Luxury Seven-Pull Draw

"Wait, why is this mod so damn awesome?"

Feeling the space that had suddenly appeared in his mind, Fang Mo was clearly a little stunned. This was the first time he had encountered a mod that could directly affect his actual body.

After all, every other mod had taken effect directly on Steve.

But thinking about it carefully, it did make sense. His body had been digitized now, so it was probably normal for it to occasionally load a mod like Steve did, right?

Fang Mo even suspected that if he later drew mods like skin uploading, Custom Steve, or character beautification mods, his actual body might be affected accordingly. If that happened, it would be interesting. Would he become like Mystique, able to change into anything he wanted?

But that was all for later.

What attracted Fang Mo the most right now was the space that had appeared in his mind out of nowhere.

As everyone knew, Steve's built-in backpack had that classic game-style layout, divided into many little slots, with each slot able to hold a stack of items.

But the space in Fang Mo's mind was not like that.

If he had to describe it, it was more like the storage space often mentioned in novels than a game inventory.

But the problem now was...

Fang Mo had no idea how to put things into it.

After leaving the dungeon where Loki was being held, Fang Mo quickly returned to his temporary quarters in Asgard. He casually grabbed a candlestick beside the bed and tried to put it into the storage space.

However, even after staring at the candlestick for a long time, it still refused to enter the space.

Fang Mo was a little dumbfounded.

"Is my concentration not strong enough?"

Fang Mo frowned.

Before being transported here, he had often read novels. In xianxia or fantasy worlds, whenever someone wanted to put something into a Space Ring, they usually focused their consciousness on the item and imagined it being stored away.

With that in mind, Fang Mo tentatively pressed the candlestick against the center of his forehead, hoping that might help him concentrate. "Be good and get the hell in there..."

Before he had even finished speaking, Fang Mo felt his grip loosen.

More than half of the candlestick slipped directly into his head without the slightest resistance.

"Uh..."

Fang Mo was stunned by what had just happened.

His current posture was incredibly awkward. He sat cross-legged on the bed, both hands tightly gripping the candlestick's base, while its entire upper half had sunk into the very center of his forehead, as if he were performing some bizarre stunt.

Yet Fang Mo felt no resistance whatsoever, as though the candlestick had never entered his head at all.

"That works too?"

Seeing such an absurd sight, even Fang Mo was shocked.

It had to be said that the situation was indeed strange. Fortunately, his body had already been digitized, so Fang Mo was not especially nervous. Instead, he clicked his tongue in amazement. "Something this big can fit in there? Looks like my headspace really is huge."

With a little force, Fang Mo stuffed the entire candlestick into his head. Immediately afterward, a candlestick appeared in his consciousness.

When he wanted to take it back out, he merely touched his forehead and quickly grabbed a Tool Rod. With a hard pull, the entire candlestick reappeared in his hand.

Fang Mo had apparently found a new toy, pulling it out and shoving it back in again with endless delight.

Before long, he figured out how it worked.

First of all, this storage space did not store things through his forehead.

In fact, Fang Mo discovered that as long as an object touched his body and he wanted to store it away, it would be sent into the storage space.

Likewise, he could retrieve stored items from any part of his body: his palm, chest, back, crotch, anywhere. There was no need to keep shoving things into his forehead and looking like an idiot.

"So this is the legendary ass-crack backpack exclusive to Battlefield players?"

After figuring out the mechanics, Fang Mo could not help making a jab at it. He then casually stored the cleaver beside him in the storage space.

The storage space was not particularly large, only about two meters in length, width, and height, but it was enough for Fang Mo.

After taking some time to sort through his miscellaneous belongings and put them into the storage space, Fang Mo began handling the real business.

Opening Lucky Blocks.

To Fang Mo, Asgard was truly a land of fortune.

After all, this place gave him far too many mods.

Thermal Expansion and Tinkers' Construct Expansion had been unlocked in the Asgard Treasury earlier. Unified Engineering had been unlocked in the underground mausoleum. Light Bridge and Gate had been unlocked by digging up the Bifrost. Gaia Grimoire had been dropped by monsters in the forest. Pam's HarvestCraft More Drinks Addon had been triggered by accident at the banquet. And then there was the Extra Large Backpack Loki had given him.

In just a few days, Fang Mo had unlocked seven entire mods in Asgard.

Although he could not figure out some of them, such as Thermal Expansion and the drinks addon, at least they gave him more Lucky Blocks.

After waiting these past few days, those mods had more or less finished downloading.

Steve's backpack had also gained seven Lucky Blocks.

Considering that when he had unlocked Tinkers' Alloy Expansion on Earth last time, Fang Mo had drawn a trash item called an Ore Magnet right in front of Nick Fury, that African chieftain of bad luck...

Fang Mo felt that he needed to be more cautious this time. At the very least, he had to make sure there was no one nearby with especially terrible luck.

Like Asgard's gatekeeper, Heimdall, for instance.

But this was the inner grounds of Asgard. Heimdall, as the gatekeeper, usually spent all year guarding the Bifrost, so he probably would not come here. Fang Mo relaxed a little.

After that, he specially took a bath and burned incense, changed into a new set of Asgardian clothes, then picked the spot with the best feng shui and carefully checked the surroundings once again for anyone with terrible luck.

Only after ensuring that nothing could possibly go wrong did Fang Mo have Steve take out the Lucky Blocks.

"Luxury seven-pull draw..."

Looking at the seven Lucky Blocks in Steve's inventory, Fang Mo felt a faint thrill rising within him.

Even if his luck was bad, this was a full seven-pull draw. Even in a gacha game, he ought to get something guaranteed, right?

With that thought, Fang Mo took a deep breath.

He directly controlled Steve and opened the first Lucky Block.

The next second, white light flared, and a black-purple ring appeared out of thin air in Steve's hand.

"Holy shit!!!"