The boy looked at the remaining doors, and choose to go for the second one on the right. Upon entering, the boy found himself in a room like the one that had the abomination. And for a short moment, the boy had remembered what had happened not too long ago.

‘Breath in and out, in and out...’ After reassuring himself that there wasn’t another abomination, the boy looked around the room. The boy found a bright light source coming from the middle of the room, the source of it coming from a fire. The fire was in a golden brazier, which was...empty.

“But why...” The boy was clearly seeing the fires shadow, but the actual fire was invisible. The boy gazed into the empty space for a few moments, before heading to grab the brazier. ‘Gold must be worth something.’

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The boy successfully managed to push the braxier out of the room, and it disappeared behind him. Of course, some hookups were there, as the boy had to let his hands cool down several times after touching the hot brazier. Once it finally came out, the boy pushed the brazier next to the dead stag.

The rubbed his hands on his cloth, before finishing off the right part of the hallway. The boy went in, and saw a soothingly green room, with a flower pot in the middle. The boy strolled in, and started to inspect the pot. It was a large, plain brown flower pot. What made the pot interesting was what was growing inside of it.

In the pot, was a suspiciously weed looking plant. The boy looked at it from several angles, carefully touched its leaves, and even after all the inspecting, deduced it was a magical weed plant. What made it magical was that the plant looked like it was made from pure mist, of which the mist was slowly circling around in the plant.

The boy reached out, grabbed the pot, and headed back out of the room. The door disappeared, the boy placed the pot down on the ground, and headed into the last room. The room was an actual armory, with tables and stands with weaponry and armor on them. In the middle of the room, was another stand.

“Hey White Thing, are you two related by any chance?” The marble didn’t respond, and just kept on giving off the feeling of a hundred spiders on your back. The boy chuckled, and then looked at what was on the stand. It was a head mannequin, and it had an eyepatch on it with a strange inscription on it.

The boy went up to the mannequin, ignoring all of the weapons and armor. Upon picking up the eyepatch, nothing happened. The boy sighed in relief, before trying it on his head. As soon as the eyepatch was on his eye, the boy found himself in the abyss. The boy instantly took off the eyepatch, and sighed. Then, he grabbed it and exited the room.

‘I wonder, why haven’t any messages shown up yet...’

The placed the eyepatch on top of the weed plant, and then finally got his notification.

[AMAZING! You have collected all six of Relics! Now, you*^&$^%*&&**O]

“...Excuse me, what?” And at that moment, the white thing crawled from his back, and onto the boy’s loot. The boy tried to grab onto the marble thing, but it escaped his grasp and encompassed everything that he took out. The boy stood there shocked, seeing all the slightly unnerving movement below the thing.

Before the boy even took a step, the White Thing ejected out the fur and the perfectly cleaned off bones of the black stag, the entire skeleton being held together by some white goo. The boy stayed away from the skeleton, before going over to pick up the fur. Just as he was about to grab it, the marble thing reached out and grabbed the fur back inside.

“Son of a bitch, give me back my shit!” The boy lunged at the marble thing in frustration; it moved out of the way as the boy was in the air. The next thing that the marble thing did was spit out the pot that held the weed, with stalk and the leaves sitting inside, dried up. The boy, confused as to why it did this, looked at what it as doing next.

The marble thing spit out the brazier, with a few extra adjustments added to it. First, the brazier was floating by itself, and there was a lot of meat hanging above it. The meat was hanged from the same white goo as the bones; then the boy remembered how small the fire was before. He looked down to the shadow of the fire, and found it to be far higher, and far hotter when he approached. ‘What is that thing doing?’

Then, the white thing finally finished. It slowly came off of the rest of the loot, and formed into...clothing.

The top that he could wear was a cloak, one that looked it belonged in an old western movie. The cloak was black, had many drawings of gears, all of which were interconnected in some amalgamation of an unknown machine. Beside the cloak was a scarf, with the first ten roman numerals on it from start to end. Lastly, the was also some furry anti-black pants, which absorbed all the light that was around them. ‘No shirt...’

The boy didn’t know whether to put on or leave the clothing where it was. He looked at the slightly smaller white thing as it laid in its place, unmoving. Sighing, the boy took of his clothing, and put on the items he was given.

[Kudos! You have been gifted two items created by the White Thing. These are:

The Blueprint: The Machine created by the original Time is what decides everything and anything that happens. Only three individuals are free from it, them the original creators of all that is. This cloak is the blueprint for the Machine’s core, a set of gears that make everything go turn. You get a 30% proficiency bonus to your Time related skills.

Ten-Gauge: This is a scarf used by and for something that wants permanent change. Wearing this scarf grants the user the skill “Countdown.” Using this skill permanently changes the world the user is currently in. Using the skill notifies the entire world, and will take ten seconds, with each of the numerals lighting up with every second. The countdown can be interrupted, and if it is, the skill has a cooldown of one year.

Skill granted: Countdown.

Good Luck]

The boy was surprised that the pants weren’t considered an item. But he didn’t give it any thought, as he just turned his attention back to the brazier, as the marble thing decided to scoot back to his back. The boy saw how the meat was visibly being cooked above the fire, so he sat down and-BOOM.

Suddenly, the door to the hallway had a giant dent in it. “Oh no...” The boy guessed that the gods were just outside the door, and they really didn’t want him near their stuff. ‘I wonder how the Abyssmal is doing out there.’ And as if almost on cue, another giant dent appeared, in the shape of a person. ‘Well, shit.’

The boy felt the marble thing scuttle down from his back, and form a barrier in-front of the door. The boy heard the hitting continue, but no more dents were visible on his side, only slight jiggles from the White Thing. Being slightly less worried, the boy looked back to the brazier. ‘COOK FASTER!’