"It's about time I grabbed some creatures to bring in here—more blood to draw that way."
Dylan gazed at the little forest, his eyes glinting with contemplation.
Turning his head, he let Coalball and Norbert go play on their own while he stepped into the cabin.
With a spell, he rounded up a bunch of small spiders and cockroaches, tossing them straight into the forest. Then there were the Cornish pixies he'd locked in a cage.
"Don't mess up my stuff while I'm gone, or I'll shove your heads up your buddies' butts."
Dylan said this to the pixies calmly.
He'd already extracted the soul of a nearly dead Cornish pixie before, using *SoulBob Tongue* to learn their language.
Faced with his threat—and having seen how ruthless he could be—the blue little troublemakers didn't dare step out of line. With his permission, they scattered in a flash.
Except for a few that looked half-dead—probably destined to become test subjects for his *Putreflorifera* spell—he chucked the rest into the forest.
In a fully natural ecosystem, their breeding rates would spike.
Dylan even considered tossing in some aphrodisiacs to speed things up, get them pumping out babies, and keep their species going.
Sure, these pixies weren't super useful, and their materials weren't exactly rare, but they made decent lab rats for now.
"I should grab some eight-eyed giant spiders from the Forbidden Forest sometime. But this space is still too small—can't fit too many. Gotta save up fast and upgrade it. At least 10,000 cubic meters to call it decently sized."
Decision made, Dylan started prepping food for his two pets.
Well, "feeding" might be generous—he just set out their bowls.
A metal tin for one, a big steel basin for the other.
He dumped the food in, called them over, and told them to keep an eye on the pixies—rough them up if needed, but no killing.
Then he left the suitcase space.
After all that fuss, the sky was dimming.
Dylan's stomach growled right on cue.
He headed to the Great Hall for dinner.
The full moon was coming soon, which meant chewing grass again. Before that, he'd make sure to stuff himself silly.
Eat like there's no tomorrow!
On the way back from the hall, Neville tagged along.
Dylan had gone late, but Neville ate slowly—and a lot—so they chatted while waiting for Dylan to finish, then walked back to the dorm together.
After another *Scourgify* spell, Dylan crawled into bed.
That Diagon Alley trip had unlocked a few achievements—he needed to check them out.
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**[Achievement]: Magic Before the Masses**
**[Description]:** You've got followers ringing bells for you—time to show off some magic in public!
**[Unlock Requirement]:** Have Initial Believers (100/100), Fanatics (10/10), and an Apostle (1/1)
**[Reward]:** Fool's Aura +10, Demon Lord Aura +10, Scepter Wand
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**[Achievement]: Dark Supernova**
**[Description]:** Your name's spreading like wildfire!
**[Unlock Requirement]:** Your chosen title is recognized by the magical press and wizarding world.
**[Reward]:** Max-Level Random Dark Magic +1
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**[Achievement]: Ministry's Fury**
**[Description]:** You've toyed with the Ministry twice—they're pissed for real now! But—so what?
**[Unlock Requirement]:** Enrage the Ministry's higher-ups
**[Reward]:** Portable Magical Library
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**[Achievement]: I've Got a World!**
**[Description]:** Sure, it's still tiny, but it's got a self-sustaining ecosystem—why *wouldn't* it count as a world?
**[Unlock Requirement]:** Own a small world
**[Reward]:** Goblin Tribe +1
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Scanning the rewards, Dylan noted they weren't like Kuku's maxed-out dark magic gifts from before. This time, there were some tangible goodies too.
He paused, claiming the max-level dark magic reward first.
Slipping into the cosmic void like an old pro, he braced for the star-smash.
In a flash, he stood in a dark-shrouded swamp, reeking of rot.
Wind howled, his black robes whipping around him, as Dementors floated nearby.
Dylan raised his wand slowly, its tip flickering with eerie light, blending into the inky darkness around him.
Lips parting, his voice came low and oppressive, spitting out a spell.
A faint black mist rose from his feet, wrapping around him.
Within it, dark red glints pulsed—like countless eyes lurking in the shadows.
The aura pouring off him grew more terrifying, bone-chilling.
From a distance, it was still just him standing there, but it felt like real eyes had sprouted around him.
They blinked, scanning everywhere.
The Dementors, drifting and hissing nearby, suddenly flinched like spooked birds under those gazes.
Their vague forms trembled harder, translucent black bodies twisting and writhing in the shadows.
Under Dylan's influence, they scrambled to get away.
Some even seemed to be frantically digging through their jumbled memories for something happy.
"﹁_﹂?"
In the last second before the vision faded, Dylan wasn't sure if he'd imagined it—but he swore he saw faint silvery-white wisps on those Dementors.
"What the heck are they doing?"
**[Notification]: Congratulations, you've mastered the max-level spell—ErebusNexus (Erebus Cthulhu)!**
"Huh? I'm Cthulhu now??"
Dylan was shook. *Very* shook.
This spell made zero sense.
"So… the Dementors saw me and lost their sanity points? And… wait, were they trying to cast *Patronus* at the end?"
His vision went dark.
*Who's the real Dementor here?*
"And System, you sure Dementors can cast *Patronus*? You're just messing with me in there!"
Rolling his eyes, he moved to the next reward.
"Scepter Wand?"
Sounded pretty cool.
He claimed it to his inventory and checked its stats.
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**[Item]: Scepter Wand**
**[Description]:** A so-called "scepter" that's really just for show—an evil wand made of ancient dragon bone, 47.2 inches long. You could totally use it as a cane. Wave it, and you'll unleash powerful illusions.
**[Abilities]:** Swing it to summon one of three illusions—Dragon Phantom, Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood, or Bloody Throne.
**[Note]:** Maybe you'll find something to upgrade it later.
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"Illusions?"
Dylan skimmed the Scepter Wand's details, getting the gist.
It was pure flex material.
As for the note—something to upgrade it later?
What, a Sharingan?
Another eye roll.
This wand was more like a staff—not your typical wizarding wand. He figured it'd only come out when he was running his alt persona.
"Why are all my rewards only good for my side gig? Ugh!"
He checked the next one.
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**[Item]: Portable Magical Library**
**[Description]:** Tired of too many books and nowhere to put them? Annoyed by giant shelves and losing track of titles? The Portable Magical Library's got you covered!
**[Abilities]:** Looks like a big wooden cabinet, but open it up, and it's a vast space inside. Log a book, and the shelves expand as needed. Built-in search—just think the title, author, or a keyword, and the book flies out.
**[Note]:** Store a book, and it's auto-logged.
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"Now *that's* good stuff!"
Dylan's eyes lit up.
Finally, something practical!
He didn't have a ton of books yet—enough to fill a room, but not a library. Still, a few shelves' worth wasn't nothing.
Over time, he'd rack up more—his notes, bought books, copied texts…
Later, when he had a mountain of them, sure, his pet suitcase or inventory could hold them. But digging them out would be a nightmare.
He'd already gotten fed up fishing books from his inventory one by one, so he'd organized them on shelves instead.
The pet space was for pets, though. It could store books, but as they piled up, what if some freak accident lost them? That'd suck.
And with more books, just sorting shelves wouldn't cut it—finding anything would be a chore.
But this Portable Magical Library? Think a title, author, or keyword, and bam—book in hand. It'd save him so much time and hassle.
"Not bad, not bad. I'm happy with this one." Dylan cracked a real smile.
He pulled the library from the achievement panel into his inventory, planning to sort his books later.
Last reward…
"Goblin Tribe?" Dylan shifted in bed, pretending to rest while secretly smacking his lips.
If he got this right, in this world, "goblins" meant Gringotts goblins, right?
No clue if the System's goblin tribe was different from those bankers.
Gringotts goblins used magic. But since the System didn't call these "Gringotts goblins," Dylan's gut said they were probably just stick-swinging brutes.
After a moment's thought, he got up, dressed, mumbled something to Neville, and slipped back into the suitcase.
The space was darker now—not like last time when it was still lit.
Time here seemed synced with the outside.
Coalball and Norbert were lounging on a clearing—looked like they'd worn themselves out playing.
Spotting Dylan, they lazily flicked their tails but didn't budge.
Dylan's mouth twitched.
Not that he'd come for them anyway. He headed deep into the forest.
The Cornish pixies scattered at his approach.
He didn't care.
Finding a good spot, he summoned the System reward.
A rift tore open the void.
In a flash, a dozen green-skinned creatures appeared.
Dylan raised an eyebrow.
These goblins were short but stocky, their pukey dark-green skin dotted with lumpy patches.
Their pointy ears kinda resembled Gringotts goblins.
But unlike those bankers, these guys had beady eyes glinting with bloodlust.
Each gripped a massive, crude club studded with sharp rocks and rusty nails—nasty-looking weapons.
The ugly little freaks burst from the rift, hopping around, swinging their clubs, and gurgling "gloop gloop" like lunatics.
"Noisy as hell."
Dylan eyed them calmly, then pointed his wand at the loudest one.
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
A green bolt zipped out, nailing the goblin.
It stiffened mid-yell and flopped over dead.
"*SoulBob Tongue!*"
With a flick, a faint glow pulled from the corpse, sinking into Dylan's mind.
His eyes flashed briefly, but he wasn't done.
"*Putreflorifera!*"
The dead goblin sprouted a creepy black flower at visible speed, petals dark as ink. The body shriveled fast, feeding the bloom.
Dylan waved his wand, pocketing the flower, then turned to the trembling goblins, heads bowed in fear.
"Listen up. Anyone causing trouble, breaking stuff, or if I catch you stepping on a flower or killing anything—*that's* your fate!"
He tossed them some raw meat.
They twitched, itching to grab it, but with Dylan looming, they shrank back like scared chicks, frozen.
"Eat, you filthy trash."
Only then did they move.
After cracking their language, he got their vibe.
These guys only listened when you cursed them out hard.
Beating them wasn't enough—you had to chew them out too.
Dylan pursed his lips, thought for a sec, then said nothing more. He turned into a black blur, zipping toward the cabin.
He didn't fence off a zone to pen them in.
The forest was small, sure, but it could handle the pixies and these goblins—there weren't too many.
That's why he'd shelled out big to unlock the self-sustaining ecosystem—so stuff could thrive here on its own.
These goblins didn't look like much, but they filled a gap in his test-subject lineup.
With Coalball and Norbert around, they wouldn't dare wreck anything big.
A few beatdowns, some regular feeding—no need to hunt—and these cowardly bullies would probably just focus on breeding.
Dylan gave Coalball and Norbert a heads-up, then left the suitcase.
*(Chapter End)*