Iris’s bag really is useless when fighting soone strong, but what about logistics? How much can it hold?
"How big is its capacity?" Leo asked.
In the world he used to live in, so powerful martial artists had the strength to defeat a thousand people. But total war with millions of people fighting was the real battle that decided victory or defeat.
"It can hold any amount, but there’s a limit on what can be put in. It can’t hold food, plants, or animals, even if they’re dead bodies."
Iris imdiately shut down Leo’s idea of storing a year’s worth of food in it, which made him feel a bit disappointed. But being able to carry a large amount of money wasn’t too bad either.
"You keep a lot of stuff in there, so why isn’t the bag heavy?"
He’d been a bit suspicious earlier. A huge mountain of treasure like that, but when Michael grabbed it, his movent was very light.
"You’ve got it wrong. That bag doesn’t actually hold things inside it. It’s connected to a special space, and the bag’s opening can be seen as a gateway linking to that place. Since it doesn’t contain anything, it won’t be heavy. It’s just that simple."
Leo nodded as if he understood, then suddenly stopped. Rembering her movent from before, he couldn’t comprehend it.
"Why did you shake the bag? That’s a special space, not sothing stored inside the bag."
"Ha ha, just a habit. Actually, it doesn’t do anything at all."
One side of Leo’s face twitched a bit, but his reaction wasn’t too big. Behavior this silly was normal. When she got serious, that’s when sothing important was really happening.
His gaze shifted towards where Michael had disappeared. Leo thought about whether he should pay attention to this matter or just ignore it.
"What are you going to do? Just wait like this? Besides, even if he can’t open the bag, he could still take the bag and hide it."
Hearing the possibility that the bag might get hidden, Iris just smirked. Does Michael have the ability to hide a divine artifact?
"If he really manages to hide it, I’ll call him my dad. Just let him play for a while. I want to see his helpless and desperate look."
???
Are you serious? One of you likes to call other people "dad", and the other likes to call other people "mom"?
Even though Leo understood that Michael and Iris often talk nonsense without thinking much about it, he still felt it was weird. Even though he was an orphan before, he’d never thought about calling anyone "dad" or "mom".
"Assuming he can’t hide it, can’t open it. Destroying it for sure he can’t do either. But he could piss you off by doing sothing like throwing the bag into a pile of shit..."
Leo was in the middle of voicing so ’weird’ ideas that seed similar to Michael’s when he imdiately shut up. It seed like an illusion or sothing similar. He actually felt like Iris’s hair seed to be floating up.
"Ha ha ha, if he dares..."
"Then I’ll skin him to make a bag."
Iris squinted, veins bulging on her forehead. If Michael dared to treat a god’s divine artifact like that, it ant insulting the god. That reason alone was enough for Iris to send Michael out of this world.
The terrifying murderous intent radiating from her made Leo feel like he might have just screwed Michael over.
"..."
"I think... Michael won’t be that stupid... Maybe..."
At this mont, he didn’t dare confirm that Michael wouldn’t commit that stupid act. He could only hope Michael would act with a little restraint.
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After going several miles away, Michael felt at ease stopping to see what was inside the bag. While he was happy, he suddenly shuddered.
"Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine? Could it be Iris is furious? Be mad all you want. Can you catch up with ?"
Probably because of the success of his little theft job, his confidence right now was extrely high. He even forgot to consider the fact that he would have to go back.
The more he looked at the bag, the more overwheld he was by the exquisiteness of every detail carved onto it. He didn’t know what material it was made of.
Of course, no matter how flashy it is, it’s not as important as the holy herbs inside. He didn’t intend to steal them because even if he stole them, he couldn’t use them. He just wanted to see how many valuable things Iris was carrying right now.
Looking from the outside, it wasn’t much different from a normal bag. It seed the bag’s opening was closed with a string tied in a simple knot, just needing a light pull to open it.
Michael gently used his finger to hold the string and pull, but there was no result. The more force he used, the more difficult it felt.
So he used both hands to yank hard, as if trying to tear the bag apart. The muscles in his arms bulged, but he didn’t feel the bag stretch even a little, let alone tear it.
"If two hands won’t do, then six hands. I don’t believe just a bag can stump ."
Saying that, he used full force, forcing every muscle in his body that could be used to work at maximum effort.
Feeling the pain coming from his muscles, but the bag remained completely unhard, his eyelids twitched a few tis.
"Damn it, did she do this on purpose? She let take it because she knew I couldn’t open it?"
He threw the bag straight down onto the ground, even stomping on it a few tis to feel better. This thing was definitely illogical, so of course stomping on it a few tis wouldn’t break it.
A gentle wind blew by, carrying a foul sll that made Michael frown and cover his nose with his hand. He was using his domain, so he quickly detected that there was sothing like a large pile of shit near him.
"Damn it, what careless beast took a dump here?"
Just as he finished cursing, an idea appeared in his head that only soone with a 200 IQ could think of.
"Can’t open it, can’t break it either... but getting it dirty shouldn’t be a problem, right? He he he..."
His laughter grew more and more despicable. Michael glanced at the bag in his hand, then looked at the pile of shit on the ground.
Although he felt a bit sorry to ruin such a beautiful item, thinking about Iris’s powerless, furious expression made it feel totally worth it.
While thinking about Iris’s face twisted in anger, he suddenly jolted. The bag was clearly just in his hand, but now it was nowhere to be seen.
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