Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 141

Nanzhi moved swiftly, narrowly avoiding the icicles. She didn’t flinch and continued to avoid them.

It felt like hours before she reached the edge of the forest.

The path ahead narrowed into a fragile bridge of pure ice, spanning a dark, frozen chasm.

The bridge was barely wide enough for her to walk, the wind howled through the cavern, threatening to shove her off balance.

She crouched low, gripping her walking stick tightly.

Don’t look down.

She murmured in her mind.

She inched forward, her steps painstakingly slow. The ice creaked beneath her weight, and her heart thumped every time it groaned. Halfway across, the wind picked up, howling like a beast.

She flattened herself against the ice, clinging to it.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the bridge. She stayed still until the ice beneath her began to the crack too.

Using her wooden staff for balance, she pushed herself up and covered the remaining length of the bridge. Her boots skidded on the slick surface, but didn’t stop. The ice gave way behind her just as she leapt onto the solid ground, landing hard and rolling.

She lay there for a moment, chest heaving, staring back at the broken bridge, sighing at herself.

The things that I do for EXP…

The final stage of this dungeon was the cavern carved into the mountainside.

Inside the air was heavy with cold, and the soft glow of the wintergreen mushroom illuminated the space.

The mushroom was clustered in the center and the walls.

But the terrain was treacherous like the forest and the bridge.

She approached the cavern carefully, her wooden staff skimming the ground as she tested the traction on each surface.

The first tap was solid, but the second strike further along caused a hairline crack to spread. There was no other path forward and below was a chasm.

Glancing around, her eyes landed on a series of frost-covered rocks sticking out on the walls of the cavern.

It was a risk, but they might provide alternative route.

She tied the lamp on the edge of her wooden staff, before securing the staff in her back.

Tightening her gloves, she hoisted herself up onto the nearest rock, testing its stability before shifting her weight.

The climb was slow and hard, her muscles ached with the effort. Ice drenched her gloves. Several times she slipped, her boots skidding on the frost, but she managed to catch herself each time.

Finally, she reached the other side of the chasm, her breath visible in the frigid air.

As soon as she reached the solid ground, the system chimed.

[Congratulations! This week’s Mini Dungeon: Dark Sleet-Storm Sanctum is cleared.]

[You’ve earned 500 EXP.]

[Additional Reward is issued.]

There is another reward?

A golden hue shone in the cavern. After the glow dimmed a bit, she saw a small chest nestled among the glowing mushroom.

Oh! The chest!

She didn’t approach it right away. Instead, she crouched, stretched her wooden staff, running it along the ice crusted chest, tapping the lid and the spot underneath it, making sure there were no traps.

Only when she was certain did she reached for the latch.

The chest opened with a small creak, revealing its contents.

She brought the lamp closer, her eyes flicked over the items.

In the game, the chest only gave her a brand new cloak and boots.