Bab 83: Game Alias, Pioneer

Rough huge rocks were stashed at the side, and gray powder particles shrouded the newly excavated construction site.

Hammering sounds filled the air as weak green Goblins carried rocks their size and hobbled along.

A pair of hands grasped a hammer that had no handle and knocked on a chisel that was stuck in a rock in a bid to break it into smaller pieces.

Without the protection of the wooden handle, he grasped the metal handle that was forged with spiral grooves to increase friction.

With this design, every action of hammering was physical torture.

There were about twenty similar Goblins at the construction site.

It looked as though the Goblins were living through hell.

But if you listened to their conversations…

"I'm so happy. After carrying this rock, I'm completing my mission."