Free Web NovelChapter 11: Spatial Bag
CH 11: Spatial Bag
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"And if they exceed the limit their bodies can handle, their bodies will gradually begin swelling until they explode!" Old Jansh shuddered as he recalled one time when he had seen a Giant greedily devour too many cores until his body exploded into a disgusting mess of flesh and blood.
"If the Giants are really as you say, destroyed your kingdom, killed your people, and drove them from their homes, then why were you planning to ask one of them for help just a while ago?" Suspicion crept into Rios’s mind as he looked at old Jansh and spoke in a deep voice.
"My Lord, please don’t blame us. We have no other choice. The City of Light is on the verge of falling, and if we don’t receive help as soon as possible, we are finished." Old Jansh dropped to his knees and continued explaining.
"Yes, what we’re doing is a huge risk, and it could have ended with us dying at the hands of Giant Ang, but in the end, he was a ray of hope in the sea of darkness we were trapped in."
"And yes, My Lord, Giants are powerful and difficult to reason with, but they also have their limits and weaknesses."
"Giants are huge, possess incredibly tough and durable bodies, and are kings of battle and slaughter, but they’re also unbelievably stupid."
"Their intelligence doesn’t even surpass that of a five-year-old child. You’ll find many animals that are smarter than them. On top of that, they’re extremely arrogant and greedy," old Jansh explained before continuing.
"Many races have obtained their assistance by tempting them with treasures and gifts. We planned to lure Giant Ang with the many cores we brought as tribute so that he would help us repel the invasion threatening our last city."
"Hehehehe, you wanted the people who destroyed you to help you? What a bunch of pitiful idiots. But there’s no need..." Rios mocked them mercilessly, but suddenly stopped midway through his sentence after realizing something in old Jansh’s words.
"My Lord, when darkness surrounds you from every direction, even the thinnest ray of light becomes your only hope." Old Jansh lowered his head, looking as though he had aged a hundred years. His nose turned red from overwhelming sadness.
Beside him, Luna placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head while looking at him, telling him there was no point dwelling on sorrow and regret.
The Elves were desperate and clinging to every thread of hope life offered them. What difference did it make whether they died at the hands of Centaurs or Giants? Death was death.
After they died, would they care what happened to their bodies, their companions, or their families?
They would already be dead.
So clinging to even a sliver of hope was a thousand times better than sitting around in despair. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"Say that again...!" Rios said in shock while staring at old Jansh.
When old Jansh saw Rios’s expression and heard his tone, a chilling cold ran through his bones.
"M-My Lord, I’m sorry. Please forgive me and correct me if I said something wrong." Old Jansh instinctively stepped back in fear and hurriedly apologized.
"You said you were planning to tempt Giant Ang with a large number of cores, right?!"
"Yes, My Lord." Old Jansh nodded quickly.
"Where are those cores?" Rios looked at old Jansh, his eyes shining with boundless greed.
"They’re right here, My Lord." Old Jansh pulled out a small blue bag about the size of a palm, decorated with numerous white patterns.
"What’s that?" Rios pointed at the small bag and asked.
As a veteran web novel reader, he already had a pretty good guess about what it was, but he still wanted to hear it from old Jansh himself.
"My Lord, it’s a spatial bag. It contains a storage space roughly the size of a medium room, five meters in length, width, and height. We can store items inside it. There are many cores from first, second, and third-level beasts stored within. They were supposed to be presented as a gift to Giant Ang."
Old Jansh explained everything carefully, hoping Rios wouldn’t misunderstand and punish him.
"You old bastard! If you had all those cores from the beginning, why didn’t you give them to me right away?!" Rios roared at old Jansh, nearly exploding with anger.
"M-My Lord, I... I..." Old Jansh stammered, trying to explain himself, but Rios cut him off.
"Forget it. Just tell me how to open this bag."
Rios grabbed the spatial bag with one of his whip-like branches and questioned old Jansh. However, before the old man could answer, an annoying sound interrupted them.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!"
A blue owl roughly the size of an eagle circled above Rios. It was trying to find an opening to attack the purple sphere that represented Rios’s consciousness beneath the canopy of leaves.
It completely ignored Rios himself because, to the owl, he was simply a motionless tree.
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[Warning: Danger Detected]
Race: Blue Owl
Bloodline: Ordinary
Level: Master (2) ƒrēewebnovel.com
Progress: 30%
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"My Lord, it’s only a level-two owl. It was probably attracted by my loud voice. Please allow me to make up for my mistake and drive it away."
Old Jansh requested permission from Rios while already drawing his sword.
"No need for that."
Rios smiled and instantly sent five branches forward in Armament mode, cleanly severing the owl’s head.
He actually liked this old man quite a bit.
It was obviously Rios’s voice that had attracted the owl, but old Jansh was such an expert bootlicker that he immediately took the blame upon himself and prepared to deal with the owl, willingly bearing the guilt of an imaginary mistake that had actually been Rios’s fault.
All just to please Rios.
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Ding!
[You have killed a beast]
Level: Master (2)
Progress: 30%
Kill Reward: 30 Points
Points: 90
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"You still haven’t told me how to open this bag?"
