Ruger smiled faintly after taking in his surroundings. These spirit furs could now dance through the air without Stray Hair One's help.
This was partly due to their own progress and partly due to his new identity. Shepherding his own spirit furs was his ability, allowing him to give these little creatures more help. In turn, under his care, they would provide him with greater assistance, whether in daily life, battle, or even exploring worlds. It all depended on how he nurtured them from here on.
A thought stirred in Ruger's mind, and he looked up at the dome.
The tremors in the Bedroom Space had eased without him noticing. His earlier judgment had apparently been correct. By becoming a Wizard, he had become a clearer, more stable anchor, making the Bedroom Space more secure. He tried resonating with the space. The tiny cracks that appeared from time to time had not diminished much; they still emerged intermittently, then swiftly healed.
"Master! Master! I! I've changed!"
Stray Hair One suddenly shot up, shouting excitedly as it flew in circles around Ruger.
Ruger noticed that it moved more nimbly and swiftly than before as it flew past him.
Watching it dance through the air, Ruger did not rush to respond. He let it play and vent its excitement first.
Ruger raised his hand and clenched it a few times. He understood how Stray Hair One felt, because he felt the same way: utterly transformed, with powerful mental energy and vigorous vitality, as though his energy would never run out.
The one-ring compound spell, Miserly Demonfall Spell.
He did not hurry to leave the experimentation corner. Now that the space was stabilizing, he could relax and slowly examine the changes in himself.
As for the strange power penetrating the spatial barrier-that wondrous