I broke my back all day today, and I don’t mean it as having sex with someone. I mean I spent all day today digging the escape tunnel.

The process of digging the tunnel usually goes like this:

I scan the air path using the radar spell about ten meters ahead to measure shape and stability. I break the rock surrounding the air path using sharpened mana hands until I reach the end of the scanned area. I scoop all the debris using big mana hands, and transport the debris and pile it up with the rest of the debris inside the cavern. I place the pile of the debris in the space between six o’clock and three o’clock holes. It has been a hell of a work, especially when I finally hit more than a kilometer today. Walking back and forth for hours makes my legs sore afterward. I guess there’s a reason why mining operations use minecarts, huh.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

That aside, nothing really happened. I’m just here writing, looking at the humongous mana heart above my head, and playing with illuminate spell orbs. Thinking back, it’s rather weird, isn’t it? I was scared the first time I found myself here. I thought this place was dark, and scary. But now, I got used to the darkness, and I don’t mind getting mauled to death by monsters that came inside this cavern during my sleep. Just kidding. I still don’t want to die, of course. But I don’t want to keep living here forever. I hope another white snake appears again soon. Staying in this place without any new stimulus is killing me. I know complaining won’t help anyone out of here, but… Nevermind.

The nuts field will be ready to farm in two-three days. The slime trench is full of activity as usual. The ancient door is still closed, also as usual.

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