AlterWorld: A newborn GOD. A LitRPG Series (Book 8) by Rus D

Author:Rus, D.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

Attention! You have processed 0.35 cubic feet of rock

You have received: 0.007 Standard Faith Points

Mining profession: 0+0.1

Randy put a silken scarf over his face and started working like a windmill, digging into the rock at the speed of lightning. Wow! That dude was a whiz! Such was the difference between skilled players and high-payers. With his plain copper-and-silver pick, he was monkey-stomping me. And that's despite me wielding a mithril gadget buffed to the nines!

I sharply sped up, making my muscles process pure faith on top of blood and oxygen. My DPS reached three hits per second. The logs were full of numbers, calculating income and expenses, and the account balance slowly waned.

Three minutes later, I heard the chiming of a bell: my mining skill went up. Output rose by ten percent, but the next level requirements turned out to be twice as high. I had to process double the amount of rock. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen each time, or I'd have to turn a few planetary systems to dust to reach just one hundred points. Two to the power of one hundred was a number with thirty zeroes. I didn't even know its name. After a trillion, it was all guesses...

Randy had already outstripped me by a few lengths and furrowed through the stone like a drill. I didn't really want to inhale the primal matter. That crap was more aggressive than all cancer and stem cells put together. What if I grew something unnecessary or became a mutant?

I had to focus my imagination and conjure a protective half-mask. Thankfully, after a series of pandemics in the twenties, even a child knew its design.

While I was carving a coffin-shaped niche in the rock, Randy had expanded our newfangled mine face to the human standard: eight feet high, three feet wide. That size wasn't accidental—those dimensions were perfectly suited for swinging a pickaxe. The golden mean. More would be a luxury, but less meant reduced efficiency.

One hour of painstaking work had passed. Having traveled sixty feet into the rock and slightly widened the shaft, we decided to take a break.

Despite my increased skill, I wasn't processing rock any faster. With each foot, its density increased. If my pickaxe weren't mithril, I would be helplessly scraping the stone already. After all, it was no ordinary ore but a structure imbued with pure faith. They really should be making bank vault doors out of it...

I decided to cut a few thousand bricks of it after we got even deeper. On Earth, a wall half a brick thick would probably survive max-caliber fire from a battleship's guns.

My skill reached level five. The interface kept buzzing from time to time, informing me of the discovered nuggets. There was nothing especially large or valuable—just fossils or remains of past glory. The biggest nugget I found only cost about fifteen fops, so I was in the red thus far.

After all, I wasn't simply imbuing my blows with Faith but also maintaining a passable level of comfort

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