Waking up after who knows how long.
I opened my eyes to the familiar stony surface of the cave, or was that the ceiling?
Nevertheless, feeling a salty water drop drip onto my face, I licked it off and got up.
I slept much better than I expected as I was in the middle of a cave and the floor was made of stone.
The floor could be more comfortable now, God my back hurts.
But maybe that could be attributed to the fact that in the deep caves there was nothing but silence.
Sitting up I smiled in the middle of the cave and immediately cracked my back.
Crack! Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Hearing the satisfying noise come from my back I forced myself to get up.
Well not really forced as somehow I was already fully awake.
But shrugging off that as being something inhuman now.
Smiling slightly uncomfortably at how the dying embers of the slime were still burning I decided to hold off on going on my master plan.
Which consisted of burning the slimes into some sort of sludge.
And with how they produced no smoke there was no pollution in the atmosphere.
It seemed like that burning the slimes wouldn't be counterintuitive.
But I don't think I wanted to be trapped in a burning hell.
Yet...
Opening my inventory I took out the egg which hadn't reacted at all since my dropping into this world.
The God of Fun and Games had told me to specifically take care of this egg somehow but I actually had no fricking idea how.
So I just put it back into my inventory.
Not before trying to put my blood on it for what seemed the thirtieth time.
Moving towards the makeshift wall my forehead had a sweat drop which I don't know how survived my burning black hair.
I had set up several makeshift walls as an insurance but with the cracks in the final one...
What could I say but that they were determined?
Feeling the cracks run across the entire wall I peeked through one of the many holes which I had left behind.
Seeing how the slimes had seemingly forgotten about my presence or basically de aggroed on me.
My eyes were attracted to the one thing that was past the death field of bouncing acidic several ton weighing slimes.
A freaking underground forest with glowing trees.
But the only thing that I was interested in was that there was for some reason a house in the middle of the forest.
So smiling like all good natured people do.
I took out my pickaxe and started to mine.
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Breaking through the opposite wall near the forest I breathed a sigh of relief.
I had taken great measures this time to prevent myself from entering a trance like last time so that I don't accidentally miss my initial destination.
Turning a few times to reorient myself it had the unintended effect of exposing me to various slimes.
But I quickly patched those holes up.
Even if I had incredible skill with the blade these slimes were incredibly healthy and even one wrong touch from them would send me to the grave.
Blinking dumbly, I belatedly realized I could respawn.
I could just die again and respawn somewhere else.
It was a bit to late now.
And I didn't want to die.
And the curiosity was a bit to much to bear at this point and had nothing to do with the fact that I didn't want to experience death again and that chilling coldness that seemed to permeate throughout my bones no sirree.
Sneaking through the forest of glowing trees I slowly opened the door after breaking through a nearby wall without alerting the squishy inhabitants of the place.
Peeking through the gap my black flaming hair somehow miraculously didn't burn the wood.
Although I made it so that the flames didn't burn anything around them through self control I was still careful nonetheless.
Staring at the insides of the old cabin I was slightly surprised that the cabin was abandoned.
Although that might've been because of the many slimes inhabiting the place now.
Sensing the bleak and dreary atmosphere I entered it and closed the door behind me and looked around.
Scratch that.
It seemed the owner of this cabin had already passed.
Looking at the skeleton that was broken and brittle and covered in tattered and broken rags.
It seemed as if time hadn't been kind to you unknown person.
It was as if the slightest wrong touch could cause the skeleton to dissipate.
It was honestly a miracle that the skeleton had been preserved this long without being covered in the natural preservative of earth.
Praying to the poor soul that had died alone in the underground for a moment, I stood there.
'I pray that you had a safe trip to the afterlife'
And I don't know if my prayers had an effect but a strange energy passed through my body.
Before the dark and dreary aura had lifted being replaced by a slightly light hearted one.
Blinking at the strange sensation that just came and went I ignored it in favor of looking at the current scene.
The cabin despite being abandoned was still in good shape.
'Good thing I practiced some wood working when I was...'
Rolling up my non existent sleeves I slapped my forehead.
'Man sometimes I think I'm an idiot'
Grabbing my axe from my inventory I got ready to start reforming the wooden cabin.
Walking out of the cabin with my axe I slammed the axe into the tree happily about to practice a different type of weapon.
Only for the axe to not even sink into the freaking glowing tree.
Staring at the tree with dead eyes I sighed.
Looking it over.
It was a tall tree that was much taller than I thought it would when they were literally underground.
But hey, who was I to judge about evolution?
Touching the glowing purple bark and seeing the neon blue leaves that looked positively alien.
I turned away as my axe was literally unable to break it.
Only to suddenly dash back and slam my axe into the tree chipping off a part of the bark.
Smiling at how it was actually working I started to practice I different type of method of attack.
Charged attacks.
Solidly planting my legs into the ground I grabbed the handle of my copper axe tightly and swiveled my core.
And thus began my chopping maniac spree consisting of swinging my axe so hard I'm pretty sure I made it a blunt hammer.
Also known as deforestation with an axe that looks like a hammer.
Like I wasn't kidding when I came back from my trance that my axe became a hammer.
Watching the very same axe literally DISINTEGRATE in front of my eyes I just stared at my copped dust filled hand.
Popping my mouth I stared at the piles of wood that were scattered here and there.
Staring at how the axe just dissipated I grabbed a log, turned it into planks and formed a crafting table.
Which I placed down used my copious amounts of stone to make several furnaces.
Threw down whatever was meltable into the several furnaces.
Threw several logs of wood into them and hoped they burnt and in the meantime made a new axe.
To continue my deforestation efforts of course.
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Tree that has forgotten to drop its fruits of cultivation.