Leonel slammed his [Silver Pickaxe] against the hard stone again and again, each hit louder than the last.
"Those two have changed," he grumbled. "I thought Mike would understand! A person's life is at stake, and he's worried about some stupid item?"
His pickaxe rang sharply against the rock. "It's just an item!"
Leonel's tone was a mix of sadness, disappointment, and anger. He had expected more from Michael and Saya, and their selfishness hit him hard.
He didn't even laugh at Ren's new look—something that usually would've made him roll on the ground.
Ren was now a furry black dog walking on two legs, wearing a mage robe that looked two sizes too big. Somehow, he could still hold a mining tool in his paws, swinging it efficiently. The Kobold race gave him temporary mining skills—fifty percent faster mining and a huge boost in Luck, guaranteeing only the best stones.
Ren looked ridiculous, but his speed was unreal.
