“Owh~~ this is magical as heck… hehehe….
It was a 10x10 grid square box, 10 across and 10 down, making it 100 boxes free to be used by me. Storing items and bringing them out doesn’t consume any MP at all. The whole thing is very surreal and magical to me. I’ve already tried it—I stored my smartphone and brought it back out multiple times already. Each time I did, I was laughing and smiling the entire time like a madman.
“Let’s try something bigger… hmm… the sofa will be good… Store… oh, it’s in…”.
I stepped out of my room and into the living room. I placed my hand on my two-person sofa and thought to store it inside my Inventory. The sofa vanished into thin air instantly and then appeared inside my Inventory window, occupying 4x4 boxes, right next to my smartphone that only takes up one single box.
“Hmm… so it’s not too outrageous; there’s a degree of sensibility in it… size plays a factor in taking up space inside the Inventory.”.
That’s right—each item’s size reflects the amount of space it will take up inside my Inventory. The sofa was bigger, so it occupies 4x4 boxes inside my Inventory. I tried storing my 30-inch smart TV next, and it occupied 2x2 spaces. Next up, I experimented with stacking numbers and possibilities, so I went into my kitchen and got myself two bags of peanuts. I stored one bag inside my Inventory as it was, and with the other, I opened the bag and just stored the peanuts, not the bag. As a result, a bag of peanuts only took up one box, and the peanuts alone also took up one box. But now, in the corner of the box with the peanuts, there was a number—132 ea. So I took out all the peanuts and started counting them at my dinner table.
“131…132… well… it matches… and the same items do stack… there’s even a description of the items when I click them…”.
Since the peanuts reached 132, that logically means the maximum stack would be 999, just like in the game Lothenheim. Also, when the items are inside my Inventory, whenever I click on a box, the item’s general description and information appear. The peanuts were labeled as food, and it was just a colorless item. So far, I’ve confirmed that everything can be stored inside my Inventory as long as there’s space. The same items can stack up to 999 each. Living beings cannot be stored inside—I tried putting a live cockroach in, but it didn’t work. Item size matters: anything up to 20x20 inches in size will take only 1 box, and anything larger than that will take more boxes accordingly.
The Inventory also recognizes packaging and automatically knows how to differentiate between different items and their contents. I’ve already tried it. I stored two boxes of items, each occupying a single box—one box was just a regular instant noodle box filled with unopened instant noodles. The Inventory recognized it as such and stated it in its description. The other box was an instant noodle box, but this time, the inside was filled with various snacks. The Inventory description stated it as [A box of mixed cheap snacks], which guaranteed another thing for me: to save space, I can just put stuff inside a 20x20-inch box, and it will only occupy a single box. So, instead of throwing in a single item, I can pool it together with other stuff, stuff it to the brim, and store it to save space.
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Tapping off my phone alarm, I noticed it was already 4:05 in the morning. My excitement was off the charts, but I knew better than to rush everything. I have ample time on my side—an entire year, to be exact. So first, I needed my sleep. I did just that and turned in for the night.
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Waking up at 9 a.m., I began my usual morning routine: wake up, make my bed, do 15 minutes of stretching and light exercise, then shower for 15 minutes. After that, I prepared my breakfast—a simple toast, sunny-side-up egg, and a cup of coffee. As I sat down at my table and turned on the TV, I sat in silence for a bit. Last night, I got a surprise that was too good to be true. I just went to sleep and woke up, and deep down, I was kind of afraid it was all just a dream. So I settled my expectations a little bit, calmed myself, and then…
“…System Open…”.
[ -Status- -Skill Tree①- -Inventory- ]
“OH!… it’s still here… Phew~… thank you again, Mother Nature~…”.
A wave of relief and thankfulness washed over me, as the same thing that provoked my excitement last night still existed today. This also marks the change in my life from now on. This thing is very much real, and so is everything it said. I need to plan every single day so that I won’t regret my last days on Earth. And I know very well that I’m about to become a massive hoarder. Be it weapons, food, anything and everything—I want it all with me when I leave Earth next year.
As I slowly dined on my breakfast, I carefully made plans for my inevitable departure. I need a lot of things. Most importantly, as a bona fide otaku/weeb, I need to bring all my entertainment with me. Shows, anime, manga, movies, music, porn, hentai, games, adult games, console games—everything. I need it all. I’m about to go to a medieval world, the worst kind of medieval world where there’s no entertainment at all. As a cultured person, I’d go mad if I arrived there empty-handed.
And then I need knowledge: encyclopedias, scientific studies, manuals, textbooks—every single bit of knowledge from how to make soap all the way to politics. I need it all, whether in electronic form or just a simple book. I know the state of Lothenheim—it’s a complete early medieval world where even a simple soap is categorized as a rare item. It’s so expensive that transporting it from city to city will get you chased by bandits. So I need knowledge—modern knowledge to help me thrive there. Just simple products won’t do, no matter how many I stockpile, whether using Inventory or inside the soon-to-be-mine Safe Dungeon floor. Eventually, I’ll run out, so I need to be able to make what I need.
Next up is food: from herbs all the way to fruits and vegetables. For this, it’s simple. I just buy a lot of it—the snacks, dried packaged herbs, all of it. As for the vegetables and fruits, I plan to buy seeds and plants. I’ll make a UV farm inside one of the dungeon floors and raise them there. I know that in the game, there were also vegetables and fruits there, but they weren’t the same as what I’m used to consuming here. Lothenheim’s veggies, fruits, and herbs are very different—the name, taste, and availability. Take, for example, potatoes. Here on Earth, a potato is a potato. There, a potato is a spice, and it tastes like bird’s-eye chilies. You can only get it by killing a monster called Master Carrot—a carrot monster that wears a karate uniform and fights you like a karate fighter.
Can I even rely on that world’s resources so that I can eat what I want? Perhaps I can, but I wouldn’t want to count on the chance that it may or may not happen. I need something certain, only then can I smile without worry. Simply put, I’ve got a lot of stuff that I need to bring with me. Sure, adventure and stuff is good, but knowing where I’m about to go and that I’ve got the option to be comfortable, why not be comfortable? I want to do just that.
“Hmmmm… I need funds… a sizable amount of it…”.
It’s not like I don’t have any savings—I do, but I only have around $15,000 in my account, and I definitely need more than that to get what I want.
“15k is enough for a few months of operation… wait… can I use my Inventory to my advantage?…”.
A naughty idea flashed through my head, and instantly, I wanted to implement it. So after I washed my dishes, I left my apartment. And right outside my door, an experimental subject appeared—in the form of a child’s bike, chained to the door grill of my front-door neighbor. I craned my neck to check the coast, and it was clear. So, my experiment began.
“...Store… Oh… Mother Nature… forgive your son… and also… thank you so much…”.
With my touch and thought, I willed the chained pink bicycle to enter my Inventory, and it did. I checked it, and the bicycle was there, occupying 3x3 boxes. It was labeled as [Tynefer Pink Child Bicycle]. Tynefer is the name of my neighbor’s little girl. Cute
kid, just got a weird name all thanks to her mother wanting to be trendy. Thanks to Tynefer, I’ve confirmed my suspicion, so gently, I put the bike back where it used to be and just hooked the chain around it since I didn’t have the key to her bike lock. Nonchalantly, like nothing ever happened, I walked away, locking up my apartment. I left the building and headed out.
“Hello… Bob… you up?”.
“[Hrmmm~…. I’m up… what’s up, Miv?..]”. (Bob)
“I’ve got a business proposition for you and your friends… do you want to make some quick bucks?”.
“[Dude… you know I’m always up to grab some cash, right?… I always am… so what’s the deal?…]”. (Bob)
“…I’m about to head to your place… just wait there… I’ll talk with you later… cool, right?”.
“[Sure… just come on over… oh, can you buy me a breakfast burrito?… kinda lazy to cook this morning… please~…]”. (Bob)
“Sure… Okay, bye…”.