"Now this finally feels a little like getting the protagonist treatment as a transmigrator."
A disc with an unusually sharp edge flashed in Nick's hand, instantly replaced by a Combistick. The Combistick vanished in turn, and a bracer fitted with wrist blades appeared in his hand.
He and Dahlia had already left the movie world and returned to their home in Portland.
The Magic Movie Ticket had been unusually generous with its rewards this time. Not only had it given each of them a set of badass Predator-style equipment, it had also thoughtfully provided them with pocket dimensions to store it in.
Yes, pocket dimensions-the miraculous tool practically every transmigrator needed. Although it had stingily given Nick only one cubic meter of capacity, and Dahlia just half that, they were still pocket dimensions that let them store and retrieve things at will.
All right, Dahlia was the one who thought the capacity was too small, because half a cubic meter only let her squeeze in a rifle, some ammunition, and a "small amount" of spare clothing besides those Predator weapons.
Although the Magic Movie Ticket did not thoughtfully provide mission completion ratings corresponding to the generosity of its rewards like certain systems did, Nick could still sense that they must have done quite well on this mission.
At that thought, he dug a notebook out of a desk drawer and began recording what he had seen and heard during this adventure.
Before Nick left that movie world, Major Dutch and the middle-aged Black man had recounted their respective experiences aboard the small Predator spacecraft.
Just as Nick remembered, Major Dutch, who had Arnold's face, and the middle-aged Black man who called himself Mike were the protagonists of the first and second Predator movies, respectively.
But since it was a real