Status:

Primary Class: Devil Overlord, (currently rank iron 1) (Class is currently limited due to race)

Secondary Class: Miner, (currently rank iron 1)

Tertiary class currently locked.

Name: Sullus Van Silius.

Race: Imp.

Hp: 50/50

Stamina: 30/30

Mp: 40/40

Stats:

Free stat points: 0

Strength: 4

Vitality: 5

Stamina: 3

Endurance. 4

Agility: 4

Intelligence: 4

Will: 9

Magic: 4

Perks: [Resistance to fire and heat] [Lesser Demonic Instincts] [Lesser Aptitude for Demonic Magic]

Skills: [Mining lvl 1] [Mapping lvl 1] [Influence lvl 1] [Fireball lvl 1]

It was embarrassing how I reached the overworld and lost all of my powers. Both of these events happened at the same time, and it was all because of a gamble. The details were blurry, even to me, but as far as I remember it involved a lot of money, many prostitutes, and some of the strongest alcohol I’ve ever experienced. I’d be dead, but my life would be more money than anybody in hell could offer.

That was my situation, a little shit imp stranded in the overworld. I could have stayed here. Nothing was preventing me from doing so, or at least for now. I’d probably be hunted down by some church, but I didn’t want to stay in the overworld. With the lack of mana in the air, it felt like I had no air to breathe. And also, the humans were very unwelcoming. They do not appreciate the strange, or the evil.

So I wanted to get back home. Normally transportation would be simply done through teleportation, but there were two things stopping that from working. Firstly, anything teleporting from the overworld to hell, or vice versa, would be borrowing energy. So their stay would be temporary. Second reason, I was far too weak at the moment to survive in hell. I had a feeling the devil that banished me would love for me to appear as a little shit imp. That would make things a lot easier for her.

I had to gain my strength back and also physically reach hell. Naturally that led me towards caves. Humans believed in a myth that some caves descended all the way to Hell, and that myth was the truth, but between the two realms there was a lot of things preventing you from passing easily.

Anyway, I’d reached a small mining town called Boroughberg. My tiny stature made sneaking around easy. It had certainly helped me in ambushing the merchant with the map that led me here. I heavily doubted that the mine here would descend deep enough to reach hell, but it was a good start and I wanted to avoid some of the stronger figures present in larger towns.

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I walked through the streets with a robe that I had cut in half to fit my size. My tiny length brought many eyes towards me. I didn’t like that, but I’d be getting a lot more if I hadn’t covered myself. I also doubted that I’d be living for very long if that was the case.

“Hey you,” I spat towards one of the kids. This one looked rather dumb having a ballonish shaped head. “Where is the mining guild?”

“Uhh, that way,” he said and pointed. “Are you going to be a miner? You know that you have to be at least 15 before signing up. Personally I think I’ll become an adventurer. That so-”

“Shut up,” I spat, and walked away. That kid would grow up into a quality waster of time, but it was not my problem, so I put my mind away from it.

Continuing my hobbling up the streets, I managed to find a large metal door that had a large pickaxe engraved into it. It took all of my strength to push the door open, and then only by a little. Thankfully, it was enough for me to slide through

I found myself under the gaze of a female clerk. She had kind eyes, but large thick arms and shoulders that stood out. She also looked particularly ugly, so I found myself staring back at her, feeling my cheeks start to flush.

“Hello clerk,” I said with my most formal voice, and walked up to the towering counter. Damn my little shit imp length. “I would like to start my own mining faction.”

The problem with joining another mining faction was that they’d almost certainly want to see my face, and that was a no go. For the time being I didn’t have an illusion spell which meant that I’d have to keep my face as hidden as I could. It would mean that I’d be alone in the caves, but that wouldn’t be a problem for me.

“Are you old enough to be a miner?” She said making a vein appear below my right horn.

I could be old enough to be your grandfathers grandfathers grandfathers… grandfather you spoiled brat!

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” she said. I don’t think she believed me, but I also don’t think she cared. That was just amazing. An apathetic, horribly ugly woman. I think I was almost in love. “It will cost ten silver to establish your own guild.”

“I will take a loan.”

“A what?”

Damn primitive humans.

“I want to borrow ten silver. I will pay you eleven in some time. That is a great deal for you. I would also like to borrow pickaxe.”

I cast my [Influence] but it seemed to hit against a brick wall. It was too low level to impact humans for the time being.

She sighed. “Kid, you’re giving me a headache. Why don’t you just join the local faction? They’ll give you your pickaxe.”

“Bah, I have aspirations too low for them to understand,” I said. “Now then, would you agree to borrowing the money?”

“No kid, that’s not how we work.”

I sighed. It didn’t have to come to this. My fingers found the golden ring attached to my index finger and slowly pulled it off. With that I officially had nothing left to my name. I put it on the counter, and I could see her eyes immediately jumping to it.

“Would this be enough?” I said.

“Hmm… I think we could manage with this.”

“Great. Throw in a pickaxe and we’ve got a deal.”

She read up the rules in a bored voice, and I agreed in a bored voice. Essentially, apart from the safety regulations and the rest of the bullshit, it boiled down to one point. I’d have to give the mining guild twenty percent of my ore, and the rest I could sell. I was getting completely ripped off. I was doing all of the work, taking all of the risk, breaking my back, and they got twenty percent just because they apparently owned the mine.

Complete bullshit, but that was what I was working with at the moment. Maybe, once my mining guild had grown larger, I’d be able to negotiate a better deal. Although I had to grow in strength and that meant mining.

With pickaxe in hand, I wandered into the mine.