“Don’t be nervous, I’m a good person, kind-hearted, I can’t bear to see you suffer.”

With that, Winnie swiftly dealt with the goblin he had cornered.

After the last goblin was dealt with, the cave fell silent, filled with an overwhelming smell of blood.

“Clang.” The saber in his hand fell to the ground.

Winnie glanced behind him at the goblin lair, now a river of blood, hardly believing that he had done all this.

Suddenly, all his strength left him, and he slumped to the ground.

The adrenaline was gone, and a strong sense of fatigue instantly overwhelmed him, enveloping his consciousness.

He felt as if his body was about to fall apart, every part of him screaming in agony.

Such intense exertion was too much for his frail body to handle.

The weight of the armor, which had been bearable before, now felt like a mountain pressing down on his shoulders, making it impossible to move.

Even so, he didn’t remove the armor right away.

Instead, he lay there for a while, making sure there were no hidden goblins waiting to ambush him, before finally dispelling the magic of the armor.

“Whew…” The boy lay on the ground, breathing heavily, completely drained of energy from the earlier battle.

He felt like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.

Winnie lay sprawled on his back, feeling as if even the slightest movement would cause his severely under-exercised body to break down.

After a long while, having caught his breath, he got up and walked over to where the goblins had hoarded their loot and supplies.

He took down the strange, fanged mask hanging on a chest.

This mask was a symbol of the goblin race.

For some reason, after every goblin lair was established, the goblins would use stolen materials to piece together such a bizarre-looking mask.

Thus, it became a token of having eradicated a goblin lair.

This one was his now. Besides, all the loot the goblins had stolen in this lair also belonged to him.

Shifting his gaze to the wooden chest beneath the mask, this chest likely contained the most valuable items the goblins had stolen.

Apart from his reward, this unexpected and uncertain bonus was the most exciting part.

Nothing is more thrilling than looting, enjoying the rewards of hard work and the surprise of the unknown, much like opening a treasure chest in an adventure game, you never know what you might find inside.

Using a key he had looted from the goblin leader, he opened the chest.

Inside were piles of valuables, along with some trinkets and weapons.

He took all the most portable trinkets and examined them one by one.

Winnie still remembered a bit about how to check if a trinket was enchanted.

Under the firelight, these trinkets were dull, showing no signs of magical flow.

Clearly, none of them were enchanted.

Winnie wasn’t surprised. Enchanted items were quite rare, not something ordinary adventurers could possess, not even the lowest level of enchanted artifacts.

He shook his head and sighed lightly, thinking he might have stumbled upon some treasure, but it was all junk.

He packed them up; maybe they could fetch a few coins.

As Winnie was putting down a glass pendant, he suddenly noticed something and lifted it again, holding it close to the firelight for a better look.

Under the firelight, aside from the reflected glow, there was no shimmering color.

Was he mistaken?

He moved closer to the fire, scrutinizing it for a while, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a shimmering hue.

What is this??

Winnie was surprised. He wasn’t sure if this pendant was enchanted, but he thought of a good way to find out.

What was he thinking? He had almost forgotten about the system, his cheat tool.

He immediately opened the virtue panel to inspect the pendant.

Low-grade Fire Resistance Enchanted Glass Pendant

Enchantment Effect: Provides 2 points of fire resistance.

Description: A rather ordinary glass pendant that has been enchanted with fire resistance. Due to the enchanter’s beginner-level skill, the quality is quite poor, and its effect is minimal.

Wait, it really is an enchanted pendant?

And it provides elemental resistance?

As for how low-quality it is, Winnie didn’t care.

Finding an enchanted trinket in a goblin lair was like striking gold in a pile of dung, who cares about the quality??

He decided to sell the other non-enchanted trinkets, but this one? No way.

Fire was one of the most popular elements, and fire magic was incredibly common.

Although the fire resistance this pendant provided was barely worth mentioning, having it was still better than nothing.

Who knows? It might come in handy later.

Honestly, these goblins, despite their ugly appearance, were quite considerate.

Knowing that adventurers might have trouble carrying their loot, they even prepared a bag for it.

Winnie stuffed the coins and trinkets he had looted into the bag.

The wooden chest now only contained a pile of weapons and equipment.

To be precise, it was a pile of scrap metal.

After rummaging through it, he found that the quality was only slightly better than what the goblins had been using, not by much.

The valuable stuff had been hoarded, untouched even until death.

Weapons weren’t like trinkets, they were heavy and cumbersome to carry. Winnie didn’t plan to take them as loot.

He couldn’t carry them, and besides, they’d probably only fetch scrap metal prices.

As Winnie was pulling out the weapons from the chest, the clanging of metal against metal filled the air. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

A silver flanged mace, lying heavily on the ground, caught his attention.

This silver flanged mace, gleaming under the firelight, gave off a completely different vibe compared to the other scrap metal.

So, he opened the panel to inspect it.

Mithril Flanged Mace: Deals double damage to vampires, werewolves, and undead.

Grade: Refined

Enchantment: None

Wait, it’s made of mithril??

Holy cow, he’d struck gold!

Mithril was a top-tier forging material!

Forget how much mithril was needed to forge this mace, just a small, unrefined piece of mithril on the market would cost more than he could ever afford, even if he sold himself.

He wondered which kind soul had lost this.

Well, no worries, he’d avenged them and would now take their weapon. Sweet.

Greedy Winnie reached out to pick up the mace but overlooked one major problem.

“Huh?” He gripped the mace with one hand and paused for a long moment.

Then, using both hands, his face turning red from the effort, he barely managed to lift the mithril mace a few inches off the ground.

“Oof!” With a grunt, the mace fell heavily back to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“So heavy!” Winnie rubbed his hands, wincing.

Well, it was definitely genuine mithril.

But at this weight, there was no way he could carry it out.

Winnie stared at the silver mace lying on the ground, hesitating.

…No, he had to take it! What if someone else found it later?

Wouldn’t all his efforts be wasted? That would be a huge loss!

Was there anything he could use to help carry it?

Winnie looked around and spotted a backpack that had been tossed out of the chest.