Chapter Six: Arming the Space

After sitting in the chair in a state of dejection for a while, Fang Mu suddenly straightened up again and looked at the ring in his hand.

“If I don’t try, I just can’t let it go… Forget it, I’ll try first… If it really doesn’t work out… I’ll think of something else…”

He gritted his teeth.

A ring that was very likely to be a Primal Energy Armament was now right before his eyes. This might be the only chance in his life to ever come into contact with such a weapon.

Live or die, he had to try!

With that thought, he picked up the tactical knife and made a small cut at the tip of his finger. A brief sting, and then drops of blood fell, landing on the brass ring…

Fang Mu watched expectantly.

But after several seconds, the brass ring showed no reaction.

At last, disappointment spread across Fang Mu’s face, and he forced a bitter smile.

“What was I thinking… How could it possibly succeed?”

If this really were a Primal Energy Armament, how could the original owner not have performed a gene authentication? That cut was clearly for nothing.

He sighed, stood up, and fetched a medical kit from the cabinet behind him to bandage his finger.

It was bad enough that he couldn’t use the Primal Energy Armament, and now he’d even cut himself…

He really must have lost his mind…

Fang Mu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He focused on cleaning the wound.

But suddenly, a radiance seemed to glow behind him.

In the midst of tending his wound, Fang Mu froze for a moment, then turned his head on instinct.

The next instant, his eyes widened in shock.

Sitting on the table, the ring was emitting a faint golden light.

This…

“Isn’t this exactly what the forum posts described as the sign of ‘gene armament’ authentication?”

“But how could this be?”

“It says clearly—once a Primal Energy Armament has bonded through gene authentication, this process cannot be triggered again! What is…?”

Fang Mu was dumbfounded.

His jaw hung open in disbelief.

At first, the light was faint, but in just a moment, it began to intensify suddenly.

It actually grew so bright that Fang Mu felt it was almost blinding.

Could it be that this ring had never undergone gene authentication?

But how was that possible?

The owner of that severed hand—could he really not have known this was a Primal Energy Armament?

Was this a joke?

Even with only a severed hand left, black flames still erupted, fighting fiercely with those golden, terrifying runes. The strength of the hand’s owner was beyond imagining!

How could he not have known what this ring was?

Did he send it here just for Fang Mu’s benefit?

That was even less likely!

Just as Fang Mu stood there, stunned, a strange ripple began to emanate from the ring. Wave after wave, and in the midst of it, a faint sound could be heard.

With each pulse, the golden light grew brighter, dazzling to the extreme, until the entire room was awash in a sea of radiance.

Gradually, the ring began to melt. Then, as Fang Mu lingered in his daze, an uncanny sensation arose, as if some mysterious connection had formed between him and the ring before his eyes.

It felt like water blending with milk—the ring seemed to become a part of his very body…

It was wondrous beyond words.

Before Fang Mu could react, the ring transformed into a halo of shimmering golden liquid, slowly floating in the air…

The scene was shrouded in mystery.

Then, the golden liquid flew toward Fang Mu.

Startled, he instinctively took a step back, but the golden liquid wrapped itself around his hand. As he stared in shock, it found his left pinky and coiled around it. In the next moment, the glow faded…

The brass ring, which had been larger than his thumb, now fit perfectly on his little finger…

Everything returned to calm.

Fang Mu stood rooted to the spot, utterly bewildered.

…

…

The room was silent.

There was no doubt—this was a true Primal Energy Armament. The wonders he had just witnessed were no illusion.

It took Fang Mu a long time to slowly recover his wits.

“What on earth happened here?”

“That severed hand was so powerful that even after being cut off, black flames burst forth, clashing with the golden runes. How could the owner not have known this was a Primal Energy Armament? Then why… Wait?”

Suddenly, Fang Mu shuddered, a possibility occurring to him.

“Could it be… because of that golden rune chain?”

He murmured softly.

He recalled the moment when he saw the severed hand.

It had been plump and full of flesh, but after the black flames were completely subdued by the golden rune chain, the flesh seemed to evaporate, leaving only skin and bone in the end.

And throughout that entire process… the brass ring had remained on the hand!

Could it be that the golden rune chain, as it suppressed and vaporized the flesh of the hand, had also cleansed the ‘gene code’ within the ring?

It was a bold guess, but the more Fang Mu considered it, the more convinced he became.

The golden rune chain was clearly extraordinary, its power unknown.

But if it could subdue that severed hand and wither it in such a short time… then erasing the ‘gene code’ from the ring in passing didn’t seem so far-fetched after all…

Understanding this, Fang Mu’s expression gradually changed.

“So… I really obtained a Primal Energy Armament?”

Fang Mu gazed at the ring on his finger, and only after a long while did he take a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

“Alright, let’s see what this ring actually does…”

He recalled the descriptions from the posts he’d read.

To activate a Primal Energy Armament, one must possess primal gene energy.

He had yet to truly evolve, but he had consumed the flesh of many iron-class creatures, so within his body, there was at least a trace of primal gene energy.

He hadn’t practiced any primal energy cultivation methods, so the amount was small and not easily controlled.

But to force a sliver of it into the ring…

That was still possible!

With that thought, he exhaled, closed his eyes, and focused intently, searching for the primal gene energy within himself.

It took two or three minutes before a wisp of primal gene energy slowly and laboriously flowed into the ring…

And as soon as it entered, Fang Mu felt an indescribable sensation.

Within his mind, another space emerged…

It was a massive space, stretching over a hundred meters in every direction…

“This is… a spatial armament?!”

Fang Mu’s eyes flew wide open.

A spatial armament!

Even among all Primal Energy Armaments, it was one of the rarest. Its sole function: to grant the user a portable storage space of varying size.

Yet this was the very weapon Fang Mu had always dreamed of owning…

No, in fact…

A spatial armament was something every evolver in the world yearned for above all.