Chapter 26: Interactions With the Locals 4
[Dwarf Blessing – 8%.]
Just as he'd suspected, the rate varied—probably depending on strength, rarity, or some hidden stat the system wasn't revealing.
'At least it doesn't mean I have to kill a ton of them... just one really strong dwarf.'
He paused.
'Then again, knowing my luck, that 'one' probably bench-presses boulders and eats steel nails for breakfast. I'd just end up as a red smear on the ground.'
With that done, he opened the online marketplace and offloaded all the loot—clothes, boots, rings, even one guy's weird beard comb.
The store accepted it all without complaint, converting gear into EC.
'Nothing says 'rest in peace' like flipping your stuff for store credit, '
As the last item vanished, he stopped short of selling one thing: a pickaxe.
Though it looked massive in the dwarf's hands, it felt surprisingly balanced in his—heavy enough to hit hard, light enough to swing fast.
But there was more to it.