An Adventure With an Immortal Mosquito

Chapter 44: Enchanting

(Not sure if I have already said this or not, but when something is confirmed to be a function of the System, I will use [x] instead of <x> to distinguish it. I am kinda overwhelmed rn due to university preparation, so I'll try and fix the earlier chapter about this later.)

(Also, changed the chapter name to something that fits in more in this chapter.)

The first floor is storage, and the second floor is forge. Each of these two floors represents a function that [Armory] has based on its description, with the former for the storage part and the latter for the creation part.

So, what about the enchantment part? What floor is it corresponding to?

Well, it's this white floor right here.

"This floor is the Private floor. it's...a lot less decorated than I thought."

Ichor continues to look around as he walks toward the altar where [Thaumiel]'s placeholder is as he mutters to himself.

'It's also really bright too. Why can't it be darker?'

"That's true. Guess I can dim it down a bit huh?"

As he thought about it, the room quickly dimmed down to a more manageable level. But still, there's still no decoration to be seen anywhere.

"Hmm, maybe I can do something about that too."

Ichor closes his eyes this time and thinks of something to decorate the floor. After a few seconds, the room suddenly turns dark as the floor turns into a hill covered in red glowing flowers, the altars now covered in vines and moss, making it look ancient and fitting for the current state of the floor.

On top of the hill, a circular table seemingly growing out of the ground can be seen, with two wooden chairs tucked nicely under it.

'Where is this place?'

"Not sure, but I have an oddly comfortable impression about it. So here we are."

That isn't a lie, as he truly didn't know why exactly he chose to turn the entire floor to look like this. All he could understand was that this was something he had seen before and that he had a good enough impression of this place that he subconsciously chose to manifest it here.

"No matter, what's done is done. Anyway, don't try and take the other seat here."

'... Why?'

"Dunno. But I have a feeling that it already had an owner a long time ago."

'But would the owner even know that I try to sit on his chair in here?'

"I got the feeling that they would be able to, even easily at that. So, just don't try your luck for now."

Crimson nods before flying into the middle of the table and circling around for a bit.

'Then, can I evolve here?'

"On the table?"

Crimson nods.

'Yeah!'

"Well, you can. How long will it take anyway?"

Crimson seems to take her time to estimate the time as Ichor puts away [Thaumiel] with his thought, causing the glove's placeholder to disappear before the real one comes to its place, floating as if it had never been out of there at all.

"Cool."

Looking at Crimson to see a physical question mark made of blood floating above her head, Ichor can only shake his head before looking at the notification panels about the System.