I quickly made my way to the cave where I had died the first time. In the area where my corpse should be resting, all that stayed as evidence of my death was the blood stains on the ground and a small stone grave stone that read "Eurs was killed by a slime." Reading the message, I came to understand I was Eurs and that blue thing was the slime. Looking around the area near the grave, I would notice that no remains of my body prior to my death were anywhere to be found. Quickly stepping over the gravestone, I would look around the cave entrance hoping that the thing that had latched itself onto my skull before had left or had gone deeper into the cave.
Not seeing that little thing anywhere, I leaned up against the wall of the cave and begun to breathe in a normal yet fatigued fashion. I was lucky to have ran when I did otherwise I wouldn't have made it into this cave before nightfall. "Where had all my time gone?" I said out-loud to myself, head leant up against the dirt walls of the cave.
Putting my backpack in front of me, I would take out my pickaxe to do some deeper inspection than I had done during the day. The tools in comparison to the weapon were in fairly good shape, they didn't look like much wear and tear had occurred and they seemed like they would last a whole lot longer. Before I could let out my sigh of relief a loud snarl could be heard from the face of the cave. Quickly I popped my head up to see probably the most ugly thing of all time. It had nasty gray skin, was missing an eyeball and had blood dripping from every part of its body. Worst of all, there was a rancid smell coming from it, enough to make me gag and want to throw up. Grabbing my backpack and throwing it on, I quickly took my shortsword from my waist and pointed it towards the zombie. Holding my left hand over my mouth and nose, I would slowly walk backwards as it continued to follow me deeper into the cave.
Before long, I had reached the end of this layer of the cave and almost slipped and fell down. Stopping myself from falling, I would look over my left shoulder to see the darkness that lay beneath the now burnt out torch I had set as an indicator of where this was. Turning back to the zombie, I make a quick and rash decision to jump down to the next level, regardless of if it was dark or not. I would rather die from falling that feeling my flesh torn from my body by a zombie.
Jumping into the darkness, I would land on my own two feet but with a slight pain in my souls. Looking up at the moonlight first floor. I would see the zombie stop before the edge and turn around. I guess it had lost my scent or trail and had decided I was not worth the trouble any longer. Sighing a sigh of relief, I would take out a torch from my backpack and light it. Stabbing it into the wall down here, I would light another and begin to make my way deeper into the cave. Since I was here, I may as well take this chance to explore it.
As I made my way deeper into the cave, Jumping over puddles and random holes in the ground, I would see something that was brown and jutted out of the ground. Squinting my eyes and trying to see if it was an enemy or not, I would continue to walk closer to illuminate the object even more. When I was about 10 feet away, I realized what I was looking at, a chest. "Why is a chest down here?" I asked aloud as I made my way to it. Standing before the chest, I would stab a torch into the ground and use it to illuminate the area. The chest seemed to be unlocked and didn't seem like it held anything harmful, so I popped it open. Inside was a multitude of items. The first and most notable of the items was a spear. It was about 4-5 inches taller than myself and I was surprised it even fit inside the chest in the first place. I was a bit curious about if it would fit inside my bag, just like how it had fit into the cheat. Placing the handle in first, my bag would seem to become bottomless as it eats up my spear. Looking into the bag, I could see the spear, and it looked about the same size but yet it fit in my bag without making it heavier or larger. I let out a small chuckle as I pulled the spear out of my bag and put it onto the ground. Saddling the bag onto my back, I would put the spear in the area between my bag and my back and surprisingly it sat comfortably there, not falling, not sliding away and in an uncomfortable position, no, it sat there and I could hardly tell it was there.
Taking out the axe from my backpack, I would try to hit the seemingly wooden chest before me. As I swung at it, the axe seemed to bounce off of it and do little to no damage to the exterior look of the chest. I'll be honest with you all, I have no idea what compelled me to start smacking away at the chest before me, but I continued to do so. Noticing no changes to the chest from when I had started to smack it with the axe, I decided to switch to my only other tool, the pickaxe. Smacking away at the chest, I would notice it start to shake and seem to become pried from the ground it was seemingly glued to. Soon, the chest would become loose from the ground and I could easily pick it up. Throwing it over my shoulder and into my backpack, I would smile as I would turn around and not see the chest anywhere, meaning it had made it into my seemingly magical backpack.
Continuing to make my way deeper into the cave, I would finally come across my first set of stone, placing one of my torches into the dirt near the stone vein, I would take my pick out and begin to make steady work on the stone. Breaking into chunks, I would grab the stone and toss it in my bag as I broke it. Making quick work of all the stone, I would wipe the sweat from my forehead and climb my way out of the hole I had made and continue my journey further into the cave.
Laying rope where I need to ensure a safe way down and a safe way up, I would try my best to break any stone I came across. Not after I had broken my first stone clump, I had come across a different type of stone vein. Sitting within the stone there were little bits of visible orange chunks shining in the torch light. Slapping down a torch in the stoney walls, I would take my pick out and smack away at the vein. Picking up my first clump, a small message would appear in my head saying "Copper Ore 1." Not really caring what this was called our what it could be used for, I simply grabbed up all of the strange orange stone known as copper ore and grabbed up all of the stone in the area as well.
Not much more cool things happened to me after having found the copper ore. Pretty much it had been the same process all the way down, place rope, move deeper into the mine, grab stone, copper and now even iron, and repeat. Fairly boring up until I saw something wooden in the distance. Up until this point, I had been extremely lucky with not coming across any enemies like that rotting creature from the surface or even that "slime" but that luck had run dry. Before the wooden structure deep beneath the surface, there was a large red gelatinous being moving in a similar way to the one that had ruptured my skull hours before. Looking at this thing, my mind quickly raced to decipher the feelings that boiled up. I begun to breathe heavily and my heart seemed like it would pop. I quickly shoved my pick into the same space where my spear was, occupying the empty space of my hands with the very spear I had found not even an hour earlier. For some reason the spear seemed to be light as if I could jab the enemy with much more ease. Slowly making my way to the slime, I would begin to crazily stab at the red slime in an attempt to kill it. To my surprise, the spear easily went through the slime and came out of it, pushing it back. After around fifteen strikes, the slime ran out of energy and its form shattered leaving a small assortment of copper round objects I would later find out to be copper coins, a common currency of this world and a sticky blue substance. Shoving both into my backpack, I would open the door to the vacant structure. Inside was falling apart walls, an incomplete roof with a super thin spot in the area near the door and an empty chandelier that swung from the air coming from the cave.
Walking through the home, my head would get caught in the cobwebs that lined the roof, swatting them away with my spear they would simply be tossed to the side as I traversed further into this home. As I got closer to the back of the room, I would notice a stairway leading to a second floor. Choosing to go down it rather than look at what was beyond the steps I was rewarded with a golden chest. The simple shine of the golden chest was enough for me to feel as though this trip had not been a waste. Rubbing my hands together, I would open up the unlocked chest to reveal a plethora of items. The first thing I noticed was the eyeball that sat in the chest. It seemed like it was still alive. Struggling to wrap my head around what this was, I picked it up. It was weightless and had no smell, but had a slimey and odd feel to it. Tossing it in my bag, I looked through the rest of the items. None of them caught my eye except for a simple mirror that was not reflecting a single thing. Grabbing a hold of the mirror, I would gaze into it noticing that what was shown on the mirror was actually the same location I had first woken up, surprised by this, I continued to look, not noticing that particles began to appear around me. Only noticing these when it was too late, I was swiftly teleported out of the outpost and back onto the surface where the sun was rising over the mountains.