24-Hour Friendly Market, Specializing in Dimensional Items - Chapter 196

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24-Hour Friendly Market Specializing in Dimensional Items Episode 196

Episode 196. Blue Sky (5)

With Nam Pu-reum gone, I have nothing to do.

Still, I’m not trapped with a useless hunter like Guk Min-seong, but with one of our country’s strongest forces, so it’s just a matter of waiting quietly.

No matter how exhausted he is from his mana rampage, seeing how determinedly he left, he must be confident.

Of course, my wounded heart isn’t okay at all…

I suppressed the urge to beat the ground and cry about raising a child wrong, and rummaged through my inventory.

Whenever unexpected situations arise, I do buy useful items from the market, but items like Storm Fragment pieces are just consumables used once and thrown away.

Well, the market is overflowing with all kinds of items, and with Friendly Market’s income, I don’t need to worry about money, so it doesn’t matter.

‘Items should include things you can use over and over again.’

As soon as I pulled out the brown bundle, a smile spread across my face.

It’s Kalasi’s tent!

[Kalasi’s Tent (A)

A magical tent passed down through generations by the Kalasi Nomadic Tribe wandering the Thousand-Year Desert.

Woven from fabric blessed by spirits, it can withstand sandstorms, scorching sun, and bitter cold nights.

The moment it’s set up, the interior fills with spring-like warmth and blocks any outside gaze.

Anyone who enters the tent is treated as a guest.

Can accommodate up to 15 people.

Once installed, it cannot be dismantled for 12 hours, and automatically dismantles after 12 hours.

Reinstallation requires 1 hour.]

Actually, it was a bit cold.

The wind blowing through the ravine made my body shiver.

‘And my heart feels lonely from having my warm advice ignored.’

Since the indoor temperature is maintained even with the tent open, it’s perfect for waiting for Nam Pu-reum.

As soon as I untied the bundle’s string, I could see a bed inside the inflated tent that would comfort my heart.

I hurriedly stepped inside.

“Ahhh…”

An exclamation like an old man entering a hot bath naturally escaped.

My body went limp from the spring-like warmth enveloping me, and the tension drained from my shoulders and neck that had been stiff with stress.

I tried to act like an adult, but maybe it’s because the opponent was S-rank.

‘Plus I jumped off a cliff again.’

My body must have been properly stiff.

I staggered toward the bed closest to the entrance.

I had lain on it once before, and despite its simple appearance, I remembered it being quite comfortable and cozy, so anticipation welled up.

However, I never got to lie down there and rest.

The moment I trudged to the bed and sat down.

“…What is that.”

It was because I witnessed something unusual through a gap in the tent.

I immediately got up and pushed aside the tent flap to go outside.

I didn’t even care that the cold air chilled the back of my neck.

The ravine that Nam Pu-reum had torn apart was devastating.

The entire radius was crushed as if an asteroid had flown in.

Rock mountains cut in half, hills of stone debris piled everywhere.

Of course, thanks to the jagged rock mountains being reduced to scorched earth, there was nothing blocking my view.

But strangely.

One point in the empty air where nothing should exist was strangely rippling.

For a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

In the middle of the ravine, in the direction where Nam Pu-reum’s mana had clashed most violently.

All I could see was empty air, but gentle waves were occurring within it.

Like heat shimmer rising from asphalt on a hot day.

No, it was too dark-colored and irregular to call it that…

As I cautiously approached, the strange phenomenon I discovered became more clearly visible.

“This is crazy…”

It was torn.

Space was.

I moved my lips and exhaled a word like a sigh.

“It’s a Dimensional Rift.”

The Dimensional Rift I had heard about from Alessandro and seen in Brother’s memories was unexpectedly right before my eyes.

I even rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing things wrong, but the torn rift was real and remained in that spot.

I stood there dazed for a while, then approached the edge of the cliff.

The Dimensional Rift, now closer, wasn’t just a shimmering illusion like before.

What had looked like just a rippling mirage from far away now revealed the inside of the tear.

The Dimensional Rift was the place where Alessandro, who had entered the Tower of Babel in a dying dimension, wandered without even feeling the passage of time.

‘It makes sense he’d wander in a place like this.’

He’s become our household’s old man now, but I still vividly remember how he looked when I first met Alessandro.

His face was haggard, on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, as if he’d marched for days without sleep.

Seeing it directly, I immediately understood why Alessandro looked that way.

Inside was truly an infinite space.

Not a boundlessly vast space, but dozens, hundreds of buildings, objects, and terrain features intertwined.

Like a Möbius strip, stairs, roads, and ladders stretched in all directions, making it feel like seeing lies even while looking directly with my eyes.

It was a complexity that made my heart tighten just from looking.

And above all, the monochrome nature was the most unsettling aspect.

A space made of chillingly pale white, black full of gloom, and meaningfully tinted gray.

As Alessandro had said, it seemed to be made only of ‘light and shadow’ in monochrome.

The unpleasantly monotonous color combination made me feel suffocated.

Then at that moment, I discovered something floating in the monochrome world and furrowed my brow.

A foreign object completely out of place with the Dimensional Rift was floating in the air.

“What is that.”

A full-color hardcover book.

Wait, a full-color hardcover book?

Even after thinking it myself, it was such an unexpected term that I doubted myself.

‘…Did I see wrong?’

That can’t be.

I’ve doubted too many things today to say I saw this wrong too, and I’m perfectly sane right now.

I decided not to doubt my eyes and observed the book once more.

A cover finished with luxurious-looking green fabric, and an elegant book with metal decorations embedded at each corner.

With a red bookmark floating upward, it was quite a mystical sight.

‘It must be an important book.’

Fortunately, I could read the title thanks to my translation skill blessed with all languages.

Of course, it was a completely different title from what I expected.

[Moonlight-Infused Seed Management Theory]

“…Moonlight-Infused Seed Management Theory?”

It’s no secret that my voice reading it was full of bewilderment, even mixed with a hollow laugh.

I scrunched up my face and shouted once more.

“What kind of seeds?!”

No way, what I discovered in the middle of a Dimensional Rift whose identity I can’t properly know is seed management theory?

What kind of random appearance is this?

‘No, there must be something to it.’

After briefly pondering how to check that out, I soon thought of an easy method.

I have a skill I’ve been using quite handily!

[Moonlight-Infused Seed Management Theory (D)

A reference book for novice farmers who wish to cultivate magical crops that grow in special environments.

It covers methods for taming difficult species that bloom only at night or react sensitively to dark magic, and contains advanced secrets for utilizing subtle magical waves according to lunar phase changes during planting seasons, as well as fertilizer mixing formulas.

Though its academic depth is shallow, it’s packed with practical tips gained through direct fieldwork experience.

This was written by the Magic Tower’s agricultural club ‘Passprout 157th’.]

Reading the description makes it even more absurd.

‘There’s an agricultural club in the Magic Tower?’

And it even has enough tradition to continue to the 157th generation…?

Well, I don’t know which dimension’s Magic Tower it is, but I suppose that’s possible.

That’s not what’s important – what’s important is why a book on such a random topic like ‘Seed Management Theory’ is in the middle of a Dimensional Rift.

I was definitely tense until I discovered the Dimensional Rift.

‘This is just deflating.’

Unable to make sense of it all, my face scrunched up like crumpled paper when another alien object caught my eye.

“What’s that now.”

This time it was a smaller object.

The object that looked like a brownish dumpling was about the size of two finger joints.

Surely it’s not magical fertilizer connecting to the Passprout universe.

I hurriedly appraised the object.

And froze on the spot.

[Sweet Dew Pill (C)

A pill named for its legendary dew-like sweet taste that is said to be exquisite.

Made by mixing carefully selected white flower honey with mind-clearing mint herbs, it spreads a refreshing fragrance throughout the mouth when consumed.

While it has no medical efficacy or Internal Energy enhancement effects, it’s especially effective for mood enhancement when feeling tired.

Its sweet taste and easy consumption make it excellent for mood enhancement.

– Creator: Dan Woo-rin (Middle Realm Ι District – Cheongun-bang)]

Reading carefully, it’s just for mood enhancement and doesn’t have any particular effects.

But I wasn’t shocked by the description window’s lengthy explanation of its uselessness.

“Dan Woo-rin?”

Because the creator’s name, ‘Dan Woo-rin’, wasn’t unfamiliar to me.

I had met this person before.

A renowned physician from the Middle Realm with neat, tidy attire who always carried a subtle herbal fragrance and wore a gentle smile.

With meticulous hands that matched his careful personality, he had even unblocked my meridians.

And Dan Woo-rin, who secretly shared rumors circulating in the marketplace.

He was precisely a ‘Performer’ I had met when exploring the 61st Floor.

‘Why is Dan Woo-rin appearing here…?’

My head started throbbing.

Dan Woo-rin was the person who treated me when I collapsed on the 61st Floor after eating poisoned dumplings at an inn.

Though he could have been wary of a stranger, he treated me with all his might, saying it was his duty to save lives.

Hearing his reputation from others, he seemed trustworthy, so I made him my information source for exploring the Middle Realm.

Using various social skills to get close enough, Dan Woo-rin opened his heart to me completely.

So he was very helpful in gathering information for scenario strategy.

He shared not only important events for me but also rumors secretly circulating in the marketplace.

‘He even bought me meals.’

Since he treated me and even bought me food, you can imagine how high my favorability toward Dan Woo-rin was.

I had even seen pills that Dan Woo-rin made, so that Sweet Dew Pill might have been among them.

‘But the Dan Woo-rin I met was a Performer.’

The Dan Woo-rin who treated me was already a dead person.

An existence reconstructed as an actor on the 61st Floor, unable to survive in the Destroyed Dimension.

So, in other words, the absence of the designation ‘Performer’ in the appraisal window meant.

“…This is an item from the Destroyed Dimension.”

It meant the Sweet Dew Pill before my eyes was an item from before the dimension’s destruction.

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