I Shall Pervert the Heavens

"Good, keep that active at all times, even in your sleep. Next, you will begin sword training," Zach immediately said. At this point, he truly felt like a real sword master taking in a disciple.

Amy inspected her shoulder in surprise and poked it with a long, slender finger several times in disbelief. She had never expected it to heal so fast. It simply seemed unnatural to her.

Taking her attention away from it, the dungeon made a large stone slab in the entrance passage where it was brighter. It was the same height as her, but with rectangular holes 3" wide and 1" tall, each numbered in wood. He also created several stone swords with similar weight distribution ratios as the iron sword.

Unsure as to what she was supposed to do, she asked the dungeon.

"Take one of the stone swords. This is thrusting practice. You must thrust straight through the openings with both power and speed. Start by going numerically from 1 to 9. Once you are proficient, we will work with different attack patterns and slashing."

"How long train?"

"Until you can no longer hold a sword. Don't forget to maintain concealment at all times. This kind of training never ends," Zach replied. Although to her, his voice was monotonous, lacking any form of human emotions, Zach was truly feeling smug right now. He felt like he was about to train the future sword goddess soon. Who wouldn't feel smug? Maybe he should make her kowtow and take him as a master?

The young elf woman picked up one of the many stone swords. What surprised Zach was that as soon as she held it, it was no longer recognized as his, so he wouldn't be able to manipulate it or even reabsorb it into himself. It was now a completely foreign entity.

Amy stabbed the sword toward the first hole but missed by a small margin, the sword sending the vibration directly up and into her arm, causing it to hurt deep in the bones and stagger backward. Despite that, she continued trying her best under the dungeon's coaching.

While one portion of the dungeon was focused on training Amy like a gladiator coach, it was also continuing its excavation process, which never seemed to end. It had lost a <Lv. 3> and <Lv. 2> digger, but it had gained three more <Lv. 1> ones, so its monster mining speed hadn't slowed down.

He used the Mineral Detection subskill and scanned the area surrounding his dungeon. With the higher level in Mining, the detection range was much greater and more detailed than before. He spotted a fuzzy galaxy-like sea of grey motes of light in his detection range. If he dug directly toward it, he should reach there in just under two days.

The subskill also told him what it was. It was something he was confused and at the same time shocked about.

Damaged Spatial Soul Mover.

And what that was, he didn't know, as the system seemed not willing to tell him unless he found a way to lay his hands on it.

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Two days passed in which Grandmaster of sword Zach drove Amy to the bone in sword drills. She was forced to keep thrusting her sword over and over again, even when her hands were bloody as the skin tore from all the times she missed the holes.

Despite the damage she did to herself each day, he would properly tend to her hands and still-healing shoulder each afternoon, trying to make her feel her own mana vein herself, much to no avail.

He was learning new things about her mana vein every day, though, and also had to help it close the holes it opened to increase the healing speed. Rather than strengthening the channel walls, though, he went back to expanding them and increasing its maximum capacity and flow speed.

He also opened up temporary holes in the vein from time to time to allow his tendrils to extend out and examine her body too, a new trick he learned which apparently made the young elf woman feel some discomfort.

Finally, after two days of continuous digging, Zach finally reached the so-called Damaged Spatial Soul Mover.

Unlike what he expected, the Damaged Spatial Soul Mover was like a tire, but a big-sized tire of a car that even a fully grown elephant could pass through without any discomfort. On the dark tire-like circle were faint shimmering energies all over it, making it feel more and more like a galaxy of stars.

Moving one of his mana tendrils to touch it, Zach noted how tough it was. He even speculated that it would be tougher than any iron ever known to mankind.

"What does Damaged Spatial Soul Mover mean?" Zach muttered in confusion as he looked at the object spotted by the system lying silently inside the room he recently dug. Not knowing what it was, he didn't want Amy to even spot it yet, so he felt it was better to make the gnomes and diggers move it here.

But after spending the whole day observing it, he arrived at a conclusion that this must be something odd or important for the system to personally spot it.

And judging from its name, Zach speculated if it was related to souls. Maybe a device that could move a soul away as soon as the body was destroyed to protect him? After all, wasn't that what the system did for him? Although the system didn't teleport his soul elsewhere but just protected it, still it felt like this was linked to it in some ways.

"System, can I get the information related to this... Damaged Spatial Soul Mover?" Zach asked, tired of speculating. Even with his supercomputer-like brain, he still hated using his brain. As the saying goes, old behaviors are hard to let go of.

[New object detected!

Testing against existing records…

Checking history...

History checking complete...

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Information loading complete!

Would host like to have a look at it right now?]

"Of course I would like to look at it. Why did I ask you for it if not to look at it? Smell it as if I have a nose?" Zach grumbled. He even felt as if the system was doing all this intentionally.

Clicking on the information within his mind, Zach prompted it to appear immediately.

<Damaged Spatial Soul Mover: A high-level artifact created by Master Oogah, the strongest ancestor of dwarves, using molten liquid of the sun and star to make it indestructible.

Uses: The Damaged Spatial Soul Mover was created thousands of years ago when Master Oogah's family was killed in war. Depressed that he couldn't revive them, he made research on parallel worlds and discovered a way to send his soul into the parallel world. With that, he sold all his fortune and even stole some things from dragons, humans, and elves and traveled to the sun and stars looking for all materials before settling down within this forest to forge the Damaged Spatial Soul Mover. Afterwards, he used it to leave the world to a parallel world with his family in it and no him. No one knows if he succeeded in the other world or not.>

Seeing this information, Zach took in a deep imaginary breath before muttering a monotonous, "Fuck!"

Who would have expected that such a powerful, overwhelming thing would exist in this world?

In the beginning, Zach never believed in transmigration and all those cock-and-bull stories, but who would have expected for an author to casually send him hurling into his book world, making him traumatized of people called authors?

And worse, the world he was in did not bear any similarities in resemblance, or maybe it was due to his knowledge being too little, or his own kingdom was far from where the MC was. Or maybe he was thousands of years into the past before the main event or maybe into the future after the event.

Anyway, back to the topic. Looking at this device, Zach knew he couldn't let anyone know of it, or else his dungeon would be raided by super strong individuals or even kingdoms. He was still an ant before those types of people, and it wouldn't do him good to be thrown into war with those behemoths while he was the grass that would bear the brunt of war.

"System... If... And I mean, if I use this Damaged Spatial Soul Mover, can I go into a world with my family still intact?" Zach hesitantly asked. Although he had no emotions according to his current body, he couldn't help but feel nervous awaiting the system's response.