Chapter 745

Disturbing dimensions different from his own wasn't hard for Seeing Ange, but he forgave Amelia for her lack of exposure—she'd simply never seen anyone tap twice and shake a dimension.

Seeing Ange shoved past her and entered the space bubble, arriving before the illumination array.

When he was in the lich's underground city, he had carved an illumination array for Esque—it was a very "simple" magic array, its only function to emit light for illumination and supplemental lighting to promote crop growth, its only drawback being the consumption of magical power and magic crystals, which ordinary farmers could never afford.

Seeing Ange banged and hammered at it, making the puppet want to shout but dare not—the illumination array was the only supplemental light source in the space bubble; without it, the crops inside would struggle to grow.

Amelia also dared not speak, only shrinking to the side, watching Seeing Ange fiddle with it in distress, resolving in her heart: if it breaks, let it break—I'll carve a new one later, but absolutely do not disturb my lord.

Seeing Ange adjusted it, rebuilt an energy core, then pulled out a black feather and inserted it into the array's focal point.

The illumination array flickered slowly—flickered—flickered a few times, then blazed with intense red and blue light.

Only then did Seeing Ange step to the center of the farmland, pressing down a footprint; a miraculous scene appeared before Amelia and the puppet—countless crops sprouted tender shoots, then grew wildly under the light.

Grain filling, ear emergence, flowering, pollination, fruiting—finally, a field of golden rice stalks, heavy with grain, bending the stems.

Amelia and the puppet were stunned, staring at each other, unable to speak for a long while.

To save time, Seeing Ange maximized the effect of the Death Speed aura—less than ten minutes, the rice completed a full growth cycle, delivering the strongest possible shock.

Seeing Ange pulled out the feather, and the illumination array dimmed.

Amelia felt a strong sense of loss, muttering under her breath: I knew it wasn't for us—how could something so miraculous be given to me? But it was truly amazing—just emitting red and blue light, and it made crops fill grain and bear fruit—why only red and blue? Was it to save magical power?

Seeing Ange handed her the black feather and said: "Compensation."

Amelia snapped back to reality, staring at the feather in disbelief: "For, for, for me? Really for me?"

Seeing Ange nodded, shoved the black feather into her hands, then called out to the big cat who had followed them in: "Aow."

The big cat swiftly opened a space rift, and they all slipped out.

Amelia stared blankly at the closed space rift, then at the feather in her hand, then at the puppet beside her, unable to believe it.

She simply couldn't imagine, couldn't comprehend—why would a being of Seeing Ange's level, because of a casual remark, knock through dimensions to enter, offer compensation, then leave without demanding anything in return? Was this the Chaos Plane? Were there such friendly ancient gods?

After standing stunned for a long while, Amelia said to the puppet: "We've met a good god."

The puppet nodded: "Yes, a good god who keeps his word and doesn't bully the weak. You could try seeking his aid—whether for that glowing thing just now, or this illumination array, both could solve your tribe's greatest problems."

Amelia's eyes lit up, then immediately clouded with doubt: "But what can we offer in exchange for his help?"

"Of course the space bubble—what else could we possibly have that my lord would find valuable?" said the puppet.

Amelia suddenly realized something, her eyes brightening, and burst out the door.

Seeing Ange's group had already boarded the hyper-speed snail; if she waited another few seconds, they'd be gone. Amelia shouted: "My lord! My lord! I want to trade a space bubble for that glowing thing that shines like Eternal Divine Light!"

As she shouted, she pulled from her pocket a black crystal the size of a fingertip, inside which specks of starlight twined into a vortex.

Lord Nai Ge leaned over: "What space bubble? This is black crystal—star-speckled chaos black crystal. How do you even have this?"

"Ah, chaos black crystal? No, we call it a space bubble—it anchors a vast space bubble, and it's a very mature space. I hope to trade it for one Eternal Divine Light—the glowing speck you took out from the illumination staff just now," Amelia said.

Anthony leaned in: "Space bubble? Anchored? How big? What does 'mature' mean?"

No wonder Anthony—he extracted several key points from just one sentence.

"Larger than my home by tens of thousands of times. 'Mature' means…" Amelia thought a moment, then said: "Like my home—it's a very mature space, with air, soil, water—I can grow things inside. That's the most mature kind of space: one that supports life."

"As for immature spaces, they might have no air, no water, no soil, no matter—just chaos."

Anthony asked: "Where's your space bubble crystal?"

Amelia hesitated, then pulled out a black crystal the size of a grain of rice.

Lord Nai Ge leaned close, puzzled: "Why no star specks?" Then turned to Seeing Ange: "Bring out the war tree-man's crystal for comparison."

Seeing Ange pulled out the war tree-man's black crystal, several meters in diameter; Amelia froze, staring at her own grain-sized crystal, embarrassed, and slipped it behind her back.

Lord Nai Ge said: "Why hide it? Bring it out and show it."

Though the war tree-man's black crystal was large, it had no star specks; Amelia's, though small, also had none—so they were identical.

After comparing them, Lord Nai Ge said: "Your crystal has no star specks but anchors your small space. Ours has no star specks either—does it anchor another large space? Does the size of the anchored space relate to the crystal's volume? If so, the space our crystal anchors is at least hundreds of millions of times larger than yours."

Amelia smiled bitterly and shook her head: "You're asking the right person—I've only seen two space bubbles, never one this big. I don't know if a space hundreds of millions of times larger even exists."

Anthony suddenly asked: "Wait—what about your people's dwelling? You've seen at least three space bubbles."

Amelia shook her head: "My people's home isn't an independent space—it's a tunnel dug by the God of Holes, requiring no independent space bubble crystal to anchor."

Anthony nodded, understanding, then retreated thoughtfully.

Lord Nai Ge continued: "Then why does this one have star specks, but yours and ours don't?"

Amelia smiled bitterly again: "You're asking the right person—I don't know."

"How can you know nothing? If you don't know, why say you're the right person? So your name is 'Right Person,' right?" Lord Nai Ge grumbled.

Since nothing more could be learned, Lord Nai Ge shoved her aside and discussed with Anthony: "So? Do we trade?"

"Yes. We can make the glowing speck. Solidified space isn't rare. One more sample means one more control group—we can find the difference between black crystals with and without star specks. And this anchoring? It's almost certainly the anchoring Your Majesty mentioned," Anthony said.

"Alright, trade it. But how will you take it back?" Lord Nai Ge asked Amelia.

The glowing speck couldn't be moved within space—it could only be transferred by switching between two spaces. Unless Amelia had the ability to store the speck in a dimensional space, she couldn't move it.

After several attempts, Amelia's face fell, and she asked: "Can you deliver it to my door?"

Anthony and Lord Nai Ge exchanged glances: "Far?"

"Not far—not far at all, just ahead."

Lord Nai Ge said: "Then get on board, we're running late."