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With a flicker of his mind, the entire situation of the space unfolded in his consciousness. Within this realm, he was the master, joyfully inspecting every inch of land. At the center of the space stood a stone house, likely constructed by the Black-Clad Corpse. However, apart from that stone house, the rest of the Square Inch World was desolate. Inside the stone house, there was nothing; it seemed that the Black-Clad Corpse had merely refined this object without making any further arrangements.
Mo Wen spent three days in the small world, setting it up primarily for farming. Though small, it was fully equipped. The small world had arranged various environments using Magic Circles. Mo Wen activated several Magic Circles as needed, expanded the stone house, and placed some items he deemed valuable inside. In the Lava Zone, he also built a simple shelter for Xiao Hei, mainly due to a lack of suitable materials. The remaining time was spent planting medicinal herbs he had gathered, and he positioned the Yin Yang Stone Cauldron in the yard in front of the stone house. When preparing to plant Shuang Sheng Lian, he hesitated between seeds and tubers but ultimately decided to plant the tubers for a better chance of success. After finishing with the medicinal herbs, he also cleared a patch to plant some spices.
Once all operations were completed and after checking the small world again to ensure everything was normal—though many areas remained barren—he planned to transplant any rare flowers or trees he encountered in the future.
A light portal appeared, and Mo Wen stepped out of the Square Inch World. He looked at the Square Inch World in his hand repeatedly; he no longer had to worry about where to spend the night. However, he quickly dismissed that thought. Using the Square Inch World required finding a safe place; if he could find safety, why would he need to enter? What if an ungrateful Demon Beast swallowed him whole? He wouldn't even have a place to cry.
After preparing a delicious meal and paying respects to the man in black, he expressed his gratitude at the grave. Sated with food and drink, Mo Wen sat by the Lava Pool and began his next task. As for the identity of the Black-Clad Corpse, he had speculated but deemed it no longer important. His clan had been wiped out—over a thousand people—and their guards were equipped with Square Inch Worlds; they must belong to a prominent clan. Once outside, he could inquire further. With his current strength, avenging his kin was impossible; now was not the time for action. In the future, when he gained strength, he would seek revenge.
Mo Wen rummaged through a pile of materials in search of suitable Refining Materials needed to forge some tools. Many of those tools he had previously made were lost or damaged along his journey; even two pickaxes were now broken. He had gathered plenty of Refining Materials from scraping together resources and obtained quite a bit from the Black-Clad Corpse as well. His collection differed from others; theirs had been refined and some stored in specialized spatial boxes, while his was unprocessed.
He chose to be selective because he felt it best to use up ordinary materials first since he had never tried them before and might fail. Even if those ordinary materials were wasted, he wouldn't mind as much. Moreover, materials were graded into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, with each level further divided into common, superior, fine, and exquisite grades.
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