Master of Kaidan
Chapter 96: Utilizing the Characteristics of Illusory Objects

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Utilizing the Characteristics of Illusory Objects

The shout to hit the deck was remarkably accurate. After all, these soldiers were merely earning a paycheck; there was no need to risk their lives. Upon seeing the grenade, they instantly rolled and crawled in search of cover, while Feng Xue had already reached the Golden Cabinet. Without being picky, she directly poured the contents inside into a huge white hemp sack—

Name: Fantasy Item · Santa Claus’s Sack

Elements: [Storage], [Contain], [Transport], [Durable], [Sturdy], [Safe]

Description: The sack Santa Claus uses to carry gifts, allowing items to be retrieved at will. Although it looks like everything is randomly thrown inside, no matter how much it’s jostled, the contents remain intact.

Notes: Octagonal Point!

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This sack was another failed product of Feng Xue’s experiments in crafting storage tools. However, since Feng Xue was carrying it with her, it naturally wasn’t just because it could serve as a mere sack—

As the Golden Cabinet reverted back to a card, Feng Xue, without any delusions of luck, pulled the sack over her head and charged toward the door.

Though as a storage tool it was undeniably subpar, offering only the ability to retrieve items according to one’s thoughts, from another perspective, if used as a bullet-proof vest, it would be a divine artifact.

"Ensures the safety of the contents no matter what"—this attribute might seem like just a description, but what if one were to consider oneself as the content?

After creating this thing, Feng Xue once tested it with a black-coated ATM, as long as a person is stuffed inside, no matter how hard the beating from the outside, even with a knife or a crowbar, the person inside would not be harmed in the slightest. Of course, the pain was still the same.

There were certainly limitations, though. The sack could only protect its contents. Wearing it as a lining in front of one’s chest, it would be no more than an ordinary soft bullet-proof vest, no different from other fantasy apparel.

At this moment, Feng Xue was like a youth too lazy to dress up for Halloween, so he simply threw on a sheet to play a ghost, dashing toward the door covered in the sack. Even though there was no visibility inside the sack, and sound could only come from below her feet, the connection between the door and the void was like a beacon in the night, guiding her forward.

Under a full sprint, the twenty-plus meters distance took only a few seconds to cross. However, just as Feng Xue tried to casually pick up the toy grenade that should have been nearby, a series of gunshots already hit the sack.

The pain, like a hammer striking the knee, filtered through the sack and impacted her body. Protected by the miraculous power without any real harm, intense fear still surged through Feng Xue. It was the biological instinct to resist pain.

But she knew very well that the soldiers had probably realized what was happening. If she didn’t rush now, it wouldn’t be long before she was caught again.

The sack could only prevent damage to its contents, but it didn’t have the feature to prevent someone from pulling it off. As for killing them all... Feng Xue’s inner strength had not yet reached the level where she could confront firearms with a knife.

Clenching her teeth and enduring the pain, Feng Xue charged toward the door. Although she felt something blocking her path, she didn’t care and exerted force through her legs. Her inner qi surged from the rushing door acupoint, following the Spleen Meridian of the Foot Taiyin to the Yinbai acupoint.

Suddenly, she felt a surge of power rise from her feet. The blockers ahead of her were hardly an obstacle. The last two meters were cleared in one stride, and Feng Xue, shielded by the sack, grasped the door handle.

The "door" linking worlds was more of an imagery, a passage woven from the concept and information of a real-world door. Once established, it was no longer constrained by the door itself, let alone the frame. Even if the frame had been dismantled, as long as one reached this place, merely stretching out a hand, they could naturally grasp the object signifying the door’s opening.

Grasping firmly, Feng Xue felt a profound sensation unfolding in his heart. He leapt forward as if blessed by a stroke of fortune, bringing along the "obstacle" that hindered him and burrowing into the door...

A sensation of breaking through some membrane washed over him in an instant, yet he felt not the slightest sense of relief, for he knew all too well that the other side of the door was no paradise.

Without hesitation, he rolled on the spot, spinning several times before expertly shedding the carried cloth. He had practiced this move in private dozens of times, and the whole process was as smooth and fluid as if it were a performance.

However, he didn’t think of it that way. As he freed himself from the cloth, he already had the Holy Mother in hand.

It wasn’t until then that he clearly saw the scene before him, and then he saw a man clad in a full set of tactical gear, being pinned to the ground by a group of tenacious foes.

"Bro, we thought you were gone for good since you haven’t come back for so long!" Yellow Hair, whom he hadn’t seen for quite a while, greeted Feng Xue with a look of wariness and casually waved his hand, but Feng Xue didn’t relax at all. Holding the bundle filled with a large number of books brought back from the real world, he was ready to activate his Kaidan skill at a moment’s notice.

"Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous. Everyone’s the same when they just get back, but the high wall isn’t up yet. Before the landfill area is truly constructed, the big shots from the residential area won’t come here."

Seeing Feng Xue’s guarded stance, Yellow Hair merely smiled and gestured to the people around him to give way, providing Feng Xue with enough time to adapt.

Feng Xue took a deep breath, scanned the surrounding environment, and noticing it hadn’t changed much since he left, slung the bundle behind his back and said,

"Looks like you’ve had quite a haul?"

"That’s right, although it was a bit perilous. Even the least fortunate ones who made it back have become ’Rumors’. Thanks to you, I’ve gotten a glimpse of the ’Anomaly’. If I understood the language over there, I might have become a real ’Anomaly’ by now."

Feng Xue listened to Yellow Hair, noting the words "Anomaly" and "Rumor" – two terms that seemed to relate to the levels of Kaidan – in his mind, planning to call Old Li later for details. Then he turned to look at the soldier tied up like a piglet and asked,

"Do you have any use for this guy? He probably can’t open doors, right?"

"Yeah, he can’t, but if you follow him, you can go through that door to the real world, just like you brought him here," Yellow Hair said, eyeing the soldier with obvious malice.

"I plan to digest this trip’s gains fully, and once I’ve gathered another batch of ’Identity’, I’ll head back to slaughter that whole bunch of bastards! I was wondering how much it would cost to obtain the credentials to pass through that door, but you happened to bring it back with you."

Listening to Yellow Hair casually treating the actual person as part of his loot, Feng Xue frowned slightly but did not argue. Although Yellow Hair hadn’t attacked him, it seemed there was no intent to become friends. With that thought, Feng Xue smiled and said,

"Well then, I wish you good luck."

With that, he didn’t wait for Yellow Hair to say anything more. He clasped the sides of his cloak to his chest, and in an instant, he vanished into the shadows...