Chapter 11: How to mine with a bad pickaxe
I woke up.
Nothing was touching me.
No drooling goblin standing over me. No curious orc poking my ribs with a stick. No creature trying to turn me into a snack.
Considering my recent streak of luck, that was already a bigger win than any flaming spider battle.
I opened my eyes slowly. My body still hurt like I'd been run over by a cart full of bricks, but something was different. I felt better. My lungs weren't collapsed, my blood wasn't leaking out, and most importantly, my head was still attached. I checked my status.
|STATUS UPDATED |
|HealthPoints: 39 / 70
|Stamina: 31 / 40
|Condition: ["Stinky", "Lightly burned"]
I looked over at the spider's still-smoldering body.
She'd died like a washed-up star — dramatic, bright, and spraying goo in every direction. Still, I knew monsters like that usually kept something interesting inside. I always trusted my inner "course salesman" instinct: if it shines, it's worth something.