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Fini propped himself up and sat on the ground. Looking at the thoroughly disheveled Thor beside him, he spoke up and asked, "The matters on this end have been mostly handled by now, right?"
"Yeah!"
Thor gave a listless response and replied, "There's only some final cleanup and restoration work left."
"In that case, I'd like to head back first."
Hearing Fini's words, Thor was caught off guard. He also sat up from the ground and asked, "But if you don't come back with me, how should I explain things to Royal Father?"
"It's not the first time, what's there to be afraid of!"
Fini glanced at Thor. As early as his very first day in Nornheim, Odin had been secretly watching them from the sidelines.
Although they indeed had a similar experience once before, Thor couldn't guarantee that the outcome this time would be as effortless as the last. However, seeing Fini's indifferent demeanor, he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and ask, "Are you planning to go to Alfheim?"
"Yeah!"
Fini nodded. Even though he needed to make a quick trip to Muspelheim beforehand to draw his new skill, there was no need to explain his itinerary so thoroughly to Thor.
Although Thor secretly wished for Fini to stay behind for a few days so they could finish up the administrative work and return together, seeing the slight sense of urgency in Fini's eyes, he ultimately refrained from saying anything further.
After resting for half a day, Fini prepared to depart for Muspelheim to execute his skill draw.
He had no intention of returning to Asgard first just to have Heimdall teleport him via the Bifrost. After all, that would require inventing another excuse. Therefore, he intended to simply open a portal and head over by himself.
After giving Thor a brief heads-up, Fini walked over to a quiet, deserted location. He spent a considerable amount of time preparing himself before leveraging the residual energy of the Space Stone to slash open a portal leading straight to Muspelheim.
Perhaps because the timing of the Convergence was drawing closer and closer, Fini felt that opening portals between the Nine Realms was noticeably less exhausting than it used to be.
Stepping once more into this desolate land of raging flames, Fini couldn't help but think of Surtur. In truth, the reason he had been able to fill the experience bar for the ninth draw so rapidly was largely thanks to Surtur's invaluable contributions.
After all, the Fire Demon Lord and his dragon alone had provided a whopping three hundred experience points, which practically accounted for a third of the total experience required for this ninth draw.
Returning to the familiar volcanic cavern, Fini utilized the Golden Ars Magna to meticulously set up and secure his surroundings. He then forced his mind into a state of absolute tranquility, thoroughly preparing himself for the upcoming draw.
Before triggering the draw, Fini couldn't help but look back and reflect on the various harvests he had accumulated during this extended journey.
If he excluded that initial unexpected detour to Jotunheim, he had already been away from Earth for nearly five whole months.
Over these past five months, his gains could be described as incredibly bountiful. Needless to say about the experience points, the imminent ninth skill draw was already his single greatest harvest.
In terms of physical items, the comprehensive star chart was already securely in his possession. Additionally, there was the 'Pearl of the Ocean' obtained in Vanaheim—which, despite being somewhat useless to him personally, was still an exceptionally precious artifact. Along the way, he had also successfully commissioned a custom magic staff from the Dwarves of Nidavellir.
As for his skills, the progression was equally substantial. The Kumin記 Fried Chicken Chunk Roll had experienced yet another evolution. Not only had Incursio successfully developed its water mode, but it had also unlocked a vital 'Fire Resistance' attribute.
Most importantly, he had learned a sophisticated object-concealment technique from Frigga, which immensely alleviated his logistical headaches regarding carrying and storing various equipment.
Furthermore, up to this point, his planned travel itinerary was essentially nearing completion. The only realms left unvisited were Alfheim of the Light Elves and the notoriously inaccessible underworld of Helheim. He had already established stable coordinate markers in the other seven realms.
Now, as long as he finished drawing this ninth skill and took a quick tour through the final realm of Alfheim, his grand cosmic excursion could be brought to a completely successful conclusion.
After spending a long time preparing, Fini double-checked and triple-checked everything. Once he was absolutely certain that there was no surveillance and that he would not be disturbed by any outside forces, he officially initiated the ninth draw.
Taking a deep, centering breath, Fini activated the luck-enhancement buff of the Golden Ars Magna. He opened his internal system interface and smoothly, rapidly completed the activation sequence—a process he had already experienced eight times before, yet one that still caused his blood to pump with intense excitement.
The actual drawing process was incredibly brief, concluding almost in the span of a single millisecond.
Even though Fini strictly told himself to remain completely calm before every single draw, the very moment the process concluded and he prepared to inspect the newly acquired ability, his heart would still inevitably begin to pound at a frantic pace.
Even though he already had eight powerful skills serving as his baseline foundation, possessed two Infinity Stones in his hands, and was even actively plotting to acquire a third, he still felt incredibly apprehensive about the randomness of the draw's outcome.
In reality, Fini was well aware that given his current baseline capabilities, it wouldn't be a disaster even if he failed to pull a top-tier skill. However, when it came to a gamble like this, who wouldn't secretly harbor the hopeful desire to strike absolute gold on the very first try?
With a tense yet thrilled heart, Fini checked the finalized result of the ninth draw. A profound expression of pure shock and bewilderment instantly washed over his face.
"Skill: Tyrant's Eye (Jiaou Shingan)"
"Origin: Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions!"
"Introduction: Reality, be rent! Synapses, shatter! Vanish from this world!"
The reason Fini felt so incredibly shocked and taken aback was because he actually recognized this particular anime. Although many years had passed, he still clearly remembered it as a thoroughly slice-of-life, ordinary comedy. The so-called 'Tyrant's Eye' was supposed to be nothing more than a delusional eye born from a teenager's overactive imagination.
However, considering the fact that his Kumin記 Fried Chicken Chunk Roll skill could literally manifest physical food out of thin air, Fini quickly abandoned his internal doubts regarding its origin. After all, if it was produced by the system, it was guaranteed to be functional.
Furthermore, based on the cryptic introductory text provided by the system, Fini couldn't quite deduce the practical application of this eye. Thus, he decided to test it out directly.
After studying the operational mechanics of the skill for a brief moment, Fini exhaled a soft breath and chanted in a low, deep tone: "Reality, be rent! Synapses, shatter! Vanish from this world!"
The moment the incantation broke the seal, a blindingly radiant golden light abruptly erupted from within Fini's right eye.
Simultaneously, the space immediately surrounding Fini's body began to resemble a shattering mirror. Following a strange, crisp cracking sound, the environment transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, shifting into a completely different manifestation.
"This is actually... a pocket dimension..."
Rubbing his slightly throbbing right eye, Fini stared blankly at the surrounding environment that was continuously shifting and reshaping itself in perfect accordance with his thoughts. At this moment, the sheer shock permeating his heart could no longer be described with mere words.
Ever since the day he first set foot in Kamar-Taj, the specific spells Fini had desired to master above all else had essentially never changed: the Eldritch Gate and the Mirror Dimension.
The sling ring portals went without saying. With the physical assistance of the artifact paired with his subsequent innate talent compensation—which was suspected to stem from his affinity with the Space Stone—his proficiency with portals was easily among the absolute finest in all of Kamar-Taj.
However, the Mirror Dimension was an entirely different story. Even though he had poured immense effort into practicing it for a very long time, he was still completely unable to manifest the spell to this day. Although he was constantly told he was just a single step away from crossing the threshold, that final step had remained utterly insurmountable.
Fini had originally assumed that once he successfully acquired the Reality Stone, it might provide some peripheral assistance in mastering that particular spell.
Yet, he had never expected that such a massive surprise would arrive so swiftly. He no longer needed to worry about how to take that final step forward—because with the acquisition of the Tyrant's Eye, he had completely bypassed the original destination by an astronomical margin.
He had leaped directly into becoming a Pocket Dimension Lord!
To put it in the academic terms frequently utilized by Kamar-Taj, he was now technically considered a member of the Dimensional Dread Dormammu-class entities, even though his current pocket dimension was admittedly a bit on the smaller side.
Fini looked around at the dimensional space, which currently only extended to a mere five-meter radius around his body. He was completely at a loss as to what kind of expression he should make. The actual mechanical effect of the Tyrant's Eye had completely shattered his expectations.
(End of Chapter)