The Villain's Story

"So, what were you saying about my rings?"

After the dwarves had cleaned his room, albeit unwillingly. Alan had decided to ask them about the reason for them barging into his room. He could understand the orcs...but why the dwarves?

The younger dwarf, stayed completely silent and didn't answer at all, whilst the older dwarf was fidgeting.

Alan caught sight of it, but simply eyed the dwarf, waiting for him to say something of his own accord. IT was clear that the dwarf was going to say something soon enough, with how much he was shaking.

It was as if he was fighting a war inside his mind, but eventually, the opposing side that didn't care for his safety won and he blurted out.

"Your rings are shit!"

'Yeah, I expected that.'

The dwarf continued.

"What's the bullshit with the 64 item things or something? Why is it item-based? Sure, it got some strengths, but it's simply impractical! The only good thing is how the mana was infused into it! It's trash!"

"..."

Alan stayed silent, thinking over the dwarf's words. He wasn't that wrong, and quite frankly...his words did make some sense.

Back when he first thought of making spatial equipment, he was simply a novice with the element and therefore had no experience, furthermore, his rings were more or less inspired from the standard inventory of role-playing video games that Jame's put into his mind.

He simply had those memories of an inventory or something like that, and thus used that to make his spatial rings.

It wasn't that bad of an idea with the resources he had at the time, but he had heard of how the different species, mainly Elves and dwarves, made their spatial equipment. Elves would also do it in the form of rings, but dwarves would rather do it with something larger, like a satchel, to compensate for their lacking mana infusion ability.

However, they were similar in the way that they made a space to store their items, instead of doing it by the item-standard that Alan used. He had thought about, but ultimately he didn't have enough time to do it, so he simply stuck to his own methods.

The dwarf's face went pale when he remembered the boy in front of him ad thrown male orcs out of the window with one punch! Yet the artistic side of him still blurted his thoughts out! What a fool he was!

He was going to meet a fate like them soon! He was a dwarf, although they do have stronger bodies, they didn't compare to that of the orcs! Likewise, he would suffer severe injuries from a fall of this height!

"Hmmm..."

He saw the human in front of him take a deep sigh, and then start to rub his chin. He gulped, fearing the inevitable, but rather something else happened!

"Alright, what you say does make some sense, How do you do it?"

'... What?'

The dwarf, flabbergasted, couldn't utter anything other than:

"What?"

Alan answered, with a hint of annoyance.

"How did you do it? How do you create the space within the item to store things in? What are the conditions to make it stable, and what defines the limit of the space inside?"

He asked. He thought it would be better to hear it from someone who had made it or had experience with them before experimenting on his own.

It would be great to get some advice...that would save him some money.

However, when he saw that, the dwarf was still dumbstruck. He noticed the satchel he was wearing and took it. The satchel floated due to being affected by his mana and stopped right in front of him.

The dwarves were shocked by his expertise in controlling mana, but he couldn't care less.

He sent his mana into the satchel, and dismissing the dwarves stuff, he decided to study the satchel and it's insides.

He first noticed that it was similar to his ring, where the material mattered most. It depended on how attuned to mana it was, and how well it could handle the changes and properties of spatial mana.

That wouldn't be too hard... The dwarves obviously used a satchel because it was a bigger material to hold more mana. They couldn't manipulate mana like the elves, after all. Alan figured he could do the same with the ring. His control was above that of even elves, after all.

But...something stumped him.

"How exactly do you create the space inside?"

He could see the space inside the bag... the walls were covered with cracks, like the cracks in old and hard leather. Spatial energy seeped out of them and some items went inside those cracks. Where they went he had no idea.

The space was as big as a standard truck, and it held a lot of stuff.

"Hmm..."

No matter how much he studied it, he couldn't figure out how the space was created. It was like a dimension within the satchel...and it seemed impossible to him. He was about to use his dragon eyes when he caught sight of the dwarves wide eyes, looking at him with rage and fear.

"How dare you search my satchel?!"

The short, stumpy dwarf stomped his feet and snatched the satchel from the air. Alan looked at him curiously. Did he break a rule or something?

'Ah, probably shouldn't have peeked at his personal stuff.'

"Sorry, Can you tell me how you create a space inside the satchel? It's got cracked walls, but I can't figure out how you managed to do it."

"You thief! I'll kill you!"

He tried apologizing, but the dwarf was so angry with him that he forgot about what happened with the orcs. With his face as red as fire, he launched a fist coated in mana towards Alan...

Who caught it and threw the dwarf outside, where the orcs were. Whether the bodies of the orcs acted as cushions or not...his luck would decide.

Alan eyed the younger dwarf and asked him the same question, however, before he could answer he heard a beep from his communicator.

"Hmm?"

[Warning: Personal Forge has been broken into. Activate defenses?]

"..."

Too many things were happening... Especially when he was supposed to keep a low profile. His personal forge in shield was being raided... And he didn't have to think hard about who it was.

Students interested in artifact creation could request for their own forges, Alan, who created spatial rings was also applicable for one with forge...

But now, the forge that had his rings was being raided!

Taking another sigh, he grabbed the little dwarf and opened up a portal.

'Sir Oliver is gonna beat the shit out of me.'

He thought, by this point he seemed to have accepted the fact that the original plan to maintain a low profile had failed spectacularly. Oliver would be pissed...

He stepped inside the portal and appeared in front of his forge. The door had met a similar fate to his own dorm door. And multiple dwarves were raiding the place, where he kept some of his dungeon loot and spatial equipment. Rings, bracelets etc...

"Such trash."

"Why are there so many? Is he so proud of creating these impractical things?"

They went on and on, ignoring the fact that the owner had appeared. To get their attention, Alan cleared his throat.

However, that did not work. Therefore he resorted to using his mana to get their attention.

Th dwarves felt the mana and finally turned their heads, staring at the person standing in the door... Who was holding one of them in his hands.

"Save me!"

"Would you mins leaving my forge?"

Alan asked politely, trying to stay as low as possible... However bleak that may be.

The dwarves clicked their tongues when they saw the little dwarf in his hands. Alan thought that maybe that would convince them to leave but they simply grunted and went back to raiding his forge.

"No."

One of them answered.

"Fuck off."

Another added. Visible veins appeared on Alan's head as he tried his best to calm down!

"Such trash."

...

"Let's melt em!"

...

"What is this? Let's melt it!"

...

Ah, they fucked up when they threw his rings and bracelets, each worth a fortune on Earth into the furnace. They even threw his old armor sets there! Although they were in a bad conditiom Alan stilled treasured them!

"Sigh... "

He sighed, but this was no ordinary sigh, his frost mana escaped from his mouth and covered the room, stopping the forge and freezing the dwarves inside the forge.

He eliminated the fire and stopped the melting of his equipmemt. Took the satchels of the dwarves and emptied them.

He didn't care about manners or anything now...

And then, he threw the dwarves, encased in ice outside. The students of shield, who also had their forges in the building sighed in relief when they saw their raiders be frozen and thrown out.

As for Alan... He simply resolved himself too accept at punishment given to him by Oliver.