Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 41 The Abyss and the Bedroom

Abyss? What is the abyss? Is this really going to be okay? Luger thought.

"The abyss, where demons roam, is an endless place, but what in the world can be truly endless?" The half-man seemed to have read his thoughts. "Don't worry, this small space simply can't withstand the arrival of demons. As for using that space as a springboard to reach the catacombs, that's even more impossible. Don't underestimate this place."

"What do you need me to do there?"

Ruger had already seen that none of the things given by Half-Man could make him feel guilty, and he could use them generously with his back held high, because the price had been marked in advance, either explicitly or implicitly. He had really wronged Half-Man before, because this Half-Head did not look down on him, a small dog-headed man, at all.

"Sacrifice, summon the advent, and the Abyssal Altar," the half-man said. "Take half of my face and find a low-level Abyssal Altar. A dilapidated one doesn't matter. Demons aren't as keen on causing trouble as they used to be. There should be many abandoned Abyssal Altars. Find one and place half of my face on it. I will prepare the sacrificial ceremony here and summon my face back through the ceremony. It will descend here. A mutilated limb will not be detested or rejected by the world. A random boot will do."

"When you see half of your face disappear at the altar, you can come back."

"That corridor space is already big enough for living creatures to survive. You can let some kobolds live there. That way, the space will be more stable. Once it stabilizes, it will continue to expand, but it won't change as quickly and noticeably as it did this time."

The half-man spoke slowly, as if he was praising the gift he had given. Of course, it depends on whether the subsequent actions are dangerous. If they are dangerous, he is just bragging about the money he gave.

At least that's what Luger thought. However, after seeing Baonte and the other wizard apprentices, as well as the huge amount of spoils in the burly man's hands, he felt that this level of offer was not so unacceptable, and could even be considered a good employer. Of course, the premise was that the guy offering the benefits couldn't move himself at the moment, and he was the only top-notch all-round talent who could run errands.

He listened to what the half-man said, felt the space, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was really magical.

The connection between the expanded space and him became closer, as if the secret mark left behind before had been perfectly integrated with the expansion of the space.

He felt that as long as he concentrated, he could try to open a door, a door big enough for him to walk through.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he seemed to have gained an extraordinary life-saving ability.

As for what the half-human asked him to do, after the half-human gave him some common sense knowledge about alien worlds, the abyss, and advent, he became even more confused. It seemed like he wanted to take that half face to the abyss for a stroll and make it an alien advent obtained through sacrifice here. If that half face was still a living thing, it would be an invasion, but it was something from this world and would not be rejected. What was all this for? He had to torment his face like this.

Ruger couldn't even imagine how much trouble it would take if half a person could move around freely.

The doubts in his mind were just his own thoughts. It was his consistent principle to avoid asking random questions when facing the strong. The appearance of space fragments and strange objects caused the evaluation of half-human in his mind to become much higher again.

"The dice can be left there and ignored, or they can be taken out. It will no longer affect that space."

Although the half-human's eyes did not move, Luger knew that the half-human was watching him.

"You can wait until you become a second-level wizard apprentice before going there. More spellcasting times will keep you safer. Put that half face in your space first. If it says something to you, don't worry about it."

The half-man gave instructions, and at the same time, a faint magical fluctuation was heard.

"It is necessary to master the language of the Abyss, but remember to try to avoid dealing with intelligent demons. You can disguise yourself as a low-level demon that can only squeak and scream, which can save you a lot of trouble." The half-human seemed to have been active a little too much today, and his figure had begun to become uncontrollably illusory.

Ruger felt the spell's fluctuations and attempted to utter a few difficult Abyssal words, sighing at the power of language literacy. The half-human figure gradually faded.

Ruger looked at the half face in his hand, or perhaps it should be said that it was half a head, and for a moment he had an urge to go to the abyss and deal with this thing right now.

After thinking about it, he finally put the space away and turned back to his large three-way bedroom.

The corridor, though it was called a corridor, was indeed large and slowly growing. Seeing it bare was a bit awkward. Ruger thought that calling it that revealed a half-human mentality: in half-human eyes, it was just a place to pass through to achieve a certain purpose. However, Ruger wanted to tinker with it, turning it into a security feature.

In that case, this space should be called the Abyss Bedroom.

He thought it was very appropriate.

A bedroom adjacent to the abyss.

As he thought so, he gradually changed his route.

Soon he arrived at the ravine where he had always caught worms.

I don’t know if it will work, he thought.

He stepped on the ground beneath his feet, which was relatively loose, and began to try to collect it into the bedroom space. He had not noticed it before when he was just doing some small things, but this behavior of collecting a large amount of space actually consumed a lot of mental energy. When his mental energy was almost half consumed, he stopped to rest and recover, and then continued to collect.

Small stones, dark soil, rotten stems of unknown plants, and even fat meatworms sleeping were all collected by him.

He continued this way until he felt so hungry that he could no longer bear it, and then he suppressed his urge like a child who has found a new toy.

Fortunately, all the efforts were worth it. With the storage of the soil, the bedroom space became more stable and the whole space became softer. It was not dazzlingly bright, but no longer so dim. Before, only the dark red gap had a little light. The soil-paved ground also looked more real, rather than stepping on a large eggshell that was not transparent enough.

He collected a few large stones along the way, which he could use as a bed later.

He planned to wait for a few days and observe whether these fat worms were surviving normally before trying to enter on his own.

Now, of course, he had to go back to his soon-to-be-discarded three-way bedroom, fill his stomach first, and then have a good sleep.

He longed for and looked forward to the day when he could relax and sleep in his bedroom.

His wish as a puppy-headed man was just that simple. Of course, there were still many experiments to be done on the bedroom space, such as whether he could meditate normally in it, whether he could cast spells normally, and whether there would be any changes if he invited Aisijin and the others in.

His stomach growled with hunger, and he leaned against the wall of the cave, lying in his familiar position, holding the last cooked worm in his mouth. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not finish the meal, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

(End of this chapter)