《Cold Steel Dig》Chapter 3: You Die, You Learn
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As soon as the main cavern came into focus I ran to Merchant Meeks’ desk and slapped it.
He closed his book and looked at me expectantly.
“Why didn't you tell me I had to die to leave the cave?”
“How could I know ye didn't?”
“I don't know anything. I didn't know that sometimes rocks fall off other rocks and—.”
“—Miss Knight, dying is how ye get the knowin’ of things in this world. And dying is how ye begin anew.”
I couldn't accept that. “How do I avoid dying?”
“By knowin’ ahead, thinkin’ ahead and bein’ quick on yer feet. But ye’ll still die. Nothin’ fer it.”
My hands shook. Despite the pain and terror of death, I had to go back into that mine. Matt was in the Garden of 1000 Kindnesses but I couldn’t trust it to be kind to him at all.
I went to number 7 this time and willed myself down but nothing happened. I stared at Merchant Meeks.
“Don’t go lookin’ at me like I betrayed ye.” He pointed at the ground next to me. The number 6 was lit on each of the floor squares. “Ye’ve claimed that mine now, It’s yers. But ye be careful. It changes with every death.”
I nodded.
“And be sure ye pay up ‘fore ye leave.”
Oh, right! I stepped back up to his table and handed him my Gluttonous Nickel.
“40 more to go.”
Someone tapped my shoulder and I screamed. I turned to see a creepy, potbellied fairy with bluish skin and polished obsidian eyes.
“Wh-What are you? Where did you come from?”
“I’ve been here the whole time, Miss Knight, you just haven’t seen me. I’m Tasker Phenic.”
“A-Are there other things I haven’t seen?”
He smiled showing rows of black needle-teeth. “Many.”
As cold tingles ran down my spine I automatically scrutinized the room, searching for invisible monsters.
“So,” I tried to say casually. “What do you do?”
“I give you tasks. Your first is killing a Man Faced Spider and bringing me it’s carapace. Complete it and I’ll hand over a magic crystal that can save you from death. But be careful, the more of them you use before dying, the more you have to use.”
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What? A chance to avoid death?
“Alright, I’ll do it.” I walked to one of the blocks marked with a 6 and glanced back.
Phenic flew next to Meeks and they exchanged something gold.
They were betting on me and against me. I wanted to stop them, to say something, but it was pointless.
I willed myself into the mine and appeared at the top of a long tunnel.
My mini-map showed that down 3 and to my left 1 was some kind of energy bubble and behind it were two boulders of nickel, there for the taking. I didn’t want to touch the energy just yet, in case it was some kind of explosive so I mined around it, quickly collecting the ore.
Up close, the energy appeared as glowing green ripples in a pond, if the pond’s surface was 3 dimensional and floated in mid-air.
“The only way to learn is by doing.”
I willed myself into its square. It popped, creating hundreds of small bubbles that rushed into my pickaxe. Its durability said 40/40, and a feeling similar to stepping into icy air conditioning on a hot summer’s day overwhelmed me.
“Okay, so I need to save these until the last possible moment because I don’t know how often I’ll find them,” I said. “... And now I’m talking to myself.”
I sighed and moved down a few blocks, then I noticed a spider on my minimap trapped in a 4 block vertical corridor with a boulder to the left and near the top. I really wanted anything that could prevent death.
I moved down to the block above the boulder and waited.
After a few heart-pounding moments the spider in my minimap crawled down to the bottom of the pit. Within a blink, I stepped into the block’s area, destroying it, and freeing the boulder for rolling. After moving over and down I rolled the boulder into the corridor. It tumbled down crushing the nasty insect.
“Whoop!”
A black shell with a very fleshed out human face grown on it flew into my cargo satchel.
Then I noticed two more nickel boulders down 3 and left 5. they were surrounded by boulders and a very solid and uncarved block of stone. I figured, that if I was quick enough I could get in and out before the rocks collapsed. It would also make me square with Meeks.
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I would risk it.
Clutching my pickaxe tight, I traveled to the precarious area.
For a solid minute, I stared at the two boulders, working up the courage to risk getting crushed again.
“I can do this!”
I bolted into the two nickel boulders. They wobbled, but I immediately flew out. The stones collapsed. I flew back through several blocks to avoid the avalanche I’d created.
A massive black spider with a human face on its back crawled into my space from below me. I sucked in a breath.
It jumped forward and dug its fangs into my shoulder.
My blood boiled. Screams echoed through my body. Darkness.
As I once again faced the gray world of the reaper, my heartbeat slowed. I stared up at Mr. Black’s uncaring face.
“Would you care to continue, Miss Knight?”
I would get no sympathy here, but I didn’t want to go back into the mine.
Still, I said, “Yes.”
***
“Are we even now?” I asked.
Merchant Meeks grinned. “Yes, miss. Be sure ye come back when ye have inventory worth 100 coins so I can exchange yer pickaxe fer a better one.”
“I will.”
I handed over the spider carapace to Phenic and a Death Saving Crystal appeared in my inventory. I needed to only use it when I had to, or when I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Your next task is to find and destroy a Fae Mushroom Trap. They will make you briefly hallucinate before killing you.”
“How do I destroy that?”
“The same way you destroyed the spider.”
A woman cleared her throat behind me. I jerked towards the noise and saw a thin dark elf in purple trousers and a flowy silk shirt that reached her mid-thigh.
“Miss Knight. I’m Keymaster Korren. While you’re down there if you come across any boxes that happen to have keys in them would you kindly give those keys to me? I shall exchange your first two for a weapon. Then your next four for a better weapon.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do these weapons do?”
“A variety of exceedingly advantageous things. The most prevalent is to send a projectile through blocks to eradicate traps and monsters.”
“That sounds a little too good to be true.”
She smirked. “Well, they do require you to charge them with kinetic energy.”
“And, like, how do I go about doing that?”
“Why, by shattering 20 carved blocks, of course.”
I held out my hand. “Deal.”
“A pleasure.”
***
As soon as I entered the mine I noticed a box in my mini-map. I flew towards it shattering blocks as I went.
I froze when I saw it with my eyes for the first time. A massive crate made from gunstock stained oak filled a whole block. Magic symbols crawled all over its surface in an ethereal color changing scrawl.
I tried walking through it, as I did with everything, but it stayed in the same place. It didn’t even roll away like the boulders did. But. Maybe it would fall?
I knocked out the block under it and watched it break. A giant spider crawled out and immediately jumped toward me.
Time froze. A bell-like voice spoke in my mind.
You are about to die. Want me to save you?
The spider’s fangs were inches from my face, dripping poison. I swallowed, body shaking with fear.
“I think choosing death like this is worse than suddenly dying.”
Then you choose to continue?
I didn't want to die, especially not by a spider. But if I used it here and died in a few more blocks I would pointlessly be out a crystal.
Licking my parched lips, I said, “No.”
Burning pain. Screaming. Darkness.
And once again, I looked into the reaper’s world and the dark scythe-wielding thing within.
I sneered at Mr. Black’s cold face and wondered if, behind those black eyes, he laughed at me.
“Would you care to continue, Miss Knight?”
“Yes.”
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