Arriving at the ‘location’, Luke immediately put down the computer and turned on the screen.
Then, the window of the magic finder he had prepared in advance appeared.
Below it, the remaining time of 1 hour indicated for the trial version was displayed.
Moreover, he could feel the sound of footsteps and someone calling his name getting closer and closer.
He thought he had to hurry a bit.
“Alright, first let’s specify the values needed to open the spatial pocket.”
Normally, opening a spatial pocket is done on a night when the constellations are clearly visible, but if you already have a map of the constellations in your head, that necessity can be skipped.
Luke immediately pulled out the values he had organized in his mind and substituted them into the calculations, then began to do the remaining calculations in his head.
Although he brought the computer, if he were to delegate all calculations to it, the performance of his computer would make the time it takes to produce results ambiguously insufficient.
However, it was not without a way to overcome this.
The computer would compute in its own way, and Luke would calculate the remaining values and combine the two to make up for his computer’s insufficient computational capacity.
This way, he could barely match the timing before the values changed.
While Luke diligently continued his calculations, he heard voices approaching.
“I think it’s this way. The traces are the most recent.”
“Indeed, good. If we move a little further, we might find that child. Let’s concentrate a little more!”
“Yes!”
“Hmmm… Have they already caught up to me?”
It seemed Py’s disturbance had not taken much time.
-Crackle, crackle.
The sound of rustling bushes was gradually growing louder.
Just a little further, just a tiny bit and they would find him.
However, at this moment, Luke’s completion of the calculations was still slightly faster than their discovery of him.
“Alright, I’m done.”
Luke took out the key, a fragment of space he had stored in the moonlight stone necklace.
Looking at the computer, he completed the formation of the magic formula and extended his hand with the key at the perfect angle and position.
Then, something unexpected happened.
A hole started to emerge in the empty space, suddenly emitting a peculiar hue.
It was the entrance to the spatial pocket, a singularity of space.
Its appearance resembled a star floating on the ground.
Without hesitation, Luke inserted the black key that cast his shadow into that light.
Click!
At the moment when light and shadow interlocked, he felt a starting sound not through his ears but through his fingertips.
Luke closed his eyes in preparation for the space that was about to open.
—————-
Luke soon felt that his body had reached the gap in space.
It was not yet time to open his eyes.
One should never gaze directly at the gap of space.
The act of ‘observing’ inherently has the effect of determining a state or form, making it an exceedingly dangerous action to open one’s eyes in a void.
This place was akin to the shadow of reality; once a material plane being ‘observes’ directly, it is impossible to predict what unforeseen variables might appear.
And Luke certainly did not want such accidents.
He had no authority to directly manipulate space, let alone that there was nothing worth seeing if he opened his eyes here.
The concept of space was subtle here, merely a simple passageway.
As he drifted through the gap in space, Luke felt it was about time to arrive, when he sensed something beneath his feet.
“Have I arrived?”
If he was still within the gap of space, then there certainly wouldn’t be any ground here, so he must have definitely reached the spatial pocket.
However, it was prudent to be a little more cautious, so he decided to wait for a moment.
At that time,
-Whooosh.
A breeze blew from somewhere, brushing against Luke’s body.
The wind blowing beneath his souvenir robe was quite strong.
‘Wind…?’
Why is there wind blowing?
There should be no reason for such a wind to blow in one’s own space.
This environment is not conducive to a wind forming…
It was strange.
Yet the wind continued to blow.
It was strong yet held a pleasant warmth.
The fragrance flowing in with that wind was also exquisitely fragrant.
It felt as if a mother was lovingly caressing her child.
Or rather, it seemed like something was actually brushing past his face.
Something soft and light, like paper or down…
‘What on earth is this sensation?’
Feeling a strong sense of awkwardness from this unfamiliar sensation he had never experienced while opening a spatial pocket, Luke slowly began to open his closed eyes.
What unfolded before him was a sight that left Luke no choice but to gasp in astonishment.
“This, what in the world is happening?”
What greeted his opened eyes was a vast field of flowers in a myriad of colors.
—————–
Luke chased after his hat caught by the wind and dusted himself off while looking around.
The flowers and grasses flourished beyond the horizon, and butterflies and petals danced freely across this wide prairie.
At first glance, it seemed incredibly beautiful, yet he could not comprehend it at all.
“Is this… really my spatial pocket?”
Luke still appeared bewildered.
At first, he thought maybe he was still in Luke Forest, but such a terrain was not something that could be found in Luke Forest.
Moreover, the twisted shape of space visible through magic sight confirmed to him that this was undeniably a spatial pocket.
Or did he mistakenly transfer to a bizarre space due to a calculation error?
No, there was nothing wrong with the calculations.
Though he had rushed a bit, he had not been careless in his review, and if his method had been flawed from the beginning, he would not have arrived at the space but rather been trapped eternally in a moment within the gap.
The coordinates were also accurate.
There were no issues that came to mind.
Then this space clearly belongs to him…
Of course, it had not been maintained for 5000 years, so perhaps it could be somewhat different from the space he remembered.
He had thought it possible that there might be no remaining artifacts at all.
However, this scene undoubtedly exceeded anything Luke could have anticipated.
“How could a spatial pocket turn out like this?”
How could he explain this current situation, Luke pondered as he dusted off the dirt from his hat and put it on his head.
The sunlight here was brighter than he had expected.
Yes, the sunlight.
Luke had something to say about that as well.
“Leaving a sun in the space… I have no memory of placing something like that…”
Not to mention, he had never attempted to cultivate plants on such a large scale.
Though he had slightly grown some magic grass, there had been no reason to use a spatial pocket for that.
Originally, spatial pockets were meant for ‘preservation’, not for cultivation.
So this place was hardly a suitable environment for growing plants.
“Hmmm…”
Luke fell into deep thought.
Then how should he define this bizarre phenomenon?
Could it be that over the long years, it had been influenced by space belonging to someone unknown?
Well, there were no signs of erosion.
If the original space were to erode, it would most likely become twisted and deformed, resembling a nightmarish hell, not transforming into such a beautiful meadow.
Statistically speaking, that seems unlikely.
At least, as far as Luke knew, he had never seen anyone cultivating a vast prairie in a spatial pocket, so it wouldn’t happen in this manner even if it were to erode.
Or perhaps, he had decorated this space himself, and simply had no memories of it?
If that were the case, it felt strangely wrong.
What kind of change in heart would lead to such actions?
Where on earth had all the various artifacts gone?
As he contemplated and walked on the path, Luke abruptly stopped in front of a certain flower.
If one were to ask why he was drawn to that flower among the many flowers and grasses, the reason was simple.
That flower was not planted; it was simply lying there.
In a bouquet.
Luke bent down to pick up this bouquet.
“This flower… seems quite familiar.”
It was a tribute meant to pray for the repose of a deceased person.
In the past, Renie always placed that flower on the grave of Kail Propson.
The very same one wishing for the peaceful afterlife of the departed…
As that thought occurred to him, Luke quickly raised his head.
“Could it be?”
Renie.
As that name crossed his mind, Luke’s heart began to race passionately.
Luke hurriedly turned to the wide prairie, looking for signs.
The colorful flowers, not having legs, maintained their positions.
Yet now that he looked closely, those flowers were not planted randomly without rhyme or reason.
When viewed from the place where the bouquet lay, it became apparent what it meant.
All the flowers and grasses planted in this green meadow were, in fact, a giant circuit diagram.
“Unbelievable!”
