As the broken wooden boards, bricks, glass shards from the chandelier, and even the dust scattered from the shattered building returned to their original positions, the foreign objects that didn't belong to this playhouse pocket dimension gradually sank into the floor. The previously waterlogged ground was now dry and rough to the touch.
Seeing her previously smashed food and daily supplies gradually swallowed by the pocket dimension, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but rub her forehead.
She had put away the Special Items and container back into her card inventory. The items that could still be used or eaten were picked from the debris and cleaned before being converted into cards. However, she didn't expect that after so many years, she would once again have to worry about food and water. If she didn't find a solution soon, she and Bohemia would run out of provisions in a month.
Bohemia, who could devour a watermelon and leave only the pigmentation, accepted reality faster than Lin Sanjiu.
"This is how everyone lives," Bohemia said, curling up on the dry sofa, completely unaware that Yuan Xiangxi was touching her hair with intermittent strokes. "You are lucky enough to have such a large stockpile of provisions and clothes... If it's gone, we'll just find more. What's the big deal? There are infinite apocalyptic worlds out there. Can't we sustain one more mouth to feed?"
Lin Sanjiu nodded, toying with two cards in her hand, and said, "Luckily, the Special Items aren't damaged."
"That's right! Don't you need that polishing agent? Although sir and I have never heard of it," Bohemia said. When she turned around, Yuan Xiangxi happened to raise his hand. She looked around with some doubt, then turned back to Lin Sanjiu and continued, "This thing doesn't sound like a rare item."
Looking at the [eBay] in her hand, Lin Sanjiu secretly hoped her words would come true.
Just because it's a Special Item doesn't mean it's unique; countless useful and convenient items are available for purchase in the Twelve Worlds. Lin Sanjiu was certain she wasn't the first person in history to have her ability show an advanced form. Even if she couldn't find the [Ability Polishing Agent], there must be alternatives, right?
She had already posted a purchase request on [eBay]. Now, she could only wait to see if anyone would respond. After all, Septimus had given her [Ability Polishing Agent] to someone, but Lin Sanjiu didn't know who. Trying to find the traces of the Twelve Personalities and retrieve the [Ability Polishing Agent] was like finding a needle in a haystack in the vast Doomsday world.
"But... Have none of you heard of this specific use for the item?" she asked, glancing at Puppeteer, wanting to remind him again, "What did you all do when your abilities entered an advanced state?"
As the head of the group, Puppeteer had undoubtedly become more patient and tolerant. Now, he even deigned to sit on the single-seater sofa and share the same air with the others. Even when he heard Sugar Cube's question, he just gave a wry smile, "If your ability requires an external object to manifest its effects, then it's a disability, not an advanced form."
There was no need to say it like that.
"Your evolution process is different from mine, and I can't provide more useful information," J7 said after listening for a while. "My ability evolves along the same logic, gradually increasing in effect, with variations falling within the standard deviation range. There's a distinction between high and low-level abilities, but there isn't a division into advanced and basic forms. However, your ability evolution responds to external environmental pressure and evolves randomly, making it impossible to compare the two."
Most people's evolution was probably similar to what J7 described. Yuan Xiangxi casually asked, "You can evolve too?"
After experimenting with the chocolate cake's card, she sighed and put it back into her card inventory.
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Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]
Science FictionWhat is Lava? Lin Sanjiu has no idea either. - A translation of N. Heller's Chinese novel.