Ding ding ding…0

The repetitive sound of a pickaxe hitting ore echoed in the mine shaft. Under Kerry’s guidance, Han Wu and the rest mined fifteen ores of Nanite Mythril from the vein.1

These ores contained a certain amount of Nanite Mythril, which they would have to extract. Fifteen ores would yield roughly three units of Nanite Mythril. This was enough to make the desired chip, but since Nanite Mythril was rare, they had no intentions of stopping now. It was free money.0

Halfway through mining, they suddenly heard footsteps outside the shaft. Han Wu didn’t even need to use his...0