"Dagstan, you will come first," Tom said, pouring all the stones that he still had on a small blanket he made by tearing the stones bag apart. On it, all of the magic containers that were still remaining were left, with the obvious exception of the few golden ones from the fight with Faunaris.
"Yes, boss," the middle-aged man replied, approaching the blanket.
Thankfully, he didn't grab any of the stones in a stupid attempt at raising his level. Even if he missed the events at the seventieth floor, he still could see that the math wouldn't add up just by counting the number of stones and the number of people that Tom wanted to bring to level one hundredth.
"Slime, you are up," Tom said, feeding the first grade six stones to his uncommon pet. Then, after the monster took a moment to start dissolving the stone into raw energy, Tom gently pressed his spear against it.
And with that, I'm starting my 1-2 weeks break (not sure yet, 1 week minimum, 2week maks, we will see) from writing this novel.
Its NOT dropped. I have the ending I will lead it to.
The updates might suffer a little down the line as this novel doesn't earn anywhere near enough to warrant me to write it. The only reason why I will properly bring it to its finish is because I do not drop novels, period (outside of that one in the past, that I will someday end for the argument's sake)