After dealing with the monsters, I set up camp there.

In general, it was a temporary safety measure based on the theory of the game that once a monster appeared on the same floor, it did not appear again until reset.

I set up a tent and took out a lot of mithril tools and ores around.

The heat made me sweat profusely, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn’t sleep, so I tried my best to lower the temperature.

I guess that partly worked, and I felt a bit chilled.

I’m not sure if it’s absorbing heat or emitting cold, but I was able to lie down inside the tent thanks to the appropriately livable temperature.

I felt bad about not being able to wash my sweaty body, but I couldn’t enjoy that luxury here.

I just poured some water, took off my clothes, and went to sleep.

Obviously.

In my dream, I was covered in volcanic ash.

I vaguely remembered dreaming of breathing in flames, with difficulty breathing.

“Huh.”

Is it morning?

Is it dawn?

Or is it night?

I’m not sure. It is a passage of time that cannot be measured because the sun does not rise.

The mine is still dark and emits a subtle red light.

Hot sensation.

It is whispered that the temperature felt by the senses is higher than that of modern summer.

The temperature may approach 40 degrees.

If it weren’t for the mithril around me, I might have fallen asleep and woken up right away.

I sweat a lot and am dehydrated.

Feeling a little dizzy, I gulp down some water.

As the cold enters my insides, I feel a little more relaxed.

I organize the tent and place the surrounding mithril tools and ores into the bag.

100th floor again. Begin your journey underground.

I came here to mine Orichalcon and Mithril, but since I’m here, I think it would be nice to see the end of the mine.

Anyway, there was one expedition that required achieving the 100th-floor achievement.

While I am doing both my job and my job, the 100th-floor reward was also quite delicious.

Is it because I went to bed after 12 o’clock?

The reset of the day had not occurred.

Just in time, around 12 o’clock, I felt the mine begin to wriggle and change.

I think that was probably a precursor to a reset.

Thanks to you, I realize one thing.

If you want to sleep, sleep past 12 o’clock, or sleep before that and wake up before 12 o’clock.

Because it would be difficult if the monster came back.

With that fact firmly etched in my mind, I set out on the road again.

Shoes with chains are hot. It feels like the flesh is just going to cook in that part.

It is impossible not to wear them. It’s better to get a mild burn than to have the soles of your feet crunched by obsidian.

I dig up ore.

The clanging noise is familiar.

The clash between Mithril and Orichalcum penetrates your ears so clearly.

The splendor of fragments bouncing and scattering golden light.

After resting, polishing, eating, and polishing, I had already arrived at the 80th floor.

Upon arriving at the 80th floor, the surrounding environment changes again.

A place charred black and full of scorch marks.

Warm temperature. The previous glow disappears.

As a result, it is only natural that it feels relatively cool.

It’s like being in a sauna and then welcoming the warmth of spring.

It’s relatively very, very cool, and it brings a wide smile to my face.

However, gray ash is flying around.

I bought a mask for times like this.

The ash gray area of the 80th floor.

A feast of dust and dust extending up to the 100th floor.

If the store didn’t sell masks, I would have ripped up clothes and made a makeshift mask.

The gray ash floating around was enough to sting the eyes.

One way or another, there is no change in the fact that it is a difficult environment.

I find a vein of gold and silver studded with gold and silver and take the pickaxe.

The presence of more Orichalcon and Mithril than before only makes me happy.

“It’s nice to see this after a long time.”

Uncheol.

A gloomy purple stone slowly appears.

Although it has no merit as a mineral, it is something that can be used for magic and alchemy.

I dig without fail. Mining difficulty is similar to mithril, so it isn’t difficult.

The one that took the most time to dig up was obviously Orichalcon.

My breathing got a little short, but I didn’t care and continued down the mine.

The mine has a similar structure. I was very fortunate to have a terrain that was almost copy and pasted.

Thanks to this, I was able to continue down the road without getting lost.

The fact that the terrain was not large also played a role. If it’s wide, you’ll have to walk for a long time, and naturally, it will take longer to get down.

90th floor.

95th floor.

Soon, the last of the 99th floor.

A white door with a skull drawn on it welcomes me.

There was something other than stairs on the way down.

A pure white door with a skull engraved on it.

It was strange, but welcome.

Without hesitation, I grab the handle and turn it.

The door that was creaking and hard to open opened easily when I applied force.

“Oh.”

What I see is an altar.

A box can be seen in the center of the ominous black and red altar.