Chapter 40: Space and Debris

Luge swore in his heart to that ethereal Spiritual Light that often looked after him, this tone of voice that sounded like it wanted to kill someone was absolutely the Half-Man's, and it was also that kind of communication method through Spiritual Power techniques. This is a distinctive tone that you won't forget after hearing it once; no matter how the wording and phrasing collide and combine, in the end it all turns into an emotionless, rigid recitation.

Luge slowly turned his head.

That voice was still speaking, and Luge took the opportunity to sense with his heart; unfortunately it wasn't real spoken pronunciation, so he couldn't determine direction through sound. He lifted his foot and began to stroll through the snake nest that had once belonged to the Gray Long Neck Saint Lord in this corner of the Big Cave, tightly clutching that strange Spatial Debris in his hand.

Suddenly, that voice stopped its narration.

Luge also stopped his steps, closed his eyes, and pressed the colorful Debris against his forehead, clenching it in his fist.

When he opened his eyes again, he directly looked towards the place beneath his feet where he was standing at this moment.

"Oh? That works too..." that voice appeared again.

Luge bent down and began clearing away the few large Bones beneath his feet.

Until an eye stared straight at him, meeting his gaze.

"What does he look like now?"

The single eye staring at him didn't blink, and out of nowhere, abruptly, it asked a sentence without head or tail.

He looked at the scene before him, recalling the Half-Man's instructions.

For this question, he roughly understood what it meant, but he also didn't quite know how to organize the language; he thought for a moment and said: "He... can already sit up."

Does this count as an answer? But it's probably the content the other party wanted to know, he thought to himself.

Then, he cupped that half a skull in his hands.

After hearing his words, the other party remained silent, as if it had no more desire to communicate; he felt that if those eyelids could move, the other party would definitely have closed its eyes, giving a feeling of having already resigned itself to fate.

"You... are you still alive?" The answer he couldn't get from the Half-Man, he planned to wheedle a few words out of here.

"Of course."

After a good long while, this half a head finally popped out a sentence from its silent state.

Luge walked toward the Half-Man while continuing to look for opportunities, but the other party no longer responded; after several attempts he could only sensibly shut his mouth.

Since he couldn't ask anything more, he began to speed up his pace.

He didn't dare go too far; he could only pretend to chat in a curious tone, probing indirectly was already the limit. He had considered that he was afraid this head, which he didn't know the deal with, would go back and file false reports; that would be very embarrassing then.

He ran on his short legs all the way until he was smoking; curiosity was his best motivation.

And he discovered that the more intense the exercise, the better the effect of that bottle of Potion he drank; even some old scars he had left behind had already disappeared.

Arriving at the crossroads, this time he didn't need to wait; the Half-Man had already appeared.

Without words, that half a head directly floated over, and a brand new handsome guy was assembled right before his eyes.

"Smart little Kobold, you did well."

After the Half-Man finished putting on his head, a moment later he communicated via Spiritual Power again.

Luge blinked; this head already couldn't show a trace of abnormality, like brand new goods that had never been broken, only the person still flickered in and out of existence, as if he might disappear at any moment. Also there was one more point: perhaps from now on he could no longer be called the Half-Man.

Crack! That half a head was twisted off again.

The Kobold opened his mouth, then seriously slowly closed it.

The other party being able to do this definitely had a reasonable reason; this guy with little experience only needed to watch. Just as he was thinking this, that half a head swayed and floated into his hand, only this time that eye was already closed.

"Next, let us try to complete this peculiar Gift. This Spatial Debris already has a certain compatibility with you; we can treat it as a Seed, and I will help you smooth out its trembling." the Half-Man said.

Luge only felt the colorful Spatial Debris in his hand suddenly tremble, and he subconsciously clenched it forcefully.

With his exertion, the Debris grew smaller and smaller; in the blink of an eye it seemed to drill into his palm and disappear.

He could feel that the Debris merely touched his Mental Power Sea once, then floated away; it didn't drill into his body.

A colorful little light spot was connecting his Spiritual Power Space.

"Very good."

It seemed even the Half-Man hadn't anticipated it would go this smoothly.

Luge tried to probe that little thing connected to his Spiritual Power; unknowingly he closed his eyes and entered a Meditation state. After several touches, he suddenly became enlightened; that seemed to be an independent small space. A thought moved in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again the Long Stick in his hand was already gone; under Spiritual Power perception the Long Stick had already appeared in that place.

In the future, it seems I won't need a Storage Bag, he thought.

The Half-Man before him had clearly noticed all this.

"Now, you can throw your Dice. The Dice is thrown into that space; I believe you know what to do." the Half-Man said.

Luge was somewhat apprehensive.

"Won't there be a problem?" he said.

"That space is currently in an extremely special state; it's not just as simple as being used as a Storage Bag. You can try doing something more useful; perhaps there will be an extra Surprise, just like you. This World needs Surprises."

The Half-Man's tone of speech was still like that, but between the lines it seemed to have more of a human feeling than before; Luge thought this, not knowing if it was his own illusion.

Since the words had already come to this point, he gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

He took out the Demon Dice; a thought moved in his heart, and the Demon Dice appeared in that space, but no change happened at all.

"Not 'receive'," the Half-Man suddenly spoke to stop him. "Not storing it into that space like a Storage Bag; it's you, right here, throwing it in."

Luge nodded blankly and tried again.

Holding the Dice in his hand, he lightly tossed it forward, while simultaneously naturally hooking into that space in his heart. A colorful small opening appeared before him, like a door, only very, very small — so small that even mice would have to queue to pass through.

With the Dice's entry, the tiny Spatial Door also closed in an instant.

Luge didn't wait for instructions and went to sense the state inside the space; closing his eyes was just to make it easier to concentrate.

The Dice tumbled in the space, finally stopping on a one face; it's just a pity there was no target here for it to offer its blindness to.

"It's Blindness." Luge came back to his senses and said.

"Very good, continue, until the Demon Transaction face."

Following the Half-Man's words, Luge began to continue throwing; the first time nothing happened, and he also gradually grew bolder.

The result — whether to be happy or terrified — the third throw produced the five representing the Transaction face. This shows that what the Half-Man said before, that the Dice rarely brings misfortune in the first few times, is complete nonsense. Of course this fundamentally cannot be refuted, because the Half-Man said 'rarely', not 'absolutely'.

The Dice threw the long-awaited face, but the legendary Transaction Demon still hadn't appeared.

The wondrous space connected to Luge began to ripple, trembling without cease, gradually dividing into clear up, down, left, and right; under the trembling, the dice began to spin endlessly in midair. He felt this space had previously been like a tangled skein, like a ball of knotted thread with the concept of space and decent capacity, yet unable to hold much. Right now, it was gradually being untangled in the trembling, countless irregular branches being stretched open and smoothed out.

Gradually, a room-sized regular space successfully appeared, the space continuing to expand, and at the same time, a conspicuous dark red fissure also appeared in the corner on one side of the room.

The space's rumbling trembling continued for a long time, until it expanded to the size of a small village before stopping.

"You've sensed it, haven't you? There should be a fissure leading to the Abyss, born in that space belonging to you. It is a door, and also part of the gift. Your Magic Skin Technique casting material comes from a Savage Demon's buttocks. As long as you cast Magic Skin Technique, you can simply disguise yourself as a little Demon to explore. Of course, there's also your most proficient Foul Skin. Everything is the best combination," Half-Man said.

(Chapter End)