"What should I write on the message board at the 80th square?" Mike pondered in front of the message board, considering how to boast appropriately.
[Thor: I came, I saw, I conquered.]
Still thrilling with his boast-and-dash approach, Mike quickly moved on to the 81st square.
[The miners here are not in good shape; provoking them could lead to a pointless fight.]
Inside the mine, a group of bedraggled miners were resting. Each bore injuries, their bandages darkened with grime, some missing limbs, others leaning on crutches. It was a grim sight.
As Mike entered the mine, he immediately caught the attention of the miners, many of whom looked at him warily.
An older middle-aged man, clearly the leader of the group, stepped forward. Given the high casualty rate among miners, those who survived long enough often gained immense respect and naturally assumed leadership roles.