Chapter 4: Using the Dimensional Door >

‘Is it really true that one goblin gives only 0.01%?’

Should I call the increased value, which has only grown as much as a flea's liver, a reward? It's too meager.

However, in the case of the pickaxe Picon, the proficiency increases by 1 per goblin, and the synchronization also increases proportionally.

‘If you think about it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad…’

Obiwan held the pickaxe and looked at the goblin corpse. Though it was disgusting and grotesque, to him, it looked like an unscratched lottery ticket. A lottery ticket with a 100% chance of winning!

He extracted a mana stone from the goblin's chest. This is used to create artifacts, training, and other offensive and defensive weapons.

Since goblins are low-level monsters, the price is not high. Even so, Obiwan's fingertips trembled as he held the mana stone.

His salary is 230, but he just earned 120 from the fight. A sense of futility washed over him, thinking, "I've been wasting my life until now." But this soon turned into an exhilarating excitement. The important thing was the bright and hopeful future ahead.

*

It looks like an ordinary pickaxe.

A handle made of wood, about a meter long. At both ends, metal of different lengths and shapes gleamed.

‘The legacy of Milamunt…’

He couldn’t read the status window properly while fighting the goblin.

Was it called Picon? As he recalled it, the status window appeared.

A few things about the pickaxe caught his eye.

If the characteristics are real, it would be a real windfall.

It means that just by carrying the pickaxe and digging around, he could become rich.

The only drawback is the narrow range, but wouldn’t it get wider as proficiency increases?

This was just a guess, and to confirm it, he needed to increase his proficiency.

Even though it was an item of unknown grade, he decided to use the pickaxe as a weapon.

Obiwan stood up and, following the tip, recalled ‘Affiliation.’

Surprisingly, the pickaxe Picon disappeared, and instead, an alien feeling spread over his right arm.

Looking down at his shirt shoulder, he saw a pickaxe tattoo about the size of a finger slanted there.

‘What is this…’

He recalled ‘Summon.’ This time, a light cluster appeared in his right hand, and the pickaxe instantly materialized. The tattoo disappeared.

Late but firmly, he slapped his cheeks.

A numb feeling spread through his cheeks, and his mind felt clearer. This was definitely not a dream.

‘So, the pickaxe in my hand becomes a tattoo, and the tattoo reappears as light in my hand…’

If someone told him this story, he would have called them crazy.

It was that unrealistic.

After several tests, Obiwan finally lost interest in the pickaxe.

He then looked over the status window.

The reuse time for the dimensional door is 6 hours.

The location changes based on the place where it is opened and closed.

For Milamunt,

This was written. He licked his lips and then recalled ‘Obiwan’ himself.

That’s all. It was quite an unhelpful status window.

Obiwan’s gaze, after taking a deep breath, turned towards the inside of the cave. His large pupils couldn’t even guess the end. But to open the dimensional door again, he had to stay here for a full day.

Since just standing around would be a waste of time, Obiwan decided to explore the cave to test the pickaxe’s abilities.

‘The more I think about it, the more amazing it is.’

He didn’t just kill a goblin but also obtained the treasure, the pickaxe Picon.

And the synchronization value seems to make him stronger.

Isn’t this a completely different life from yesterday?

He dropped out of high school, had only two suits, and his coworkers, who used to ignore him, saying, "Why do you look so useless?" Even the team leader, Kim, who used to exploit his team members. As he recalled them one by one, the corner of his mouth rose involuntarily.

‘Should I throw my resignation in their faces, or…’

Maybe just cut off contact. But then he wouldn’t get his severance pay. He chuckled, enjoying the thought.

After walking about 10 minutes into the cave,

A small needle appeared on the status window, like a compass.

It pointed to 2 o'clock.

‘Is this the characteristic of the pickaxe Picon!’

The distance was displayed in numbers below the needle.

And the number decreased with each step.

15m, 14, 13…

At that moment, an ominous sound hit his eardrums.

“Grrr.”

A monster in the distance was drooling like a dog and glaring at Obiwan.

It looked like a goblin but was different.

The monster, equipped with proper armor and a massive axe, was none other than a hobgoblin.

He stood proudly like a general exactly where Picon indicated. To check what mineral was under his feet, Obiwan had to either kill or drive him away.

Although Obiwan had dealt with three goblins, he had just awakened and didn’t know how to fight properly. The taekwondo he learned as a child wouldn’t match the size difference with the hobgoblin.

As Obiwan hesitated, he slowly took a step back.

The hobgoblin also closed the distance. When Obiwan turned to run, the hobgoblin roared and chased after him. The sight of the hobgoblin chasing him with a massive axe was terrifying. Fighting such a monster would be insane.

Fortunately, the hobgoblin was surprisingly slow. Either Obiwan was fast, or the distance was gradually increasing.

As he caught his breath, his fear began to subside, and confidence started to rise.

Obiwan thought of a way to kill the hobgoblin.

The only weapon he had was the pickaxe Picon. To kill the hobgoblin, he had to use it.

But getting close to stab him would be suicidal. Suddenly, a scene from a movie flashed in Obiwan’s mind.

“Summon!”

A light cluster formed, and the pickaxe appeared in his hand.

He stopped running and turned around.

The hobgoblin, startled, stopped and looked at the pickaxe Picon greedily. Then he started to charge madly.

Obiwan gripped the pickaxe with both hands and pulled the blade back until it touched his back. Like releasing a taut bowstring, he twisted his waist to create a recoil. As he let go, the pickaxe spun and shot towards the hobgoblin at a terrifying speed.

Whirrr!

“Go!”

Thud.

The handle hit the armor on the hobgoblin’s chest, and the sharp blade buried itself in the ground.

“…”

A complete failure.

But it didn’t matter.

“Affiliation!”

He immediately summoned the pickaxe Picon, which returned to the tattoo on his arm.

But it failed again. If it missed, he would run and increase the distance, repeating the affiliation and summoning while throwing the pickaxe.

‘It will hit eventually!’

And it did, sooner than expected.

Whirrr!

Thud!

“Guaaah!”

The impact of the charge made the hobgoblin’s body fly up. With a thud, the hobgoblin hit the ground, and the blade of the pickaxe Picon was firmly embedded in his head.

But something was strange about Picon’s proficiency.

Even though he killed the hobgoblin, the proficiency increased by only 1, the same as a regular goblin.

After some thought, he concluded:

The target of the mining doesn’t matter.

*

The mana stone from the hobgoblin was 80 after tax.

Including the three goblins, he had earned 2 million won so far.

In less than half a day, he had surpassed his monthly salary.

But the real thing was still to come.

‘Picon’s mineral detection!’

Obiwan headed to where he met the hobgoblin.

The compass reappeared, and he arrived at the spot where the distance was 0.

It was a seemingly ordinary cave floor.

‘Let’s see what’s under it.’

He summoned Picon and dug into the ground with all his strength.

The stone floor was easily penetrated, probably due to his increased strength.

Clang! Clang!

The angle is crucial in mining. It’s important to hit the ground vertically. If not, the blade can bounce off and injure your wrist or leg.

Once, Obiwan had worked various odd jobs and was familiar with mining.

When the ground was dug to the depth of his calves, a sharp metallic sound and a shock traveled through his hands.

“Ah!”

He used the blade on the opposite side of the pickaxe to break and scrape off the metal-covered rocks. Finally, the mineral appeared.

“This… is black iron?”

A black metal.

A metal often found in dungeons.

Black iron, with its excellent mana resistance and durability, is a relatively expensive metal used for weapons and armor.

His hands moved quickly.

After digging frantically, he obtained a chunk of black iron about the size of two fists.

‘At this size… it should be worth 8 million won!’

It was a large sum for Obiwan. Moreover, seeing the infinite possibilities of the pickaxe Picon made his heart swell.

Finally…

“My life is blooming!”

Or rather, the minerals were blooming.

The dimensional door and the pickaxe Picon.

With his awakening, a life reversal was within reach.

A luckier moment than winning the lottery.

But even in such times, one must be careful.

One could die a dog’s death fighting a monster.

‘Let’s learn something and come back.’

The reuse time for the dimensional door is 6 hours.

After waiting, he opened the dimensional door.

Would the novice hunters still be there?

He had to be cautious.

Thinking the floor would be less noticeable than the air, he lay flat on the ground and slowly peeked through the door.

Fortunately, no one was there.

Obiwan decided to leave.

Crossing the dimensional door, Obiwan’s mind became complicated again.

Strangely, the circle and altar drawn on the floor had completely disappeared.

The boss room was completely empty.

After scanning the area, Obiwan left the room, his nerves on edge.

*

Outside the dungeon, it was a dark night. The only sound was the chirping of insects, and the surroundings were silent.

Once outside, the first thing he did was turn on his phone.

23 missed calls.

Three from his younger sister, two from unknown numbers, and the rest from Team Leader Kim.

He called his younger sister first.

– Big brother! Why didn’t you answer the phone!

“I had a reason. Is everything okay?”

– What reason? Did you eat?

“I did… and I’m coming up today.”

– Already? Okay, be careful. I’m working, so I’ll hang up.

She must be working at a convenience store. Obiwan smiled and decided to keep quiet. He hadn’t earned any money yet, and he hadn’t obtained a hunter’s license.

Beep.

As soon as he ended the call with his sister, his phone vibrated. It was Team Leader Kim. Without hesitation, he pressed the accept button.

“Obiwan here…"

– Hey, you bastard! Are you crazy? Are you crazy?