Slackness and laziness were delightful things that most readily arose when everything had been sensibly arranged. Ruger often kept himself on guard against them, and for that, he had his teacher's teacher to thank. The elusive will of the Underground Caverns seemed to know this little Kobold's tastes and his lazy side, and had deliberately delivered a great gift he could not refuse.
Since he could not refuse it, he might as well enjoy it and make the most of this danger, turning it into more opportunities and benefits.
Having an immensely powerful, cold-blooded, merciless taskmaster was, in its own way, a benefit on the long road toward transcendence.
Of course, at least until he died, it could still be considered a positive source of motivation.
He could also regard it as comforting himself by finding joy amid hardship, but Ruger was good at adjusting his mindset. He genuinely thought that way, and his mood immediately improved. Besides, this danger really did bring tangible benefits. He had indeed received gifts, which also proved that he was a popular Kobold. His gifts included a strange one-ring spell, an Advanced Hair Nourishing Potion, and a beautiful Comb with a handle.
Of course, although they had arrived around the same time, he had all but ignored the latter two gifts.
If gifts also represented a degree of recognition, could those last two gifts have come from some form of recognition he had not considered?
Only when his stomach growled again did he stop. After a hearty meal, he chose to begin sleep meditation, selecting this monotonously colored dwelling as his meditation site.
He increasingly felt that devising this efficient method of meditation had been a very farsighted move.
The minor alteration to his throat had initially caused discomfort, but he soon adapted. The