Chapter 162: Farming credits
Unlike the previous times, much less of the black liquid seeped out of the walls. A portion rolled down to the floor, the rest sticking to the cube’s surfaces. Next, the material solidified, coating the room with a thin film of black.
‘That’s a new one…’ Percy frowned. ‘At least, the sack is still there.’
The sludge had merely flowed underneath his supplies, leaving them propped up against the wall. It was quite a relief. Percy would have been forced to rush through the challenges had the cube chosen to rob him of his only source of food.
Scanning his surroundings, he searched for his opponent. Soon, his gaze landed on the only other object – a small orb the size of a tangerine, resting motionless in the middle of the room.
‘Is that the golem?’
As if to answer his question, a series of red lines lit up all over the black sphere. Then, an indentation formed on the floor around it, a square tile sinking about an inch into the ground.
‘What the–?’
With a snapping sound, the tile sprung back at an angle, shooting the sphere at him at a dizzying speed.
Percy barely raised his arms in time, shielding his face as the impact sent a jolt of pain through his bones, causing him to stumble backwards.