The second night had fallen pretty quickly after the duo's escape from the Eater of Souls' grasp. This time around, Brian could hear zombies wandering around outside of the house.

Thankfully we built the house…

Brian groaned as he flopped around on his bed, and with that, Andrew looked at him with slight embarrassment, "Why are you acting like a child right now?"

Brian ignored Andrew for the moment as he was in deep thought. He had returned to the land that he had spent so many hours, no, days, if not even weeks or months into. He only left frankly because his life had gotten busier with a job and college. But even so, after the few years he had left the game, he still remembered it like it was yesterday.

Well, remembered most things, anyways. And it's not like it would have completely helped him with the ordeal at hand, as he just watched the most basic sword in the game bend like it was a French fry against the skin of an Eater of Soul earlier in the day. If that was the case, tin and wood would be useless, bending and snapping in half respectively.

With that, Brian groaned once again, gaining an agitated stare from Andrew, but this time, Brian asked, "So what would be strong enough to take on those Eater of Souls…?"

"The 'what'?"

Brian winced as he forgot Andrew wasn't part of the game, and that was just the name he was used to calling them, "Erm, the things that bent the sword easily?"

Andrew was momentarily at a loss of words, "You already have a name for those guys? I actually like the names but…"

Brian almost had to laugh at that. Well of course, you're the one that would have told me what they were if it was the game. But he maintained his composure and got up from his bed and asked again, "Yeah, so what would be strong enough?"

Andrew pondered on this for a moment, and snapped his fingers, "I think an iron or lead sword would be strong enough to fight those things, but I personally would get a silver sword to play it safe."

Brian thought about this for a moment, and then asked after thinking about something, "Wait, there's iron and lead?"

Andrew looked at Brian like he had just walked in naked, "Yeah. Why wouldn't there be?"

"I see…" Brian ignored the expression on Andrew's face and thought about it for a second, considering that if the most basic metals, setting aside the worthless copper and tin, to mine had both counterparts in this reality, then it couldn't be much of a far stretch to say that all gems are here, as well as all "hard mode" metals.

Before going any further, Brian stopped thinking about it and then asked, "So, do you by chance have a copper pickaxe?"

Andrew responded with slight delight, "I do, actually! Here you go. Try not to, uh, bend it, yeah?"

Brian rolled his eyes at the advice and took the pickaxe. Just like the other tools he had before, this one felt extremely light. But unlike the sword, it felt extremely durable.

Brian gripped the handle tightly, and looked outside. It was still night.

"Yeah, I don't think you should go out right now. Considering the zombies outside right now."

Brian nodded with a tinge of resignation, and also a bit of the fatigue that was now catching up to him. As he was getting into his bed, he muttered to himself.

"Just don't open the door for the zombies, damn Guide…"