[Chapter 81. Just in Ti for Dinner]
The dungeon portal dissolved into a swirl of dissipating particles behind Searanox as he materialized back into the world of the living. The familiar transition—from the oppressive, artificial silence of a dungeon to the chaotic, open air of the forest—settled deep in his bones. He took a montary inventory of his storage ring. One hundred ten silver coins and a pair of armored gloves. The gloves were heavy, designed for a physical brawler, and utterly useless to his current build. But he kept them. In his mind, nothing was truly useless; it was simply a resource waiting for its proper context. Scrap builds up. Options multiply. Efficiency is born from the accumulation of junk.
It was late afternoon. The golden hour was beginning to stretch long shadows across the clearing, and the next optimal dungeon run was still hours away. He walked toward the central stone of the Spire, his fingers hovering inches above its smooth, cool surface. A thought clicked into place, a realization about the chanics of this world that had been nagging at the back of his mind.
"Right. That. But not now," he whispered to the stone.
With a flick of his wrist, the burning corner of the notebook page appeared between his thumb and forefinger. He held it up, watching the fla. It hadn't flickered, it hadn't grown, and most importantly, it hadn't consud the rest of the paper. It was exactly as it had been when he’d stowed it. He watched it for a few beats of his heart, then dismissed it back into the void of the ring.
"Better than expected," he mused.
He found Iris on the fourth-floor balcony. She was a silhouette of sharp angles against the setting sun, leaning against the stone railing with her gaze fixed intently on the dark, undulating line of the forest.
"Iris," he said, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Tell exactly what you know about the storage ring."
She turned, her movents fluid and predatory even in a mont of rest. "It creates a finite, extradinsional space to store items," she answered plainly.
"More specific," he pressed, stepping closer.
Her silver eyes t his, searching for the intent behind the question. "That is the extent of its function, Searanox. It is a pocket of non-space. Nothing more."
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "What if I told you it’s significantly more than a simple backpack?"
"Possible," she conceded, though her tail gave a skeptical twitch. "Its primary purpose is storage. What else could it be?"
"Let's test the physics," he said. "I put a burning piece of paper in there hours ago. If this was just a dark room, what would happen when I took it out now?"
Iris tilted her head, her analytical mind already running the variables. "The fire would consu the available oxygen in the enclosed volu and extinguish itself. You would retrieve cold ash."
"Wrong." The word was sharp, a rare sliver of genuine joy breaking through his usual monotony. He extended his hand, and the page reappeared. The tiny, orange fla was still dancing at the edge of the paper, vibrant and hungry, unchanged by the passage of ti. "It cos out exactly as it went in. Temporal stasis. Hot stays hot. Hours later."
A predatory grin spread across Iris's muzzle, her eyes sharpening with a sudden, lethal understanding. "Stasis within a fixed volu..." she whispered. She looked from the fla to Searanox, her mind already leaping through tactical applications. "Hot food on long missions. Preserved reagents. Or..."
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"Or a grenade with the pin pulled, kept in the mont of release," he finished for her. The page vanished again. "But there’s more. Sothing so obvious I almost missed it because I was looking for complexity." He held her gaze. "Extraction. You can put a handful of dirt inside, and when you call it back out, you can choose to extract only the dirt. The stones, the twigs—they stay behind. Or better yet, they're filtered."
Iris took a step toward him, her head tilting as she processed the logistical implications. "Filtration. Automatic separation of components by material type. That is... incredibly efficient."
Searanox’s grin widened. "Exactly. Now, think bigger. When you kill a beast... don't just shove the carcass in. Use your ring to strip its hide, its claws, its bones. Leave only the at inside if that's what you want. If the system recognizes material types, we don't need a butcher."
Iris’s eyes glead with a cold, predatory light. "I will test it imdiately. If this works, our operational efficiency increases by a factor of ten."
She gave a curt, military nod and turned toward the door. "I have a Warren Hare in my inventory. I'll start the trial now."
"Let's go to the river," Searanox said, looking out at the horizon. "It's about ti," he muttered, glancing at his ntal map before following her down.
At the riverbank, the air was cooling rapidly. Iris summoned the Warren Hare's corpse, holding the limp creature by its hind legs.
"Store it, then retrieve only the pelt," Searanox commanded.
He watched as the hare vanished in the familiar flash of blue light. A second later, Iris’s hand shimred, and she was holding a perfect, supple pelt. Searanox took it from her, turning it over to inspect the underside.
"I'm no tanner," he said, running a thumb over the clean surface, "but I know you’re supposed to scrape off the flesh and fat before drying a hide. There isn't a speck of blood or tissue on this. It’s... surgically clean."
He stored the pelt in his own ring and nodded. "Try the blood or the bones next."
The next thing Iris retrieved was the blood. It didn't co out as a stain; it ca out as a concentrated sphere of liquid that imdiately splashed onto the rocks like soone had emptied a bucket. He raised an eyebrow. "Good thing we decided to do this outside."
In quick succession, she retrieved the skull, the skeletal structure, the tendons, and finally, the raw, perfectly portioned at. It was a macabre puzzle, laid out on the river stones with the precision of a laboratory specin. Everything was perfectly separated, as if processed by a master butcher with a laser.
They left the bones and offal by the water for the scavengers. Searanox turned his head, looking downstream toward a bend in the river.
"Took you four long enough," he said.
The four won—Vanessa, Lana, Carn, and Sarah—trudged up the riverbank. They were a pathetic sight: faces streaked with dried mud and sweat, clothes torn by briars, and eyes hollowed out by the fifty-kiloter trek.
Vanessa stopped dead, her green eyes fixed on Searanox. The sight of him—clean, relaxed, and standing over a pile of fresh at—snapped sothing inside her. "You knew," she hissed, her voice cracking with a mixture of fury and disbelief. "You knew exactly where we were, and you just... what? Stood here playing with a rabbit?"
She advanced a few steps, her hands trembling as they curled into fists.
Lana flinched at the tension, her wooden shield clanking softly against her armor as she instinctively retreated. Carn, however, placed a steadying hand on Lana’s arm, her dark eyes scanning the processed hare remains on the ground. She wasn't looking at Searanox with rage; she was looking at him with a terrifyingly calm assessnt. Sarah just stared at the bones, her face pale.
"We almost died!" Vanessa shrieked. "A wolf attacked us! It could have ripped Lana’s throat out!"
"And yet, you killed it," Searanox countered, offering a slight, dismissive wave of his hand. "You’ve been remarkably fortunate. You encountered singular beasts, at opportune tis, on a path that was... statistically favorable."
He caught Carn’s eye just as she was about to speak. He gave her a sharp, warning look. She took a sharp breath, her jaw snapping shut as she realized exactly how "fortunate" their pathing had actually been.
The fire in Vanessa’s eyes dimd slightly, replaced by a cold, simring hatred. She couldn't process his callousness. To him, their trauma was just a successful data point.
"Now," Searanox said, turning back to Iris as if the won were nothing more than late dinner guests. "Clean yourselves up. You're just in ti for dinner."
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