Ch 23. A Piece of Art

When I reach the smithy, I take a seat on the stone ledge that faces the forge next to the workbench, letting my body relax a little bit. Tiredness looms over me like a dark cloud, telling me I need a break and to catch up on my sleep.

After spending the entire night gathering obsidian and Storm Clay under the light of a candle lamp, I’m beat. No need to mention the other things I did in the caves. All of which was just to save my life, of course.

But I haven't really thought much beyond that. This whole situation with Bree is starting to bother me. Why would she fall in love with me?

It's not like I was anything special. Not even in this world. Plus, she had other men. It's not like she was a virgin or anything. Quite the contrary.

I shake my head as my arms cross over my chest. Nevermind love. She tried to kill me. That can hardly be considered an act of love. The question is what's wrong with System?

Trying to forget about Bree and System, I pull out the obsidian and the bowl with
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