Chapter 41: Abyss and Bedroom

The Abyss? What is the Abyss? Will this really not cause any problems? Luge thought.

"The Abyss, the land where demons roam, the place of endlessness, but what in the world can truly be endless," the Half-Man seemed to see what was in his heart, "No need to worry, this small space fundamentally cannot withstand the descent of a demon, as for passing through that space as a springboard to arrive at the Ground, that is even more impossible, you must not underestimate this place."

"You... need me to go there and do what?"

Luge had already seen clearly that there wasn't a single thing the Half-Man gave him that could make him feel guilty; all of them could be used upright and openly, because overtly or covertly, the price had already been marked in advance. He had truly wronged the Half-Man before; this biased half-head hadn't underestimated him, this little Kobold, in the slightest.

"Sacrifice, summon descent, and the Abyss Altar," the Half-Man said, "You carry my half-face, find a low-rank Abyss Altar, a dilapidated one is fine too. Demons are no longer as keen on running amok everywhere as before; there should be many abandoned Abyss Altars. Find one, put my half-face on top of it. I will prepare the sacrificial ritual here, and summon my face back through the ritual, descending here. A mutilated limb will not be subjected to the world's hostility and rejection. A random boot will do for the offering."

"When you see the half-face disappear on the altar, you can come back."

"That space serving as the Corridor can already accommodate living beings barely living inside it. You can let some Kobold clansmen move in; that way the space will become more stable. After stabilization, the space will continue to expand, but it won't change as rapidly and obviously as this time."

The Half-Man spoke slowly, seemingly praising the gift he had given. Of course, it depends on whether the subsequent tasks are dangerous; if they are dangerous, then it's just bragging about the hush money he paid.

At least Luge thought so, but after seeing Ba'angte and that group of Wizard Apprentices, and the large handful of Spoils of War in that strong man's hands, he felt this level wasn't that hard to accept, and was even a pretty good Employer. Of course, the premise is that this guy giving benefits currently cannot move himself, and only he, a top-tier all-rounder talent, can run errands and do the work.

He listened to the Half-Man's words, sensing that space, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart at how miraculous it truly was.

The connection between the expanded space and him became even tighter; it seemed the Secret Technique Mark left behind had already perfectly fused with it along with the space's unfolding.

He felt that as long as he concentrated his mind, he could try to open a door, a door sufficient for him to walk through.

The first thought that occurred to him was that he seemed to have gained an extraordinary life-saving ability.

As for the matter the Half-Man asked him to do, after the Half-Man crammed some common-sense knowledge about alien realms, the Abyss, and descent into him, he instead felt a bit more confused. It was like making that half-face go tour the Abyss, becoming an alien descent object obtained through sacrifice on this side. If that half-face still counted as a living thing, that would be an invasion, but it was originally a thing of this world and wouldn't be rejected. What was all this for? Why put a perfectly good face through such trouble?

Luge didn't dare imagine, if the Half-Man could move freely himself, just how much trouble he could stir up.

The doubts in his heart were just for himself to think about; not asking randomly was his consistent principle when facing a Strong One. The appearance of space fragments and a strange object caused the Half-Man's evaluation in his heart to become high-end once again.

"The Dice can be left there untouched, or taken out; it no longer has any influence on that space."

The Half-Man's eyeballs did not move, but Luge knew the Half-Man was watching him.

"You can wait until after becoming a Second-Rank Wizard Apprentice before going there; more casting times can make you a bit safer. Keep that half-face in your space for now; if it says anything to you, you need not pay attention."

The Half-Man instructed, and simultaneously a faint Spell Wave transmitted over.

"Mastering the Abyssal Language is necessary, but remember to avoid dealing with those intelligent demons as much as possible. Your image can be disguised as a lowly lesser demon that only knows how to squeak and chatter; that can avoid a lot of trouble." The Half-Man seemed to have had a bit too much activity today; his figure had already begun to turn illusory uncontrollably.

Luge sensed the Spell Wave, trying to spit out a few obscure Abyssal Language vocabulary words, sighing all the while that the Language Comprehension Spell truly was a good spell.

The Half-Man's figure gradually faded away.

Luge looked at the half-face in his hand, or perhaps it should be said, a small half-skull. For a moment, he had the impulse to go to the Abyss right now and deal with this thing.

He thought about it, but in the end still put it into his space, turned around, and returned to his San Tong Tou Da Wo Shi.

The Corridor Space, although it is a corridor, is indeed very large, and is still slowly growing. Looking at it so bare inside feels a bit awkward. In Luge's view, such a name also revealed the Half-Man's psychological state; in the Half-Man's eyes, this is just a place to pass through to achieve some purpose. But Luge wanted to build it up, make it a backing that increases safety guarantees in this place.

Since that is the case, this space should be called the Abyssal Bedroom.

He thought it was very fitting.

A bedroom bordering the Abyss.

Thinking thus, he gradually changed his route.

He soon arrived at that Gouhe where he had always caught Meat Worms.

Don't know, whether it will work, he thought.

He stomped on the ground under his feet; it was still fairly loose. He began trying to collect it into the Bedroom Space. He hadn't noticed during the previous small-scale tinkering, but this behavior of collecting a large amount into the space turned out to be quite draining on Spiritual Power. When the Spiritual Power consumption neared half, he stopped to rest and recover, then continued collecting.

Small stones, pitch-black mud, rotten unknown plant stems, even Fat Meat Worms in their sleep, were all swept up by him in one go.

He only suppressed that child-getting-a-new-toy-like drive when the hunger in his belly became unbearable.

Fortunately, the payment was all worth it. As the mud was collected, the Bedroom Space also became more stable. The entire space softened. Not that dazzling brightness, but no longer so dim either. Before, only that dark red crack had a bit of light. The mud-paved ground looked more real, rather than stepping inside an insufficiently transparent large eggshell.

On the way, he also collected a few Large Rocks; they can be used to make a bed later.

He planned to wait a few days, observe, see if these Fat Meat Worms survive normally, then try entering himself.

And right now, he naturally had to return to his soon-to-be-obsolete San Tong Tou Da Wo Shi, fill his belly first, then have a good sleep.

He deeply longed for, eagerly anticipated, the day he could relax and sleep inside the Bedroom Space.

As a little Kobold, his wish was this simple. Of course, later there were still many Bedroom Space experiments to do, for example whether he could meditate normally inside, whether he could cast spells normally, and if he invited Aijin and them in, would there be any changes.

His stomach growled with hunger. He leaned against the Cave Wall, lay in his familiar spot, the last Cooked Meat Worm clamped in his mouth, yet no matter how he tried he couldn't finish this meal. His head tilted, and he fell asleep.

(Chapter End)