On the dark street, Mersin used the light of the torch to carefully identify the patterns on the coins.
After confirming that she really got an undercurrent silver coin, she screamed happily.
With this huge sum of money, Mersin did not buy any beautiful clothes, comfortable shoes, nor did he buy one or two pieces of jewelry that every girl would have.
What she bought was a bunch of tools that would only be used by those who work in the mines.
Rock climbing picks, a huge mining hat with a headlamp, a not thick but extremely tough spider silk rope, a rock knife for driving away wild animals, and a lot of buckles and candles.
In this pile of things, except for the buckles and ropes, which were new, they were all second-hand things. Even so, she only had a dozen undercurrent copper coins left in her hand.
The seller kindly gave her a bag. She carried these things back to her cave, spread them out one by one on the ground, and concentrated on planning her path.
Since her grandmother passed away, no one has stopped her from climbing the cave, not even the black-robed clergy from the Undercurrent Sect.
Whenever he was caught by the patrols of Dark Star City, Mersin would crack his mouth open after receiving a fat beating, showing his half-broken tiger teeth and smile like a self-mockery, and then he would be nursed back to health under the care of his neighbors. Injury, and then climb the black caves above the dome.
She rubbed her nose, packed her gear, put on the mining hat that was completely disproportionate to her body shape, and ran out.
"Borg! Here are ten black mushroom pancakes! Wrap them up for me!"
Borg, who was rolling out the cake, glanced at Mersin, sighed and went to prepare the cake.
"Mersin, you are not young anymore. Don't always go through those worm holes. Why don't you find a decent family to marry and live a good life?"
Mersin took advantage of Borg to put cakes into the insect skin bag, took a piece of insect leg meat in front of him, stuffed it into his mouth, and spoke slurred words.
"Life? What is life? Have you seen what the sun looks like in this dark cocoon?"
Borg saw Mersin's cheeks twitching, but he chose to ignore it and handed the cake to Mersin.
"Live a good life, can I put it another way?"
Mersin pouted and took the cake: "Is it wrong to want to know what the outside of the cocoon looks like?"
"Yes, but you can't dig around in those borer holes all your life, right? Have you never thought of doing anything else in your life?"
"This is the first thing I want to do. After I finish it, I will consider what you said about getting married and living a happy life!"
Mersin ran away. She just wanted to see what it was like outside the cocoon. Even if she took a first look, she would come back like other girls, get married, have children, and quarrel with her dirty husband.
She didn't believe what the church said. There was a terrifying hell outside the cocoon. Even if it was hell, she still had to take a look.
Dark Star City has many exits, some of which were dug by miners. These holes are also the main passages connecting other cities.
There are also some exits dug by borers. Although the guards of Dark Star City will discover these holes during frequent inspections and fill them in, there are still holes that can slip through.
What Mersin is going to today is her exclusive cave.
This was also a hole dug by a borer, but it was hidden by Mersin. The reason why it was hidden was because this hole was connected to a rare upward hole.
It's not like she hasn't encountered upward holes before, but those holes will be discovered by the guards and filled in before she can finish exploring them.
Carefully lifting the camouflage, the hole as tall as a person appeared in front of Mersin. She walked in and carefully blocked the camouflage at the entrance.
Candles were precious and she had to wait until she was completely blind before lighting her headlamp.
This is the second time Mersin has explored this cave. The previous times he was forced to turn back because the candle was about to run out.
After walking for about half an hour, the city firelight that filtered through the gaps in the camouflage had completely lost its effect, so Mersin lit the candle on his headlamp.
There are many forked roads in front of us, and the holes dug by borer are connected together, like a maze.
Mersin took out a piece of insect skin and compared the forked road in front of him on the simple route map marked on it.
"This way..."
Borers have habits that Mersin can't figure out, such as digging holes.
They seemed to be looking for something, at least to Mersin.
A slope appeared in the cave and began to extend upwards. Mersin drew out his rock knife, ready to deal with the borers that would burst out of the ground at any time.
Soon, she reached the hole that intersected with the existing hole and went straight up.
She took out the coiled spider silk rope, prepared the safety buckle, put away the rock knife and replaced it with a rock climbing pick. After jumping twice to make sure everything was secure, she climbed up along the hole.
In order to save safety buckles, she would only knock a buckle into the crevices of the rocks every ten meters. These disposable items were very important. Last time, she bought an old buckle, which caused her to drop it in an accident. Go down.
That impact forcefully pulled these old buttons out of the rock crevices, deformed them, and flew them out.
If Mersin hadn't lost everything to reduce her weight during the fall, the last buckle holding her would have collapsed. She didn't even know where she would have fallen down the straight hole. .
She climbed slowly but carefully. She yearned for the outside, but compared to her own life, she still wanted to be alive.
I don’t know how long I climbed. When I was tired, Mersin would hang on the rope to sleep. When I was hungry, I would eat on the rope. Although it would be very strenuous to do so, Mersin felt that it was bearable.
Eventually, when the number of candles is lower than the return amount, the hole turns a sharp angle and begins to move downward.
This is not good news.
According to Mersin's estimate, she climbed more than a thousand meters this time.
She didn't know if she was on the verge of a cocoon, so she put out the candle and meditated in the darkness.
"What the hell! What if the difference is only one meter!?"
She lit the candle again and looked at the rock wall above her head.
There were fine water droplets on the rock wall, and they were slowly crawling along the slope, which made Mersin open his eyes wide.
Without hesitation, she raised the rock climbing pick and started carving into the rock wall above her head.
The wet rocks could still scratch out sparks, and Mersin exerted all his strength, like a man trying to get out of a difficult situation.
There was a bang, and suddenly darkness fell in front of her eyes. Mersin felt that she was in a turbulent underground river, and the water washed away her powerfully.
She could no longer react and could only keep breathing desperately.
After a few minutes, the water flow stopped, but Mersin was not out of danger, because the large hole she dug was flowing with sand.
What Mersin, who was desperately trying to survive, didn't know was that the rushing sand waterfall affected the sand dunes above. The slowly flowing sand dunes drove a spaceship sitting on it, and next to the sand dunes, there was a discovery spacecraft. Schliemann slid away, howling in anger.
