"A Spatial Ring?"
Elder Zhao's eyes fixed on the ring on Lin Mo's hand.
His pen-holding hand hung motionless in midair.
A drop of ink gathered at the nib finally fell with a soft plop, spreading into a black spot on the document.
Behind him, the normally composed Secretary Li looked as though his soul had been snatched away.
Folders lay scattered at his feet, but he did not even notice.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard with an audible gulp.
"Hehe, nothing gets past you, sir."
Lin Mo grinned, breaking the silence.
He slipped the ring off his finger and offered it to the chief.
"The Dwarves just delivered it. It has roughly a thousand cubic meters of space inside. Anyone can use it, and it's controlled by thought."
A thousand cubic meters.
A gleam flashed in Elder Zhao's eyes.
His gaze lingered on that tiny ring for several seconds, his expression complicated, as though he were looking not at a ring, but at a miracle.
Only after a long while did he slowly extend two fingers and carefully pick up the ring.
The cool sensation against his fingertips felt real, nothing like a dream.
"Why not put it on and try?" Lin Mo said with a smile.
Elder Zhao nodded. After putting it on, he tried to concentrate and sense it.
The next second, he grunted and snapped his eyes open, astonishment filling them.
"Something... something stabbed me."
"That's the previous user's mental imprint, a kind of antitheft measure," Lin Mo explained.
"You'll be fine on your second attempt."
So that was it!
He drew a breath and closed his eyes again.
This time, there was no stabbing pain.
A vast, empty, dark cubic space appeared clearly in his mind.
With a thought, his gaze fell