Kapitel 20: Transition spaces
I picked up his sword, which was of good quality, four of his daggers, and two rings... I used detect magic, and one of them responded with a slight glow; the other was just a ring with a seal; he had nothing else on him. That was worth it.
I headed to the dimensional rift that had opened just when my enemy died, and within it, you could see an image of the hallway.
I appeared on another strip of ground, with more fissures in front; the image of my school was again in one of them. I jumped inside, as with the next two places in my life, until I reached the same situation as before: On one side, my familiar place, the bar where I met with my friends; on the other side, the paradisiacal beach.
I jumped into the fissure with the beach. I jump with the spear in front of me. However, I landed on a beach with white sand, a blue sea, and an incredible sun and blue sky. On the beach, only a small house could be seen in the distance, a cane hut, more like.
I cautiously approached the cabin; there was no one inside, a hammock, a lounge chair, an umbrella and a refrigerator. Surprisingly, the cabin had two solar panels to maintain the refrigerator. Inside it were a pack of beers, some snacks, water, fruit, some sausages and a couple of sandwiches.
In a small cabinet, a lighter and tablets to light the barbecue and a grill. Behind the cabin there was a small grove of palm trees, nothing very dense or jungle-like since in reality it was a small islet, with no more than 50 meters of coast on one side, another eighty on the other side of the grove, and a small pier. In the southern part...
A triangular and abandoned island where there was no one...
I searched the entire island and found nothing strange or unusual.
I searched the cabin again and found another ring with another seal. It was similar to the elf's, but the mark was different.
I stayed for an hour in the middle of the beach with weapons ready, and nothing happened, nothing at all.
In the end, tired of waiting for an enemy, I took out the sun lounger and the parasol and settled down to wait. It was hot,
I went in to get the bottle of water. I wasn't thirsty, but I wanted to be. I drank the water as if it were a potion, and my wounds healed as if by magic.
As the minutes passed, I ended up relaxing. I left my clothes and weapons and bathed naked.
What a wonderful feeling! When I got tired of swimming and splashing in the crystal-clear waters, I even managed to catch with my hands something similar to a sea bass that approached playfully. I decided to raid the refrigerator. I grabbed a beer and some chips, and I lay down under the umbrella.
After entering the tutorial it was the first moment of relaxation I had ever had, and it felt wonderful...
When the sun was high, I ate one of the sandwiches and another beer...
Don't doubt that I took a nap while the clouds passed in the middle of that calm...
The afternoon arrived. I approached the forest, and with my axe, I made enough firewood for a bonfire to last until late into the night. I lit a bonfire, drank all the beers except one, and prepared the grill with the sea bass and sausages; the taste was great.
Then I fell asleep in the hammock inside the hut, as if I were a child.
In the morning, when I woke up, a dimensional rift was waiting for me right in front of the entrance to the cabin.
The good thing couldn't be forever.
I jumped out, and I was back in the tunnel.
The next different stage was the apocalyptic space; it scared me a little after the tranquility of the beach.
I prepared the spear and jumped. I appeared in a dark, open world. I was on top of a cliff when strange storm clouds passed by, joined together, and vanished a second later.
Sometimes lightning sounded far away, or struck nearby without any pattern. From the cliff, you could see protruding, or rather crashed, rocks, pieces of hillside with trees burned by lightning, and desert sand that whipped with the wind.
A tremor shook the cliff, and the rocks fell and dislodged. I leaned further back to avoid falling and to prevent everything from crumbling at my feet.
What I saw seemed like something out of a Star Wars movie or one of the Dune novels: a worm with a body as wide as a three-story house and as long as a train came out from the hillside, projecting its body towards the front and down until crashing on the ground and disappearing into a hole.
The shaking stopped, but it was clear that this was not a stable or safe space.
I decided to continue along the cliff in the safety of heights. Move forward to a few meters of safety. From the edge, about a hundred meters away, the remains of a skeleton the size of a truck lay on the ground. It was some kind of bird, and although it had teeth, the worst thing is that the lower half of the body was not was there.
As I moved forward, I found more cut bones, from all kinds of unknown creatures; the cut was clean.
The remains of a charred tree hid a fissure behind it, but it was not an exit back to the sanctuary.
What could be seen through the rift were some strange black cubic stones. I looked around, and in the distance, I could see some similar-looking stones at the bottom of the land. With the difference in scale, it was difficult to tell.
Guided again by instinct, I crossed the crack; indeed, the stones were the ones below, since from there I could see the cliff and clearly the hole left in the slope by the worm.
The stones were black, and I sensed that they were metallic because I could feel the metallic mana flowing from them.
On some, there were symbols written with something similar to chalk. I continued exploring among the stones until I found an entire corpse of a humanoid whose race I couldn't know, inside what must have been a rudimentary tent a long time ago.
He didn't have many things on them: shabby clothes, an old hat with a brim, a staff that, as soon as I put my hand near it, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and a ring with another signet.
I won't say that I went into the desert to confront the worm. I'm not crazy. No, I continued searching around among the stones until I finally found another crack, and this one finally led to the sanctuary.
I didn't waste another moment there; the storm, the bones, the worm, the dead man, everything told me not to stay there longer than necessary, to leave, and my sixth sense pulsed as if my head was going to explode.
If I had to describe that space, it would be with the adjective desolate; if I had to say the feeling it transmitted, it would be hopelessness.
I stepped into the fissure and didn't look back.
The test of choosing known cracks began again, and so I ended up arriving at the mirror room.
The room was very similar to the one where he had fought the dark elf, only a little smaller. On the walls, mirrors of all shapes and sizes covered the space; even on the ceiling, there were mirrors.
The curious thing about the mirrors is that although they reflected my image, it was not like that with the background; in some I was in living rooms, in rooms, on a bus. Other settings were not so bucolic: a battlefield, a fire, a cemetery.
If I moved closer or further away, the mirror reflected it, following my movements normally. There were almost a hundred, so reviewing them all was strange. Like an ode to narcissism, the first accident happened in a cafeteria scene. When I moved my hand in the scene, I knocked over a cup that was on a table.
I didn't notice anything in my hand, but my movement did affect what was happening on the other side.
I tried to interact with the objects in several of them, but apart from a broken vase and an open door, I didn't get many results. It was strange and fun at the same time.
I managed to press the stop button on the bus, and it seemed to stop. My interactions were clunky, as it was difficult to control movements and effects just based on the mirror image without having real references around me.
After examining all the mirrors on the walls, without finding anything, I started with the ones on the ceiling.
Forest, swamp, grocery store, a bar, and finally a room with the floor identical to the one I was standing on and with a low table. On the table, there was a small box. I clumsily managed to open the box in the reflection, and inside she had a ring. I made the gesture of taking it and brought it closer to my real self so I could see it more closely; it did indeed have the expected seal.
However, if I looked at my hand, there was no ring on it.
Wait, this wasn't a scene from "Hurry Potter?" Like in the movie, I made the gesture of putting the ring in my pocket. I took my hand out and stopped looking in the mirror. I put my hand back in my pocket, and there was the ring.
It didn't take long for the crack to appear to return me to the sanctuary... None of the tests had been difficult, but if it weren't for the use of earth magic and the ledge I created, would I have found the first chamber with the paintings? Surely he would have chosen the familiar rooms and ruled out the rest of the scenarios.
I was glad of my new luck and returned to the sanctuary. The rest was a walk through the rest of the memories that I had recorded in my mind until I reached the rift with the image of the room of the scales.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
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