Duke looked through the window at the bright sky and the glare of the sun, and wondered if it would be appropriate to go to bed now in search of the so-called golden space.

He first planned to search his bedroom to see if there were any other strange things that would lure him into the strange dream world.

But firstly, Duke has not added anything new recently, and secondly, the things that were originally furnished in the bedroom are very ordinary and shabby, and there is nothing worth noting.

In the end, he could only sigh lightly, took off his robe and changed into pajamas, lay on his back on the bed, and hypnotized himself into sleep with his mental power.

This method of hypnotizing oneself with mental power is a compulsory course for every mage, and at first it was only used to assist mages to quickly enter a meditative state and was practical, but Duke's last small method found that it also had a very magical effect in helping sleep.

So Duke has never bothered with insomnia, and this time he quickly fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but Duke felt a familiar warmth in the boundless darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the golden space he had been in.

This time, he didn't rush to find a way to crack it, but wanted to test how this space was different from the real space he existed in all aspects.

He first tried to contact the system, but found that there was still no news like last time, and he didn't get any response, and no matter what method he tried, he couldn't connect.

This result was expected by him, after all, he couldn't call out the system as an aid last time he came in, so he was not discouraged.

Then he began to try to use his magic to see if he could use magic in this space, but the result was that there was no response like the system, and the magic power in his whole body was like stagnant water, and he couldn't mobilize a single bit.

Duke felt the light elements around him, and secretly guessed that only light magic could be used in this space, but the problem was that he was not a priest and could not perform any light magic, so he had no choice but to give up.

After that, he conducted the final test, which was to communicate with the entire space through mental power, to see if he could establish a connection with it or gain any abilities.

He calmed his mind and released his spiritual power throughout the space, trying to connect with the spatial consciousness in the dark.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find that trace of connection, and in the end he could only reluctantly withdraw all the spiritual power that was released.

This shows that either this space rejects Duke's existence, or his strength is not yet up to the standard of communication and cannot find a way.

Duke smiled bitterly, his strength is indeed a little low, and it is not enough to see in many scenes, and it is indeed a bit wishful thinking to complete the communication with spatial consciousness now.

If only there was a bottle of happy water to relieve it......

The series of tests made him a little emaciated, and some other thoughts inevitably appeared in his mind.

But in an instant, he once again felt the coldness from head to toe with his spirit body, which he didn't feel at all.

Because just as he was thinking about the happy water, a small puddle of bubbling tan liquid appeared at his feet with a click, which was extremely dazzling in the originally pure golden space.

Duke looked at the familiar liquid, the bubbles that haunted him, and even if he didn't take a sip to taste it, he was 100% sure that it was the happy water he had just thought.

Am I the equivalent of the Creator in this space?

Duke was ecstatic in his heart, if that was the case, didn't that mean he could be a god in a small space?

It's really a dream!

He once again imagined in his mind what he had seen in the other world, and since he had succeeded in manifesting the water of happiness, his attempts first revolved around liquids.

All of a sudden, pools of different colors of liquid began to appear on the ground, and it was difficult to distinguish them, but in the end, there were only these liquids.

As he experimented, Duke discovered that he was not omnipotent, he could only manifest a variety of beverages, not even the containers in which they were contained.

That's why there are pools of liquid on the ground, no plastic bottles, no cans, and no glasses.

And even liquids are exquisite, except for simple carbonated drinks and fruit juices, some expensive wines cannot be revealed, and some special chemical liquids are also the same.

It seems that my 'permission' in this space is limited, and it cannot be used infinitely.

Or...... Or is it related to strength.

Duke looked at his hands, and finally sighed helplessly, and with a wave of his right hand, he dispersed everything that appeared.

After these attempts, he already has a little understanding of this space, and then he will try to explore the situation in the space more deeply.

He took a deep breath, used his mental power to discern the direction he was heading last time, and walked towards the depths.

With the experience of the previous time, this time he no longer hesitated, and started to run as fast as he could towards his extreme depth.

Soon he felt the rising temperature around him and the dots of light flying around him, and as he went deeper and deeper, the dots of light gradually turned into arrows of light that dragged tail flames.

Soon after, a familiar murmur gently crept into his ears, causing him to feel a shiver from the depths of his soul again.

So he began to slow down, trying to use his mental power to deconstruct the captured content, and by the way, try to adapt to this feeling that makes people's souls tremble.

But his attempts failed, and he was unable to capture any useful information from the staccato murmur, and all he received was a meaningless stream of information.

So he began to go deeper slowly, letting more strange sounds penetrate his brain and rush into the depths of his spirit, to see if he could capture useful information.

Perhaps it was just an accident that he was able to capture so much clear information last time, and Duke couldn't get any useful information after trying for a long time, even reaching the limit depth of the last time.

At this time, the soft murmur turned into a terrifying sound, and his spirit body was shattered, and it was difficult to maintain.

Duke gritted his teeth and continued to fight the cost of the spirit's injury, just to get more useful information to help him make sense of this strange space.

The moment he stepped forward, he felt the gold around him fade away.

Two huge eyes seemed to stare at him quietly through countless heavy spaces, and the chaotic eyes seemed to reveal disdain and ridicule for insects.

Boundless darkness buried Duke again.