The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 313: I Want A Space Ring

Chapter 313: I Want A Space Ring

With the nearly empty earthenware jar resting on the cool cellar floor, Xu Feng couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the lingering scent of metallic blood and the swirl of his unstable emotions.

He knew he needed to renew his enthusiasm for work, to distract himself from the ever nearing date of his confinement, child birth, possible death...

Time was slipping away, and he had precious little of it left to prepare for the arrival of his children. Even if he didn’t make it, he wanted them to live a good life.

His gaze swept across the cellar, its shelves brimming with earthenware jars, each holding the fruits of his labor. While the fruits and labor—the poor abused martial artists—were free, he was confronted by the reality of limited space.

The cellar had reached its capacity, and he had no room for further production of wines and jams.

The realization nagged at him, and he longed for a place where he could safely store his creations, a space where he could keep a vigilant watch over them. He wouldn’t be able to sleep if he couldn’t keep a watchful eye over things.

His brother hoarded electronics, and he hoarded wine...

His confinement within Blooming Courtyard restricted his movement, making other courtyards like Budding Courtyard and Flowering Courtyard too far away to house his expanding business.

His eyes flickered down to his swollen fingers, a sudden idea sparking in his mind. He recalled the peculiar space that occasionally allowed communication with Xu Zeng.

What if it wasn’t merely a spiritual connection but an actual, tangible space? A place where they could store not just their thoughts and share some memories, but physical objects, like Xu Zeng’s technological treasures or his own precious jams and wines.

The concept was exhilarating, and Xu Feng couldn’t contain his excitement, his grin widening from ear to ear. The lingering metallic taste of blood faded into the background as his imagination ran wild with possibilities.

However, reality swiftly reined in his enthusiasm...that and the fact that he was tired.

He considered the extraordinary and lucky life he had led in the last few months, from his rare demon beast heritage to his ability to wield wood based powers. He was a man—a whole entire man with all the right parts—pregnant with twins, who had encountered a sort of friendly ghost that guided him in cultivation.

AND let him cultivate in its space.

He had fallen in love with two extraordinary men and they loved him back fiercely, had discovered adoptive family members, and found a true brother. His life had been filled with fantastic and unbelievable moments—also some horrible misfortunes—leading him to wonder if his luck had finally been exhausted.

The transmigrations gods would have to stop dangling the carrot in his face sooner or later. He needed to stop while he was ahead, right?

Still, the idea tugged at his curiosity, an irresistible urge to test his theory. He recalled stories from novels where people unlocked the power of magical items by dripping their own blood on them.

With that idea in mind, Xu Feng reached into the collar of his robe, retrieving two rings suspended on a golden chain around his neck.

With a faint touch of anxiety and numbness, Xu Feng separated the gold ring from the one made of silver. He wiped the residual blood from his mouth onto the gold ring, his heart pounding in anticipation of something extraordinary.

He sat there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity—three minutes filled with sharp anticipation and the weight of expectation. But nothing happened. The cellar remained unchanged, and the ring lay passive in his hand.

"Haaah," The exhale was heavy.

His anticipation was gnawing at him, a mixture of disappointment and frustration. With a second puff of air, he finally gave up on the idea of the rings holding a secret storage space. Instead, he turned his attention to his burgeoning belly, rubbing it gently as he spoke to the two unborn eggs within.

"It’s okay," he murmured softly, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "We don’t need a storage space. This ring is more than enough, and it will allow us to talk to your uncle."

His words were directed at the two lives growing within him, a gentle attempt to connect and nurture their development. He had heard that speaking to unborn children could be beneficial, but a sense of self consciousness crept in, making him feel somewhat foolish.

No one had witnessed him talking to his belly, and he intended to keep it that way.

His gaze drifted upward, focusing on the ceiling of the cellar. Exhaustion had been his constant companion since leaving the mountains. It wasn’t the kind of tiredness that could be easily remedied by absorbing energy from seeds; it was a deep, heavy fatigue that often plagued pregnant people.

It seemed more pronounced due to the absence of energy outside the Dong Ancestor’s space. The specter had been a lifesaver, providing him with the necessary energy to endure the first five months of his pregnancy.

"I should take him some wine... if I don’t die," he mused, the thought tinged with morbid humor. It was then that he felt a subtle movement in his belly—a small bump, as if his unborn children were responding to his thoughts.

Xu Feng froze, his eyes widening as he tried to confirm the sensation, but it didn’t repeat itself.

Of course, it couldn’t be real, he thought. The doctors had struggled to detect his children’s pulses, and there should be no movements in his belly. Yet, for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to revel in the possibility, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

Slowly rising from the ground, he balanced his pregnant belly carefully, ensuring he didn’t drop the jar. He glanced around the cellar, feeling an overwhelming need for more space. In a moment of whimsy, he thought, ’I want all of these jars in my space.’

And just like that, it happened.

The cellar transformed before his eyes. The earthenware jars vanished from their shelves and spaces on the bare ground, leaving the space entirely empty.

Even the wooden shelving itself had disappeared, leaving behind only a single silver haired ger with a full belly, an open mouth, a single small earthenware jar, and a ceramic spoon in hand.