Utopian System

Chapter 438 System's God Games

After finishing their feast of impossible foods, Elio decided to thoroughly explore the statue's options. The sheer number of categories was overwhelming... weapons, armor, materials, and countless other items he'd never seen before.

"Let's check these systematically," he muttered, focusing first on the weapons and potions sections. Emberg floated nearby, its tongue coming out often with curiosity as it peered at the menu. Poison Stinger clicked its pincers impatiently, pointing at various glowing items. Your next journey awaits at empire

When Elio reached the invocation-specific section, something caught his eye. Special potions designed for invocation enhancement, armors specifically for spiritual forms... The prices were astronomical, one million points each.

The sight triggered a memory: that day he'd first merged with Emberg, experiencing the world through his invocation's form.

An idea began to form.

"Hey, Emberg..." Elio turned to his salamander companion, who was currently trying to juggle small fireballs to amuse Poison Stinger. "Could you... check something for me?"

Emberg tilted its head questioningly, accidentally dropping a fireball that Poison Stinger had to quickly dodge.

"Could you try approaching that door? Maybe... see if you can pass through it?"

Emberg's flames dimmed dramatically, the salamander backing away with an emphatic shake of its head. Even Poison Stinger seemed to cringe, hiding behind Emberg.

"Come on," Elio encouraged, "you're a spiritual form made of mana. If anything happens, you'll just return to the book, right?"

Emberg pointed accusingly at the door, then made an exaggerated dying motion, flopping onto its back with its tongue sticking out. Poison Stinger clicked its approval of this dramatic performance.

"Really?" Elio couldn't help but laugh. "That's a bit much, don't you think?"

Emberg rolled back up, crossed its arms (somehow), and turned its back on Elio. The salamander's flames sparked in what could only be described as a huff.

"What if..." Elio reached into his pocket and pulled out a treat from their earlier feast, a crystallized flame drop that Emberg had particularly enjoyed. The salamander's head turned slightly, interest clearly piqued despite its attempt to maintain its indignant pose.

Poison Stinger, seeing an opportunity for mischief, snuck up behind Emberg and pushed it forward with its pincers. The salamander jumped, shooting a small flame burst that the scorpion dodged while making clicking sounds that somehow conveyed laughter.

In Emberg's form, Elio approached the portal. The swirling energies seemed less threatening from this perspective, more like patterns of pure mana than an ominous void.

He was about to step through when he heard clicking behind him. Poison Stinger had moved to his side, its crystalline form reflecting the portal's light in mesmerizing patterns.

"You're coming too, huh?"

The scorpion's response was to give him a gentle push toward the portal, as if to say "enough stalling."

Taking one last look at his body (where Emberg was making a show of how not to walk), Elio stepped into the portal, Poison Stinger right beside him.

The world that materialized before Elio's Emberg spiritual form was unlike anything he had ever seen. An endless tapestry of green stretched to the horizon, but this wasn't the familiar green at the top of his world's vegetation...

Each blade of the alien grass had the same lighter color.

In the distance, tons of trees made a huge forest. Mountains on the horizon seemed to also have trees, and above it all, a sun that seemed both familiar and utterly alien cast its light across the landscape that felt like a sea of green to him.

"Beautiful..."

Elio wanted his world to be like this one.

Poison Stinger moved cautiously beside him, testing the ground with its pincers as if unsure the surface was truly solid despite its appearance.

Everything was new, every detail a revelation. The very air seemed to carry a strong scent of vegetation that somehow made Elio relax.

Then, in the middle of the plain, something appeared.

A small, green creature materialized from nowhere, about the size of a child but utterly alien in its features. Its skin was a verdant shade that seemed to shift in the light, its pointed ears twitching as it noticed them, its large luminous eyes filled with an intelligence that made Elio pause.

"What is that?" Elio found himself moving forward, fascination overriding caution. Poison Stinger tugged at his spiritual form, trying to hold him back, but the pull of this new discovery was too strong.

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