Kain once again can be found inside of the goblin dungeon.
As Kain rounded a corner, he froze, spotting a lone goblin crouched near a pile of bones. Its green skin glistened in the dim light, and it clutched a rusted dagger in one clawed hand. From the size and demeanor, Kain guessed it was level 3—manageable.
Taking a slow breath, he crept closer, keeping his footsteps light on the uneven stone floor. When he was within striking distance, the goblin's ears twitched, and its head snapped up, yellow eyes narrowing as it snarled. Kain wasted no time, swinging his hammer in a wide arc. The weapon connected with the goblin's skull, the impact echoing through the cavern as the creature crumpled to the ground.
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Kain knelt and pulled his knife from his belt, carefully cutting into the goblin's chest to extract the mana core. The small, glowing orb pulsed faintly as he held it up to inspect it before slipping it into his pouch. He also grabbed the goblin's dagger—it was poorly made, but the metal could be melted down and repurposed.
Continuing deeper into the dungeon, Kain encountered another goblin, this one level 4. The creature stood with its back to him, inspecting the ground as if searching for something. Kain narrowed his eyes, an idea forming in his mind.
He gripped his knife, gauging the distance. If he could hit the goblin from here, it would save him the trouble of a direct confrontation. He raised his arm, took a deep breath, and let the blade fly. The knife spun through the air, striking the goblin squarely in the back. It let out a guttural scream, stumbling forward before collapsing.
A sudden warmth filled Kain's body, and a faint notification appeared in his mind:
[New Skill Acquired: Throwing]
Your precision has earned you the Throwing skill. Dexterity increases by 1 point every 2 levels.
Learn a new skill III
reward:1 stat point
Kain grinned, retrieving his knife from the goblin's body. It wasn't the most efficient kill, but it was effective. He extracted the mana core and pocketed it, feeling a spark of pride at his newfound skill.
The hours passed as Kain navigated the dungeon, taking down goblins one by one. Most were alone and easy to deal with, but he remained vigilant, knowing a stronger one could appear at any moment. His pouch grew heavier with mana cores, and he managed to collect a few rusted weapons along the way—daggers, a broken short sword, and even part of a shield.
befor traveling back to the dungeon's exit, Kain encountered his final challenge of the day: a level 6 goblin. The creature stood in the center of a wide chamber, its sharp eyes scanning the area. It hadn't noticed him yet, but Kain knew he'd have to be careful. The goblin was armed with a jagged spear, its movements deliberate and confident.
Kain gripped his hammer tightly, formulating a plan. He stayed low, circling around to get closer, but the goblin's keen senses picked up on his presence when he was still 30 feet away. It snarled and charged, its spear aimed directly at him.
Kain dodged to the side, the spear grazing his arm as he swung his hammer. The goblin twisted away, its movements faster and more calculated than the others he had fought. The battle was fierce, the goblin's strikes forcing Kain to stay on the defensive, but he refused to give up.
Kain, knocked onto his knees, made a desperate lunge, swinging his hammer upward and striking the goblin under the chin. The force of the strike sent the creature staggering back, providing Kain with the opening he needed. He hurled his knife, blade embedding itself in the gob's chest The creature let out a final shriek before collapsing.
Breathing heavily, Kain retrieved his knife and extracted the mana core. This one pulsed brighter than the others, a testament to the goblin's higher level.
As he emerged from the dungeon into the fading light of day, Kain's pouch was filled with mana cores and his mind with the satisfaction of hard-earned progress. The notification in his head told him he had gained enough experience to advance toward level 5. He smiled faintly, his tired body already planning his next venture. This was the life of an adventurer—and he was just getting started
Daily mission complete
Kill 10 monsters
10/10
Reward:1 stat point, 1 Skill point.
Kill 10 Goblins V
59/50
Reward: 1Skill point
Kill 10 Goblins VI
59/60
Reward: 1Skill point
Statues
Name: Kain Race: Human Age:14
Level 5:35/300
Hp:30
MP;25
Vitality: 3
Strength:6
Defense:3
Stamina:5
Agility:7
Dexterity :3(+1)
Intelligence:5
Carisma :1
Perception:1
Stat points:5(+3 for leveling)
Skill points:3
Abilities:
Regeneration 2%, Running: level 4, pain tolerance: level 2, sleight of hand level 3, Hammer mastery level 4 Reshaping level 1.Sharpening level 1, Inspection level 2,throwing 1
6 level 2 goblins +0 exp ,5 level 3 +50 exp ,3 level 4+60exp, 1 level 5 +30exp ,1 level 6 +40 exp ,+180Exp in total
Kain made his way back to Vulcans, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fatigue. Having leveled up to level 5 after a grueling battle in the goblin dungeon, he now carried a cloth sack filled with 16 mana cores, each one glowing faintly with ethereal energy. the scrap sword, scrap shield, scrap daggers, and scrap spears were being carried. His trusted blacksmithing hammer, though worn, remained securely at his side.
As he approached Vulcans, he could feel the weight of his journey lifting slightly. The city was alive with the sound of commerce, blacksmiths' hammers ringing out as Vulcan crafted weapons and armor, . The air was thick with the smell of forge fires, welcoming Kain back to The workshop.
Upon arriving at Vulcan Forge, Kain felt the heavy weight of exhaustion settling into his bones. The first thing he did was make his way to the small closet he had been calling home. As soon as he lay down, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, providing his body the much-needed rest after the intense battles in the goblin dungeon.
When he awoke, the sun had risen higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the cluttered workshop. Kain stretched, feeling slightly refreshed, and immediately set to work. He gathered the scrap sword, shield, daggers, and spears he had scavenged from the goblins. Each piece of metal was dinged and tarnished, showing its age and history of use in battle. While it wasn't the finest quality, Kain knew how to make the most of what he had.
He fired up the forge, the familiar roar and heat of the flames giving him a sense of purpose. Carefully, he started to melt down the scraps, watching as the metal transformed into a molten state. One by one, he poured the liquid metal into molds to create ingots. Each ingot, now cooled and solidified, represented the potential for new and greater things.
With a small pile of ingots in front of him, Kain felt a surge of determination. These ingots were more than just metal; they were the outcome of his trials and battles, a testament to his growing strength and skills. He knew that from these humble beginnings, he could forge something , something that could aid him in his continued journey and challenges ahead.
Taking a moment to plan, Kain considered what he needed most. Armor to protect himself in upcoming battles? Or perhaps a powerful weapon to give him an edge? The possibilities were endless, but with his blacksmithing hammer in hand, Kain knew he could face whatever came next.
Kain decides that his first project will be a metal chest plate, but before he can start, he needs to get some leather scraps for the straps. Heading to the guild, he immerses himself in the bustling crowd. adventurers haggle for supplies, and the smell of cooked food wafts through the air. Kain finds receptionist , after some negotiation, leaves with a bundle of leather scraps. costing him 13 copper.
Back at Vulcan Forge, Kain begins his task with eager determination. He's still learning the trade, and every step is a new lesson. Lighting the forge, he gives himself a moment to recall the techniques he's been taught. Melting the metal down and shaping it into a chest plate is no small feat, especially for someone still finding his footing as a blacksmith.
The first attempt yields a piece that's too brittle, cracking under the hammer. Discouraged but not defeated, Kain analyses where he went wrong. He adjusts the temperature of the forge, tweaking his techniques based on what he learned from his mistakes. The second attempt is better, but still not quite right - the chest plate is too heavy and cumbersome.
Through persistence and trial and error, Kain finally manages to create a chest plate that's both sturdy and manageable. With the chest plate now shaped, he carefully attaches the leather straps, ensuring they're secure and adjustable. Each get replaced with two steps steps brings him closer to mastering his craft.
Wearing the newly forged chest plate, Kain feels a mix of pride and readiness. Though the journey to crafting it was fraught with mistakes.