One week after the transmigration, in the Dragon Ascendancy Civilization.
A boy dressed in tattered clothes that made him look no different from a beggar was working hard in a mine beneath the scorching sun.
His bare feet sank into the sand as he desperately swung a pickaxe against the thick rock.
His dark green hair was so deep in color that, at a glance, it will appeared black in thr other's perspective.
In contrast, his ruby-red eyes that are filled with aspirations shined brightly, giving him a strangely captivating appearance despite his ragged state.
"Alex! I told you, that's enough. It's time to take a break."
Hearing the old man's voice, Alex stopped what he was doing and turned toward him.
The old man had a long beard and a broad, muscular build. His old arms which was wovered in scars and calluses, made it obvious that he had spent countless years working in the mines.
"I'll be there! Just give me a second!"
