we can all learn things(just maybe in different ways.)

In Which a Pig Goes Mining and a Hunter Finds the Key to his Victory

It went deeper than he had gone last night. Techno looked into the darkness for a moment, gripping his pickaxe. He quickly strapped his axe, bow, and shield to his back, securing his satchel in place and grabbing a torch, quickly lighting it with his flint and steel. He exhaled and started into the cave.

With him he had brought a couple of books on potions and enchantment, as well as some blaze rods and nether wart. If he could find some sand and get enough stone and iron to make a furnace and an anvil, he would be able to repair his tools and brew potions. One of the reasons he had been so hesitant to fight the hunter yesterday was because his opponent had had potions, unlike Techno. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. He would give himself a day to mine, train, and repair his tools. Then maybe, just maybe, he could beat the hunter in combat and be free to see his family.

And maybe also try to take down the government again. He had thought about it last night. Maybe, although it was unlikely, he could succeed where he had failed months ago.

He heard the distinct groaning of zombies and set his torch down, swapping his pickaxe for his axe. Three of them emerged from the shadows and Techno took care of them with ease, taking two out with one axe crit and kneeing the other to the ground before slicing it across the chest. They all faded into redness and disappeared in a cloud of ash, leaving only a few bits of rotten flesh behind. Techno moved to grab his torch but raised his shield on instinct when he heard the faint clacking of skeletal bones. Sure enough, a pure white skull peered out of the shadows at him and moments later an arrow flew through the air towards him. He easily parried it and pulled out his own bow, taking out the skeleton with a swift shot to the skull.

He glanced around before grabbing another torch, slowly lighting up the cave as he went. Soon his efforts revealed some coal and iron, and he grabbed his pickaxe, hacking at the stone and watching it crumble to reveal chunks of ore ready to be smelted. Deeper and deeper he went, leaving a trail of torches in case he lost his way.

Focused on scouring the walls around him for iron, he nearly didn't spot the hole in front of him until he almost fell into it. Cursing under his breath, he peered into the blackness, holding his torch in front of him. Techno could faintly see the distinct metal shine of rails and lots of cobwebs.

He only hesitated for a second before hopping down into the abandoned mineshaft, placing a torch to illuminate the area more. Wooden beams held the ceiling up and rails decades old ran along the tunnel's ground. A creeper tried to sneak up on him but he turned at just the right moment and took quick care of it with his axe. Techno contemplated taking the gunpowder before deciding against it. His inventory would be needed to carry any iron he found.

Turning a corner, he found a couple of blocks of iron ore and mined them, placing a torch at his feet for light. He continued on his way, mining iron and even gold when he stumbled across it, leaving a trail of little fires behind him. He had only walked for a short while before he came across an old minecart with a chest nestled inside. Curiously, he opened it.

His eyes widened. Inside the chest there were some already smelted bits of iron, some string, rotten flesh and gunpowder, and even a golden apple which he pocketed. But most importantly there was an ancient book, glowing with an eerie purple light. He scooped it up and leafed it open, looking at the strange symbols written on the pages. Even just holding it he could tell that it held some sort of old, powerful magic, the very pages of the worn volume laced with spells he would never be able to decipher.

Techno turned the book over to read the words etched into the spine. Infinity. From his limited knowledge of enchantment books, he could remember that this was meant for a bow. It would make it so he would only need a single arrow in his quiver to supply him for as long as this bow lasted. He slid it into his satchel, allowing the corner of his mouth to momentarily quirk upwards in satisfaction.