The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 3: Chapter 1: Metallic, Like The Little Button In His Pouch

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Chapter 1 Metallic, Like The Little Button In His Pouch Electric-blue light flickered from the stuttering flame of the mana-torches. The rumble shook dust and tiny bits of granite loose from the ceiling. An undesired rain of debris peppered Nik as he failed in his attempt to remain standing. Luckily, the loose pieces of cloth that he called a bed had saved his tail from being bruised when he’d landed on it. He waited out the shaking ground and the light that had repeatedly flared and dimmed. Black Tower, the rumble is happening a lot now, he thought as he stood and brushed himself off. He hadn’t even started his day and already it was causing him trouble. It used to only shake the castle once every couple of seasons, but it was happening almost every day now. Rubbing the dust from his big crystal-blue eyes, he tied his pouch of shiny things to his belt and set off to start his daily routine of gathering mushrooms to trade with the goblins. Nik was rather experienced in his mushroom hunting career. He would cultivate the small clusters and wait for them to grow before plucking them from the stonework and scattered patches of earth. Some he would eat and others would be saved for the market. The market was the most interesting place in the castle because it was the central meeting point of two separate goblin burrows. Nik had never seen the burrows; they were for the goblinfolk and only for them to see. He got to talk to them, though, and that was exciting enough. They weren’t friends with him; he didn’t have one of those, but the goblins did tolerate him, at least. Once, at the trading stalls, one of them even gave up a copper coin for a day’s worth of collected mushrooms. His name was Wuttsit, and he was Nik’s favorite goblin. The coin was so beautiful that it fit right in with the contents of his pouch. Aside from the coin, he also had an iron button some poor soul had lost. Lastly, he had what was probably the most beautiful thing in the whole castle. On just a normal day out gathering, he stumbled entirely by chance onto a mysterious treasure hoard. It had been left in the small bag he now used for gathering, and sitting in the corner of an empty room. It was a pile of the shiniest little beads that were perfectly round and transparent. Wuttsit said they were called marbles . The castle itself wasn’t the largest, according to the goblins, but it seemed big to Nik. There were rooms on the higher floors that he’d never even seen, rooms that might still be unexplored. He saved those kinds of trips for special occasions, though, because the stairs were no laughing matter to climb. Today is not a stair-climbing day; it is a mushroom-hunting and saying-hi-to-goblins kind of day, he thought to himself. Nik’s face lit up at a familiar clacking sound that was rising in volume. He sped up, and his own clawed feet made scraping sounds on the stone as he walked down the hall. Turning the corner, he almost bumped into the source of the familiar sound. “Hey, Bonesy! How’s it going today?” he said excitedly to the skeleton who walked by like he wasn’t there. Skeletons kind of just walked, and did nothing else. They were sort of weird like that. He spun around and walked alongside the skeleton while he continued to keep an eye out for fungi. “My day has been alright, just started it, if we’re being honest with each other. Yeah, I’ve got a lot of work to get on with, but I still have a moment or two that I can talk,” Nik said. So, with no protests from Bonesy, he told them about his week and the different types of mushrooms he had found. Bonesy never talked back, but that was okay since they were such a good listener. Eventually, Bonesy must have gotten tired of listening, though, because they went up a set of stairs. Now, technically, there was more than one Bonesy, which was mostly due to the fact that skeletons were notoriously difficult to tell apart. It was easier for him to pretend that they were all just the one skeleton. However, th