Capítulo 260: Good Riddance, Holy Mark!

They were mad hunting dogs, hungry for Justice and he their prey. Jack could almost hear his pursuers closing in. They had definitely escaped the Terracotta Dungeon by now. 

— Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! — 

It was raining so much that some players were probably considering building a survival Ark and perhaps gathering cat girls for the journey. Only he knew that the Old Elemental would soon stop. 

— Rumble! — 

The torrential rain had created a small muddy river already. He chuckled as he entered the mine, knowing the paladins would have to stain their prized armors to follow. 

He expected silence and quiet, but there was unexpectedly someone there. 

— Clang! Clang! Clang! — 

There was a young boy hard at work in the abandoned mine shaft. He swung a primitive pickaxe at the wall with wild determination: stick, rope, and pointy-ish rock. 

Jack had so many questions: 

1. Why mine regular rock?