37: How large is the portable storage space? Can it be upgraded?

Chen Yang fixed his gaze.

Ecstasy!

"I hit it! I hit the jackpot!"

His mouth almost twisted from smiling.

On the turntable,

the pointer stopped in a dark area.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations! You received a '91' times reward, increasing your points by 910."

"10 points deducted. Current total points: 970."

"Holy crap!"

"I made a killing!"

Without courage, how can one achieve wealth?

Chen Yang had gambled correctly again!

Sacrificing 20 points, he earned back 910 points.

Who wouldn't want to do business like that?

With points in hand,

Chen Yang was brimming with confidence, waving his hand grandly.

"Random draw!"

I'm rich now, so I want to see.

How abnormal is this damn abnormal level?

What kind of crappy setting did this dog system come up with?

It sounded unsettling.

He felt very uneasy.

He always felt like the points he threw out would go to waste again.

"Ding!"

"According to system detection, you currently have 970 points and can choose from the following 3 options."

"Level 1: Unreliable Level Draw, 10 points deducted per draw."

"Level 2: Abnormal Level Draw, 50 points deducted per draw."

"Level 3: Big Explosion Level Draw, 100 points deducted per draw."

"Please select a draw level: '1', '2', or '3'?"

"Holy crap!"

Chen Yang was shocked again!

"This damn system really knows how to play!"

"From Unreliable, to Abnormal, and now a Big Explosion!"

"Big Explosion Level?"

Could he even choose this thing?

Would he draw a bomb and 'bang', immediately get a bento box?

The end of the show!

The names were more outrageous than the last.

But the cost was even more... outrageous!

One draw cost 100 points.

Who would be willing?

100 points.

That was enough to upgrade a skill to Master Level.

Or play the Lucky Turntable 10 times.

Would anyone still draw?

"Choose 2, Abnormal Level Draw!"

Chen Yang really wanted to know.

Abnormal—

Was it just a little abnormal, or was it completely insane?

"Ding!"

"Draw completed!"

"Congratulations! You have obtained Portable Space, Level 1: 1 cubic meter."

"50 points deducted. Current remaining points: 920."

"Portable Space?"

Chen Yang was both surprised and delighted!

He hadn't expected.

This draw actually gave him such a miraculous ability.

Space ability?

This was the rhythm of ascending to heaven!

So this was what 'abnormal' meant?

Who among those who read novels hadn't fantasized about having a space?

Whether it was rebirth in the apocalypse or cultivation in another world,

how could one get by without space?

However.

1 cubic meter... wasn't that a bit too small?

In a flash,

in the dark—

Chen Yang felt an alternate dimension.

Existing in some... unknown place.

Perhaps hidden in... the meson space of the microscopic world.

Or perhaps hidden in... the parallel space of the cosmic world.

The Portable Space.

Was closely linked to Chen Yang's mind and divine sense.

Similar to a sealed box.

The volume was very small.

Up and down, left and right, were all just 1 meter.

Chen Yang's mind stirred.

His phone disappeared.

Using his divine sense to probe, it was lying in the Portable Space.

He tried other things as well.

As long as it was within his one-meter range,

with a thought, all items could be stored in the Portable Space.

Moreover.

After multiple tests,

Chen Yang summarized some rules.

The size of the Portable Space was only 1 cubic meter.

Anything exceeding this volume could not be put in.

Inside the space,

time was still, and it was an absolute vacuum.

Food would not spoil, and temperature would not change.

A cup of hot water put in.

Taken out an hour later, it was still just as hot.

An apple, bitten once, put in.

Taken out three hours later, it was still as fresh as new.

"Awesome!"

Chen Yang was so excited he couldn't sleep.

He stuffed all sorts of important things into the Portable Space.

Cash, documents... "Holy crap!"

The most valuable twelve paintings couldn't fit!

The space was too small!

"How many points does it cost to upgrade the space?"

Chen Yang summoned the system.

"Ding!"

"Portable Space is a special ability with huge potential, making upgrading difficult."

"Detecting that the host has 920 points, it can be upgraded to a maximum of Level 3."

"Level 1 to Level 2: 3 cubic meters, requires 10 points."

"Level 2 to Level 3: 10 cubic meters, requires 100 points."

"Do you wish to upgrade?"

"If you wish to upgrade, please choose: upgrade to Level 2 or Level 3?"

Chen Yang was conflicted.

Upgrading to Level 2 would only give him 3 cubic meters.

Roughly, it was not much different from a room.

Not big, but not small either.

Upgrading to Level 3 would give him a full 10 cubic meters.

This space was about the size of a three-story villa.

Normally, if he needed to store large items, such as an excavator or a large truck, it would not be a problem.

It was spacious indeed.

Unfortunately.

The cost was a bit high, requiring 100 points.

After much hesitation, Chen Yang still gave up.

He didn't need such a large space for now.

When the time came, he could always upgrade it using points.

He'd save the points for a rainy day.

Mainly,

a 3 cubic meter space.

Was completely sufficient for storing paintings or other daily necessities.

"Upgrade to Level 2."

Chen Yang gave the command.

"Ding!"

"10 points deducted. Portable Space upgraded to Level 2: 3 cubic meters."

"Current points remaining: 910."

Chen Yang was delighted.

Spend little, achieve much!

This was a profit!

Only 10 points consumed, and it upgraded into a large warehouse.

Length, width, and height, all 3 meters.

If it were for money, how much could it hold?... Over a hundred million?

If it were for treasures, how much would it be worth?... Tens of billions?

If it were for food and water... enough to last a year or two, certainly no problem.

After developing stealthily for so long,

Chen Yang suddenly wanted to see how his efforts had paid off.

He summoned the system again.

"View personal information panel."

... [host name] Chen Yang

[Host Age] 22 years old

[Theoretical Lifespan] 120 years

[system level] Level 2 (3 pieces of intelligence triggered yesterday + 1 piece of intelligence triggered today)

[Life Skills] Soul-Captivating Hand (Level 3 - Master Level), Driving (Level 3 - Master Level)

[Special Skills] Portable Space (Level 2 - 3 cubic meters)

[Combat Skills] None

[Cultivation Techniques] None

[combat power level] Junior Soldier King (after taking marrow cleansing pill)

[strength evaluation] Lowest level, no combat skills

... Seeing this information panel,

Chen Yang's mood was quite complex.

Why did he feel like he was a virtual existence, a game character?

All information was clear and quantified!

Am I even human?

What did "Theoretical Lifespan" mean?

If he wasn't hit by a car or killed by someone, could he live to 120?

Since it was quantified, did it mean that if he continued to work hard,

he might be able to become 200 years old?

1000 years old?

Or even immortal?

Also.

What did "Combat Skills" and "Cultivation Techniques" mean?

He didn't have them yet, did that mean that if he continued to draw, he might get them?

Was it possible... that a higher-level Big Explosion Level Draw would reveal similar things?

combat power level: Junior Soldier King?

What the hell was that?

His strength evaluation was actually the lowest level?

Chen Yang felt.

He was now full of energy, quick to react, and powerful.

He could definitely take down three strong men by himself.

How did he become the lowest level?

Perhaps.

Reality was just that cruel.

We thought we were at the top, but in reality, we were still at the bottom!

"Uh...?"

"Is that possible?"

If so, how would he go out and make money in the future?

He'd earn money but have no life to spend it!

At this time,

great strength became especially important.

Junior Soldier King... could he protect himself?

The intense unease made Chen Yang even more restless.

He dialed Black Tiger's number.

This guy was the Group Three leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau Special Operations Division.

With the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

He was considered a minor leader.

He should know how the strong were classified in this world.

Junior Soldier King.

What level was that, exactly?