I Can Extract Game Items

Chapter 110 The New Business Location

Taking a single step forward, August felt a rush of energy envelop him, and before he realized it, he had crossed the entirety of his room in a split second.*CRASH!*

His shoulder slammed into the opposite wall, and the sheer momentum sent him flying backward, tumbling onto his bed with a groan.

[Skill Deactivated: Dash]

[HP: 17,400/17,500]*

[Warning: Recoil Damage Sustained]

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"Ow, ow, ow..." August winced, rubbing his shoulder. He lay there for a moment, staring at the fan now spinning at regular speed.

"It worked," he whispered in disbelief. "It actually worked."

His mind raced. These weren't just visuals on an interface—he could actually use his skills from the game in reality. And if Dash worked, what about Lightning Bolt?

He sat up as his heart pounded with adrenaline and anticipation. Grinning like a madman, he whispered to himself, "Let's see what else I can do."

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The next day, August arrived at the cozy, modern restaurant in the early evening with his face partially obscured by a scarf.

He had spent a huge chunk of yesterday evening testing out his newly acquired real-life abilities and was still in disbelief. He was fortunate to have found some old scrapyard to test out the lightning bolt or he would have really caused some collateral damage.

He still logged into Enders Light later in the night but he didn't take any quests. Instead, he gathered information on his tier-two test and understood much more about his requirements and what he needed to pass.

Enders Light was still buzzing about the newly completed Swordking Dungeon so August did well to stay out of sight and logged out later in the morning.

He'd spent most of today indoors doing re

"If you take the space, don't be a stranger. Best coffee in the district," Harold said with a chuckle.

"We'll see about that," August said with a small smile.

Before they could leave the building, a young woman with bright pink hair in a messy bun, wearing oversized overalls and a paint-splattered T-shirt, approached them.

"You're looking at the space upstairs?" her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she inquired.

"That's right," August said, intrigued by her colorful appearance.

"I'm Mia," she extended her hand. "I own the art studio on the fourth floor. If you move in, let's collaborate! I've been dying to work on something tech-inspired."

August chuckled. "How did you know that I was setting up a tech-related business?"

"Just a gut feeling," She smiled before waving him goodbye.

Just as they stepped out of the building, a commotion caught their attention. A delivery truck had accidentally bumped into a lamppost outside, causing a few sparks to fly.

Meredith immediately ushered August to the side as the driver jumped out, apologizing profusely.

"Never a dull moment," Meredith said dryly.

After everything settled down, August turned to Meredith. "Let's go for it. I'll take the space on the last floor."

"Excellent choice," she proceeded to pull out her tablet to finalize the paperwork. "You won't regret this."