The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 46: Chapter 42: A Cost Of Its Own

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In the blackness, his body lurched to the side. He opened his eyes and breathed in a painful gasp. Everything hurt, even his bones. Vision blurred, Nik tried to make sense of where he was. He was prone, and there was a scent of dirt and blood. As he tried to push himself upright with unsteady claws, he only managed to partially lift himself. The ground shifted below his elbow and hip, and he was sent rolling to the side. More pain shot through his back as it struck against the emerald doorway to the tower. There was muffled screaming. People were still in danger. He needed to move, but he couldn’t even stand. He tried to push himself up using the door, and his claws swung through open air. It no longer stood within the now empty archway. So, he dug his claws into the bricks of the arch. Every cell in his body cried out against the effort, and his claws scraped as he slipped. Nik collapsed back to the ground. His jaw struck earth before his chest followed. He rolled onto his back and looked at his HP. I don’t know how I’m alive, but my body needs time to heal. Regeneration is fighting to patch me up, but I’m not doing so great. Four HP. No wonder it feels like I’m dying, he thought. He looked below his own to see the HP of his party members. They were hurt to varied degrees, but every one of his party members had survived. Each name was still there. A tremble of relief passed through his body. It caused every part of him to ache, but it was worth knowing they were all okay. His head spun as the ground tilted to send him sliding away from the archway. More voices cried out. Unable to move his own body in any meaningful way, he attempted a response. Only a rasp of air left his lips. They’re alive, all of them. Did I really pull it off? he asked himself as he opened his notifications with a mental command. Attempting stabilization… The words still hung in the air above his face. Of course you are. You know a little bit of… No, please tell me this is real, that I’m not just dreaming this as I die, Nik thought as the message flickered to add more next to the text. It now displayed a piece of numerical data. Warning: Attempting Stabilization 53% The number continued to rise in conjunction with each shift of Kyraneth beneath him. The swaying motion gave way to shaking as the percentage continued to climb. It was working. What he’d done was working, and as he looked past the box of text, he saw storm clouds roiling at the edges of a sunny sky. The tower worlds had vanished. If he could cry now, then he imagined he would, but tears didn’t seem to be physically possible at the moment. Figures filled in the areas of his vision around the warning, as others gathered around his battered body. Their voices were still muffled. His HP was at five now, that was something, at least. For the moment normal communication would be impossible in either direction, so he sent a message to his party chat. “ It’s working. We just have to wait now and hope that it finishes the process. I can’t hear and I can’t speak, but I’m healing. Is everyone okay?” he asked his friends. The replies all came back at almost the same time. Kath Stormclaw - “ My lord, I’m glad we didn’t lose you. Everyone is fine, just a few bumps and bruises so far. Maybe a couple of sprains.” Stics Stormclaw - “Good to see you still breathin’, Lord Nik. A bit of sliding around is all.” Worik Stormclaw - “Everyone is alive, even the wall is still in one piece.” Pearl Sparkledrop - “ You did well, my friend. Rest now, and recover. We will take care of your burrow once the quaking stops.” No members of the clan, or even any of the adventurers, had been killed. Nik tried not to feel too much hope before the stabilization reached one hundred percent, but he couldn’t help himself. His heart ached with joy as he pictured the faces of his people. They had a chance to be happy, an opportunity to thrive in a new home. A home that he would sacrifice his life to defend. “No, I can’t rest until I