The monsters we hunted earlier, along with the dried meat and fruit we had stored up, could barely supply our team with food for about a week, and that was without me. Water mostly came from the rivers we passed. The pure water I gathered using magic wasn't undrinkable, but it seemed to lack certain components. Although the team members adapted very well to the trace amounts of magic it contained, they still had to endure side effects like abdominal pain most of the time.
The confident elves said they would go and find edible wild fruits, but to prevent another mishap, after leaving the hill, they mostly walked together in twos and threes, taking turns to move around with us as the center and the boundaries of our perception as the radius.
However, while this greatly ensured safety, it inevitably reduced the efficiency of foraging for food, to the point that the final result was barely enough to ensure that everyone could get one.
If only there were a pocket or crevice for carrying things.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart once again.
That way, food can be stored and retrieved anytime, anywhere, without worrying about spoilage or damage, or having to discard excess portions that cannot be carried.
But that idea can only remain a hope, right? The magical power has been raised to the point where it can cast and maintain this permanent spell, but the previous attempts have all failed, as if it has been blocked by some unknown resistance, and always fails at the last moment.
Perhaps it's because this is just a fictional world, and there are no concepts like the void or the abyss, that it can't be implemented smoothly?
I sighed inwardly again, watching the little ones sitting together, preparing to recover their strength through simple eating and rest. With nothing else to do, I once again made a futile attempt.
But there's no need to overthink it; this time it will definitely be the same...
No, wait a minute.
Why did it succeed this time?
Somewhat stunned, his hands unconsciously froze.
The sensation of repeatedly drawing something in with my fingertips, and the almost pitch-black inner lining I could see through the gaping crackâit was undoubtedly the pocket crease I had been keeping close at hand ever since I learned how to use it.
In an instant, a thousand or eight hundred ideas popped into my head.
"What's wrong, brother? Is something the problem?"
Sheng, with a crisp, crunchy fruit dangling from his mouth, cast a questioning glance at him.
But I'm not in the mood to care about that right now.
By the way, just asking...
Why did you suddenly pop out of there?
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