Pietro, once a famous half-dwarf throughout Almast City for his exceptional smithing techniques, had now fallen so low that even the stray dogs roaming the streets seemed to look down on him.
The reason for his miserable state could be traced back to a single wrong decision he had made a few months ago.
Ever since then, his life had been reduced to an endless cycle of drinking and gambling. Every day, he tried to drown the feelings of sadness, envy, and above all, regret in cheap alcohol, only for those emotions to return the moment he sobered up.
Irphine Mine.
That single name was enough to make his heart ache.
Whenever he remembered selling the mine for what he had thought was a decent profit, only to watch someone else turn it into an enormous source of wealth, he wished he could travel back in time and slap his foolish self. Not a single day had passed without him regretting that decision.
Unfortunately, regret couldn't change the past.
