Chapter 11 Part 1

It's June 19th of the 262nd year. Almost exactly two months from Christopher's 14th birthday. Can you believe all that stuff since they left the mansion was a couple months? Crazy right? Anyway, Christopher has been hunkered down in his dimension, training his mind and body. He has improved his personal dimension to where he can keep it open when he's awake.

Heather and Haider are away on a mission with Relov, you get it. They talked about doing this when everyone went to eat lunch with Heather in the infirmary.

Zoey brings him food to the inn room everyday just before sunrise so Christopher has what he needs to eat and drink for the day. Every so often she will have something special to give him during the day while his dimensional gate is open, such as a letter from his siblings, a gift, or just some interaction.

Heddwyn asked Beluf to take care of him while he kept Heather and Haider on their toes. Christopher invited Beluf to live in his dimension with him about a month ago. Beluf convinced him to build a house that he could live in, instead of sleeping on the void floor. Christopher dragged in a sizable amount of dirt from a dead part of the wild, using the dimension opening itself to get the dirt inside, then asked Heather to grow a few dozen iron wood trees over a portion of it.

Unexpectedly Nebulon showed himself a week later, while Christopher was cutting the trees down. They had a quick chat and Nebulon altered Christopher's entire dimension so the ground was covered in grass, and also made a simulated sky with a day and night cycle.

Near the little 'house' Christopher made Nebulon placed a farm, and upgraded his 'house' into an actual building he could comfortably live in, fully furnished and all. Even made one for Beluf. A little bit in the distance, far enough away for privacy, but close enough to be neighbours.

When questioned about why he was doing this, Nebulon said that it was simply what the universe needed him to do, whatever that means. He isn't bound by spacetime so that could honestly mean anything.

The last notable event leading to today was King Shavik and Queen Viridiana paying him a visit about a week ago. They came with a gift, giving Christopher a variety of crops, a refrigerator for both him and Beluf, and a supply of mana storage crystals to keep them powered for a few years.

Their generosity didn't come without a price however. A price for Christopher at least. They asked that Christopher give King Shavik access to his dimension so they could always call on him if they needed assistance, or Christopher needed assistance from them. Christopher reluctantly agrees to the King's request, only because his father trusts him. That request has not yet been fulfilled as of yet. Christopher is having some trouble getting his dimension accessible for another person. Which brings us to now.

"So, about that Nebulon guy." Beluf says, tending to the cordon stem tomatoes.

Christopher exasperates towards Beluf as he prunes his cucumbers. "Beluf, seriously stop asking me questions about him. My answer will always be, I don't know. I've told you everything I know about them."

"It's not like that. I was going to ask if you two are friends or something?" Beluf says, trimming the tomato stems to prevent competition over sugars.

"Really, you're asking if I, a mortal human, am friends with the void that exists outside of perceptive reality? What a stupid question." Christopher says, checking on the condition of his fruit on the cucumber vines. "He's just as much of an enigma to me as he is to you. Cucumbers are almost ready."

"It was nice of Heather to speed up their growth for us. We would've had to wait months otherwise. Tomatoes need more time too." Beluf says, moving on to the strawberries.

"Have you had the chance to see the apple tree recently? Is it bearing any fruit?" Christopher asks.

"Unfortunately not." Beluf says, peeling back a leaf to look at one of the strawberry bushes' fruit.

"Alright, I'll ask Heather to see if something's wrong with it the next time she's here. She's an expert in anything nature related." Christopher says.

"Root vegetables are next. I'll take care of the rest of this, try to figure out how to make The King's request happen." Beluf says.

"Thank you Beluf, for being with me I mean. I don't think I would've lasted long on my own." Christopher says, Wiping his hands on the apron he has on.

"Your very welcome pup. Now, get going." Beluf says, checking on the quality of the carrot leaves. "oh actually, have you seen the wisp that's following you yet?"

"Nah, I don't think I will for a while either." Christopher says. "Thanks again Beluf."

(Narrator) Yeah, and hopefully you won't ever see me. The only ones I've been able to talk to are the gods. I'll probably sound stupid to him.

Christopher heads down the dirt path towards his house, running his fingers along the wooden fence of the farm plot as he walks past. He watches on as Beluf uses a water spell to sprinkle the crops with water.

"So, Narrator, or whatever your name is. Answer me within your book. Do you enjoy your job as a glorified historian?" Christopher asks, thinking he's truly lost his mind this time.

(Narrator) I'm no historian brat. I'm a storyteller, a creative art of writing. Such audacity, honestly.

"I don't know why I'm trying to converse with you. It's not like I can hear what you say in reply." Christopher says, shrugging.

(Narrator) Yeah, me neither bud. It would be nice to physically interact with you though.

"Maybe there's a way I can try to get your reply. Like a special device or something. Maybe something that's sensitive enough that it could detect your interaction with it." Christopher speculates.

(Narrator) Yeah, maybe in the otherworlders realm. How are you going to make something that advanced? Or maybe it doesn't need to be advanced.

"Yeah, I don't think it's possible for me to experiment without being able to see or hear you right now. Think about it, and maybe we could revolutionise the field of Spatial magic together. at least find a way for other people to see and hear you one day." Christopher says.

(Narrator) If anyone could do it, it's you Christopher. I just hope you're still alive to see me. I hope I didn't just jinx things.

"Alright, good talk. I'm gonna stop now before I convince myself I've gone clinically insane." Christopher says, jogging the rest of the way back to his house.

From the entrance, let's explore this house. The first floor is completely open plan with no doors separating each room apart from the bathroom. The livingspace connects with the front door, it's bare, at least to an Otherworlders standards. Sofa, a few lounge chairs, a working fireplace, rug, a shelf. Very minimalist.

Elevated by a single step is a dining area, a small table with four chairs, a small succulent on the table, and a cupboard containing plates, bowls, mugs, glasses, and a drawer full of cutlery. Both the living space and dining area walls have been painted white, allowing the light to bounce around the room, brightening it significantly more with natural light during the day.

Behind that is the kitchen, lined with counters with storage space to store any kitchen clutter, such as mixing bowls, pans, trays, frying pans. Anything you could think of. However, most of these are empty, Christopher hasn't had the time to go out and buy such items. The refrigerator the Royal Family gifted to him is near the backdoor with a steel sink embedded into the counter next to it; with rushing water and all.

In the middle of the space is a square kitchen island, equipped with an oven, not recognisable in this realm. I assume it's from Earth's realm. The bastard Nebulon made this house so who the fuck knows where it came from.

From what Nebulon was telling us, this 'oven' runs on gas and ignited with a spark of electricity, he warned that if Christopher ran the gas for too long without igniting it, it could explode. With his reality defying abilities, Nebulon made it so that whenever you were using it, it would just make gas. It seems this world he pulled it out of doesn't have magic so to mitigate that, they just pulled natural gas deposits out of the ground.

(Narrator) Yeah, magic is definitely the reason why they're so much more advanced than us. We've been around the same since the start of this era. It's kinda making me depressed. Maybe there is a text out there written about it. I doubt it though. Nebulon says they've been pulling it out of gas wells for 200 years or something. We can talk more about it later. I can practically hear you dozing off right now, I'm sorry!

So yeah, Christopher has an oven that can just function, without expunging any resources. Just cuz.

Going left from the Kitchen is a very large pantry, which the Queen filled for him. It's mostly shelves, but turning left again will take you into a cold room, somewhere that can store perishables like raw meat by freezing it. Like honestly, who thinks of this shit. It works for basically anything you're able to eat, even left over cooked food.

Once again, we're not really sure how it works, but it's neither mechanical, nor magical. It's cold just because it's cold. Fucking Nebulon man, just casually breaking perceptable reality like it's childplay. The door is made entirely of metal, it's very heavy and hard to open and close.

Going back into the living room, there is a set of stairs that aligns with the front door as well as separate Christopher's work space enough to be private but still open. In this area, Christopher experiments with non-lethal spells, takes notes at a desk, and it has a cosy area where he can meditate to speed up his recovery time as well as work on consumption control.

To conclude the bottom floor, there is a lavatory located under the stairs that seems to magically disintegrate your mess. Nebulon needs to stop showing up, or I might actually implode.

(Narrator) Being able to just make shit work when it shouldn't should be a crime.

The only thing left to show is the upstairs which has Christopher's bedroom, a spare bedroom, a bathroom, which also has shit work when it shouldn't. Nebulon hurts me. Stop breaking the universe while you're in it!

(Nebulon) I'm not breaking anything. The only reason why it seems that way is because you just can't understand it.

Ah! Stop doing that! Did the universe intend for you to spy on me too?

(Nebulon) Yes and no. I just like watching how Christopher's story unfolds, just like you. I've gotta cause more chaos in Stocaea for a bit so I'll talk to you again, 'Narrator'.

How does that make any sense?!

(Nebulon) It doesn't, that's the point. Nothing should make any sense to you.