Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

Chapter 1022 - 724: Dissipation

As soon as the five pieces of obsidian were placed in the hands of the spiritual bodies under the Bodhi Tree in the Dark Realm, they emitted a faint, hair-thin glow divided into three layers, each expanding outward.

Soon after, each piece of obsidian revealed a human figure, identical to the images trapped within but much larger in size.

"Have they been released?" Li Zheng tried speaking to them again: "Can you hear me?"

However, the five figures did not reply, instead, they began to move slowly in place.

Watching their movements, Li Zheng couldn’t help but be stunned.

"Is this... the combat techniques they learned during their lifetime?"

One figure was practicing a vigorous fist technique, with an expression of pain and a silent scream on their face.

Another was making continuous swings with an empty fist, presumably practicing some weaponry technique, though lacking an actual weapon left it ambiguous, as if having a seizure.

One figure held a stance with one hand forward and one back, moving slowly yet with heavy force, seemingly wielding a heavy long weapon, though no weapon was visible.

The remaining two figures moved swiftly, dodging around with occasional peeks, as if they were using firearms.

After about ten minutes, the five figures slowly dissipated, surrounded by twinkling starlight, gradually turning to nothingness.

Once they completely vanished, the five obsidians dimmed, leaving nothing inside.

"This..."

Li Zheng was utterly stunned: "They just dissipated completely?"

He didn’t understand what happened: "Why did they dissipate?"

The Dark Realm is a space where spiritual bodies can exist and operate freely, theoretically, these obsidians made from others’ spiritual bodies should function as containers to expand the Spiritual Realm’s capacity, no different from spiritual bodies, and should normally exist in the Dark Realm.

Yet they completely dissipated before Li Zheng’s eyes, vanishing so suddenly that it caught him off guard.

"Is it because they left the ape’s mental space?" Li Zheng’s eyes darkened slightly, considering a possibility: "To prevent these things from being taken by others, do they dissipate as soon as they leave the first mental space in which they were implanted?"

Or perhaps each similar container is custom-made for someone?

Or did the apes manufacture them themselves by some means, making them solely adapted to their mental space, thus becoming exclusive containers?

Looking at the dull obsidian shells of unknown material, Li Zheng couldn’t help but feel regretful: "Well, it’s better to dissipate than to continue suffering alive."

He casually tossed a few pieces of obsidian aside, only to see them slowly dissolve, first softening, then liquefying, and finally turning into gas, as if being absorbed by the Dark Realm.

"I originally wanted to study how to rescue them, but now it seems..." Li Zheng sighed: "I’ll have to wait for the next time."

He turned his attention back to the Outer World, where Feng Yue entered the house with a large basin of cooked beast meat.

The culinary skill was fairly average, emitting an extremely greasy smell, causing Li Zheng to frown: "Did you make this?"

What poor craftsmanship!

These ingredients were simply wasted.

"I didn’t make it, Mudala prepared it and asked me to bring it over," Feng Yue said truthfully.

"There’s actually meat to eat here at Mudala’s place?" Li Zheng dragged the living corpse of an ape and threw it outside the house, "Yet I didn’t see any desolate beasts for her to hunt."

"The wilderness areas are interconnected," Feng Yue said, placing the basin in a spot as he followed him out: "She probably got this beast meat from other neighboring areas."

"I see." Li Zheng saw Mirel searching in the vegetable plot in front of the cabin and walked over: "What are you doing?"

Mirel didn’t look up: "You saw that basin of stuff earlier; can you eat it with that culinary skill? I’m checking for any untried vegetables to make another dish."

Having learned many exquisite and delicious recipes alongside Li Zheng, Mirel now demands high standards for every meal, finding the mere sight of such boiled meat unbearable to swallow.

"No need." Li Zheng retrieved a bottle of soy sauce and a few cloves of garlic from a capsule: "I’ll show you a way to transform something mundane into something magical."

"Really?"

Mirel looked at him skeptically, appearing distrustful.

Having cooked a few times before, Li Zheng’s culinary efforts only reached the level of edible and not unpleasant in Mirel’s view, far from tasty.

If eating Mirel’s cooking was a way of living, then eating Li Zheng’s cooking was survival, and consuming such boiled meat didn’t even qualify as survival—it was suffering!

"Come on." Li Zheng gestured for her to return, then glanced at a wooden hut nearby where Mudala appeared at the doorway, looking at them.

After thinking, Li Zheng said to her: "You come too. Even if we don’t share the same path in the future, you should learn how to improve your standard of living instead of living like savages."

Mudala hesitated for a moment, said nothing, and just walked over to them.

"Uh..." Feng Yue pointed at himself and asked: "What about me, Pathfinder?"

Li Zheng chuckled: "You come too, join us for a meal."

They all entered the house together, where the light was slightly dim.

Li Zheng took out tables and chairs, and Feng Yue brought out a small lamp for lighting, which illuminated the room as bright as day with gentle, non-dazzling light.

After seating everyone, Li Zheng distributed bowls to each.

Then he began peeling garlic.

The other three watched his actions, imitating him to peel the garlic cloves, revealing the translucent garlic inside.

Pa!

Li Zheng clapped his hands, crushing the garlic in his palms into a pulp, leaving a garlicky scent on his hands.

The minced garlic went into the bowl, followed by a dash of soy sauce, mixed well, and left to sit for a moment.

The soy sauce aroma mixed with the garlic to create an extremely appetizing scent.

Mudala hadn’t tried this method before; to be precise, she’d never seen soy sauce. It was a unique condiment brought in by the Terminal after the Blue Star players entered the Matrix, something no race had produced before.

In other words... most races only required food to fill their bellies, placing minimal demands on the taste of their ingredients.

Like meticulously cultivated fruits or livestock.

Picking a piece of beast meat from the basin, soaking it in the garlic soy sauce, and putting it in his mouth.

Instantly, the various layered flavors of garlic, freshness, soy sauce, and saltiness stimulated the taste buds, providing the once bland, greasy boiled meat with a different and more appetizing texture.

Mudala followed Li Zheng’s method and was pleasantly surprised.

Feng Yue nodded lightly; most things he’d eaten in the Outer City had similar standards, but this flavor was a first for him—agreeable and palatable.

Mirel, however, was disdainful; was this what he called transforming the mundane into something extraordinary?

It was too ordinary!

Discussing matters over meals was almost an unspoken rule among Earthlings.

After taking a few bites, Li Zheng turned to Mudala and said: "I met a member of your race in the Gluttony Sin Domain a month ago."

Upon hearing this, Mudala’s hand paused.