Tower's Richest Player: My Coins Won't Stop Increasing-Chapter 41: The last of Green-eye Tribe

"What is wrong with them?" KiRA looked around the house, a palace that didn't look as exciting as it should be.

The entrance of the house was simple, however the inside of the house was more spacious than what it seemed from the outside.

The ground floor was dark and filled with all kinds of equipment, tools, and things that were dusty from not having been touched for a long time.

There was a section covered in white sheets that had become brown from dust. On the left of the room, there were shelves made from strong metallic frames.

Not all the tools like the hammers, the bellows, and the anvil and wrenches were placed on these good displays though. Some of them lay on the ground lifeless, as if to not have been touched by any craftsman in years.

The floor was also dusty, as if no one had walked on it for a long, long time.

There was no sign of a furnace or the fire, two elements that were always active in this room.

"Let's go up."

The Dwarves were very particular about hygiene. Even though they might seem all dirty and filthy most of the time, they would always keep their workplaces clean and spotless.

Just the presence of the dust was concerning for her, but the absence of the eternally blazing fire that should have been present here was the biggest concern for him right now.

-Krrrr...

The wooden stairs made a sharp sound just when he stepped on it.

It seemed like the stairs that the usual dwarves have to repair regularly due to them breaking under the strong strides of the dwarves had not been stepped on for a while either.

The entire house was suspiciously vintage. KiRA was worried if the ones that were 'sleeping' above were even alive or not.

However, if Unity had judged them to be asleep, they must in fact be asleep.

"Haaaa..." He took a deep breath when he reached the floor above, the empty bedroom with only a bed and a small wardrobe full of clothes and gear greeting him as usual.

This place, unlike the floor below, seemed to have been maintained relatively better.

There was dust around this place as well, however it wasn't as severe as it was downstairs.

Additionally, the window that was present beside the bed had a strange mechanism attached to it.

From the looks of it, the mechanical product made up of gears and diverse mechanical parts seemed to be a hydraulic system that took out the entire window part.

"Well, damn." The innovation was unique, a testament to the dwarven craftsmanship. Seeing it at least made him less-anxious.

But then again, there was something very wrong with this whole scenario– with the person sleeping on the bed with a peaceful expression.

===Status===

ID: Nevan Blaik Greengaze

Age: 296

Title: Apprentice of the Golden Hammer (A), Resident of the Mausoleum (A)

Class: Magic Craftsman

Level: 93 (Locked)

IX: 1,223,265

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Strength: 156 (Restricted)

Dexterity: 189 (Restricted)

Stamina: 171 (Restricted)

Blaze: 192 (Restricted)

Mana: 201 Restricted)

Aura: 180 (Restricted)

(Stat points: 0)

_–_–_–

Authorities: Blaze command (2)

Blessings: Blessing of fire, Blessing of steel, Blessing of Mana, Blessing of earth, Blessing of nature, Blessing of Sloth.

Skills: Mind of steel (Lv.8), Constitution of blessed earth (Lv.9), Flame Affinity (Lv.9), Crimson map (Lv. MAX), Assembly line (Lv.7), Golden print (Lv.9), Insight of a Master (Lv.8), Pressuring (Lv.6), Decompression (Lv.5).

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"Why do they have the Sloth's curse?" The status window, as it should be, belonged to an old man that had lived within the tower for centuries already.

The fact that they were master craftsmen was obvious, however even while having such powerful stats, the reason they were restricted so severely was all because of the penalty of the lower floors.

They were people of the higher floors so it wasn't a good thing for them to live in these lower floors. But then again, this entire place was made for people so that they could rest in their last days.

'That does not mean they were supposed to have the curse of near eternal sleep though.'

The Dwarves were some of the most active beings. Even if they were retired and on their last leg, they would not stop doing the one thing they enjoyed more than living– creating new things.

Their creations were their way of living and they were deeply engraved in their rite of passage as well.

'As the dwarves near their natural lifespan of three hundred years, they lessen their production and dedicate their lives to a singular, most magnificent thing that they would leave as their last legacies.'

In the process, they would spend days cooped up in a small place, only getting out of their workshops for food, water, or a breath of fresh air.

They were old so dealing with them was one of the hardest tasks, however they were also some of the most skilled people who would not stop working even if they pass on to the afterlife while doing so.

'That's how they live...'

So, why did this elder have one of the worst curse-like blessings available in the tower?

"What happened to them?"

KiRA was flabbergasted and uncertain of what was going on here.

He looked around the place for clues or anything that might answer his questions, but there was nothing in this place.

Also, since waking up the sleeping elder was not going to be possible, he moved on to the other house and found the other elder just as talented and skilled as him in the same comatose state as the other elder.

'...'

KiRA was speechless at the scene. However, he did not give up hope. He looked around the place for any clues that might give any hint to why the two of them had this unnatural blessing on them.

[{ Master! Master! Look here! }]

After searching for a while, they came across a certain book, a diary, in the closet of the second elder.

Unity found it, and when KiRA was happy for a moment to get at least something at least.

But, as he opened the book, the very first sentence of the book stunned him...

[ "We are the last of our clan." ]

This was unbelievable.

For someone who had known about the green-eye tribe so well, this situation was utterly unbelievable.