Chapter 7: Another World
Kael stood in front of the goddamn mirror.
"A door to another world."
The voice in his head—clear as fuck, like soone whispering right into his skull—hadn’t been his imagination.
[Title Unlocked: Inheritor of the Gate]
You have inherited an artifact of world-shifting power.
— Passive Effect: Dinsional Awareness (Lv 1)
[System Expansion Initialized...]
Welco, Kael Lancaster.
You are now recognized as a Dinsional User.
— System Core: [Dinsional Interface V.1]
— Primary World: Earth
— Linked World: [?? Unknown Realm ??]
— System Sync: 12%... 27%... 45%...
[Warning]
You are now subject to Dinsional Interference.
Expect encounters with interworld phenona.
You may be marked by forces unknown.
Kael clenched his jaw. Either he’d completely lost his damn mind, or his grandfather had left him sothing a hell of a lot weirder than money.
"What is this—sci-fi Skyrim? Or one of those isekai light novels?"
He waved a hand through the glowing text. No resistance. Just floating data his brain could sohow see.
"Okay. HUD. System interface. Jesus, this is straight-up RPG bullshit."
Still, it didn’t vanish. It stayed burned into his vision.
He exhaled sharply. "Grandpa, what the hell did you do?"
He looked at the mirror again.
"Just one finger," he muttered. "See what happens."
Kael hesitated. He had two options now:
Option 1: Walk the fuck away. Tell soone. Sell the story. Beco the guy who discovered interdinsional travel—instant fa, interviews, maybe a Netflix deal.
Problem: The second he opened his mouth, so shadowy governnt fucks would kick down his door, drag him to a black site, and turn this basent into a lab. And goodbye freedom.
Option 2: Keep it secret. Use it.
His grandfather had. The old bastard had built an empire with whatever he’d pulled from the other side. Gold? Technology? Sothing else?
Kael’s fingers twitched.
"Fuck it."
He pressed his palm flat against the glass.
Cold.
The mirror’s surface didn’t feel like glass—it was viscous, clinging, like dipping his hand into a pool of liquid shadow.
Then the pull ca.
Sudden. Violent.
Kael barely had ti to gasp before the darkness yanked him forward.
The Other Side
Kael stumbled, knees hitting dirt.
Kael found himself in a forest. And surprisingly, it was now day on the other side.
He whipped around.
The mirror—the portal—was gone.
His stomach dropped.
No. No, no, no—
He spun, heart hamring against his ribs. Nothing but trees, moss, silence.
"Shit. Shit."
He was stranded. No way back. No—
Then, like a fucking nightmare blinking into existence, the black portal reappeared behind him, swirling like ink in water.
Kael exhaled hard.
"Okay. Okay. So it’s not a one-way trip."
He reached out, fingers skimming the surface. The portal held.
He stepped through—
Basent.
Dust. Rot. The familiar stench of mildew.
He turned back. Touched the mirror again.
He returns to the forest.
Back and forth. Testing.
The third ti he crossed, he realized—
It’s responding to .
He didn’t need the mirror. He just had to think about the portal, and it opened.
A grin split his face.
"Hell yeah."
...
Kael crouched in the basent, running his hands over the nearest artifact—a dagger with a blade so black it drank the light.
His grandfather’s letter had said it: "I built my empire with what I took from the other side."
So.
Ti to steal so magic shit.
He grabbed the dagger.
『Item registered: Shadowforged Dagger. Weight: 0.8kg. Storage capacity remaining: 9.2kg.』
A screen. A stat sheet. Like a fucking video ga but real as sin.
"Storage skill, huh?"
He concentrated, willing the dagger to vanish.
Poof.
Gone.
His hand was empty.
He reached for it in his mind—like calling sothing from a dream.
Poof.
Back again.
He laughed—manic. "This is what I want."
Kael enters the mirror again.
He needed to test the other skill—Dinsional Exchange.
The letter hadn’t explained shit.
"Trade objects between worlds."
Okay. But how?
He picked up a rock. Held it out.
"Exchange."
Nothing.
He frowned.
Then—
『Exchange requires equivalent value. Offer sothing of worth.』
Of course. Equivalent exchange. Magic economics.
Kael dug in his pocket. Pulled out his cheap-ass digital watch. Ten bucks at most. Scratched. Battery already dying.
"Here. This for... sothing useful."
The air shimred.
The watch blinked out of existence.
Two silver coins dropped into his palm. Etched with a symbol he didn’t recognize.
『Exchange complete.』
Kael turned the two coins over in his palm.
Kael’s grin faded.
That old man really left a goldmine. If he were still alive... I’d wash his feet with whiskey.
Far off, past the trees, a flicker of stone and light caught his eye.
A city.
It looked like a dieval city.
Kyle put the two coins in his pocket. He decided to head towards the city.
It wasn’t that far.
Huge walls. Gates guarded by statues—or were they golems? Kael couldn’t tell if they breathed.
As he got closer, he saw figures moving. Hooded. Ard. Not imdiately hostile, but watching.
Kael stopped at the edge of the treeline.
This was real.
No dream. No simulation.
A new world. Full of danger. Full of the unknown.
He checked his storage.
9.2kg left.
One dagger in storage. Two alien coins in his pocket.
No plan.
But a shitload of curiosity and nothing tying him down.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let’s go fuck with fate."
And with that, Kael walked toward the city gates, the grin creeping back across his face like a wicked promise.
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