Chapter 71: Edward's Dimensional Man Cave
Edward sprawled across his bed in a star shape, eyes glazed as he stared at the ceiling.
Bored. Empty. A little exhausted.
With a thought, the familiar blue interface materialized before him.
His gaze swept across the long list of abilities and items, finally settling on the credits section.
Credits: 50,999
Just over fifty thousand—not too much, not too little.
He'd been hoarding credits for emergencies, saving them for a rainy day to deal with whatever supernatural bullshit came his way next.
But tonight, he felt the urge to blow some cash.
Maybe it was watching Lily and the others casually demolish Pennywise that made him realize he was being too paranoid.
Or maybe he just had an itch to gamble.
"Alright, let's do this," Edward muttered, sitting up with the solemn expression of a man about to make terrible financial decisions.
"Ten-pull. Let's see what kind of crap the RNG gods give me today."
Confirm Basic Pull: 1,000 Credits
Edward didn't hesitate. He hit confirm.
The credits instantly dropped by 1,000, and a massive virtual prize wheel appeared on the panel, spinning with theatrical flair.
The wheel divided into countless tiny sections, icons flashing too fast to identify. Colorful lights strobed across his room like a cheap carnival game.
"Let's go!"
The wheel's pointer began spinning wildly, humming as it blurred into motion.
A few seconds later, it slowed, clicking audibly as it passed each section.
Edward's heart rate picked up despite himself.
Even for a basic pull, there was always the chance of getting something useful. The lottery dream was real.
The pointer finally stopped on one item after another as the system notifications rolled in.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Ghost-Sight Eye Drops x1
Item Description: One drop guarantees you'll see every "friend" you normally can't for twelve hours. Side effect: May cause severe eye irritation.
Edward grimaced. Useless. He couldn't not see ghosts at this point even if he wanted to.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Full-Length Mirror x1
Item Description: A well-crafted full-length mirror. Besides reflecting people, it doesn't seem to have any other use. But perhaps... it's waiting for a suitable 'resident'?
That description reminded him of Alan. He mentally filed it away.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Vintage Radio x1
Item Description: An old-fashioned radio that occasionally picks up strange signals from 'other places.'
Another cursed object. Great. Just what he needed.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Replica Mjolnir x1
Item Description: A detailed replica of Thor's legendary hammer! Note: Does not grant the power of thunder. Does grant the power to look ridiculous carrying it around.
Edward's eye twitched. He imagined himself in sweatpants, hauling a fake Norse hammer down the street. Hard pass.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: A Set of Thigh-High Stockings (Black, White, Red)
Item Description: Ultimate temptation, silky smooth. Whether worn yourself or given to others, significantly enhances charm.
"...System, what the hell?" Edward muttered. This was getting weird.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Fresh Donuts x5
Item Description: Freshly glazed carb bombs, warm and fragrant. Even spirits say they're delicious and want seconds.
Edward stared at the five perfectly glazed donuts that materialized in his inventory.
Ghost bait? Was that the play here?
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Blessed Garlic Bulbs x10
Item Description: Premium garlic with mild repellent effects on certain vampire types. More often used to ruin your date's evening.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Tactical Crossbow x1
Item Description: A well-crafted modern crossbow with ten bolts included. Silent. Deadly. Perfect for home defense and hunting trips.
Finally, something practical.
DING! Congratulations! You have obtained: Box of Cup Noodles
Item Description: Classic instant ramen. Just add hot water! Contains a sodium packet that could probably preserve a corpse. The question is: are you desperate enough to eat it?
Edward's face darkened. He felt personally attacked.
Just as he thought this garbage lottery was over, the final notification burst forth in brilliant golden light!
DING! CONGRATULATIONS! You have obtained: Special Space - Devil's Office!
Item Description: An independent dimensional space exclusive to you. Those who need it can see its 'door,' and you, as the owner, can enter from anywhere by opening any door. Once inside, you can exit through any door to wherever you wish to go.
Edward froze.
The previous nine prizes combined couldn't touch this.
An independent dimensional space?
A portable base? A mobile fortress?
His heart hammered against his ribs.
"Devil's Office..." he whispered, reading the description again carefully.
"Enter from anywhere... exit to wherever I want..."
His eyes locked on his bedroom door.
He threw off the covers and crossed the room barefoot, the cold floor shocking him fully alert.
He gripped the doorknob, cool metal against his palm.
Think 'office,' he told himself.
He turned the knob and yanked the door open.
The familiar hallway vanished.
Instead, a vast, boundless void stretched before him. The entire space shimmered in chaotic gray—no sky, no ground, just infinite emptiness.
Edward stood at the threshold like he was on a cliff's edge, staring in awe.
"This is... the Devil's Office?"
It was completely empty. Not even a floor.
He tentatively stepped forward, and immediately solid ground materialized beneath his feet—dark metal with a subtle sheen.
An idea struck him.
"This place needs a desk. Can't call it an office without one."
Instantly, light converged in the void ahead. A massive, vintage oak desk materialized from nothing, complete with a classic green banker's lamp.
Edward's eyes widened.
"Holy shit."
He rushed to the desk, running his hands over the surface. Cold. Solid. Definitely real.
He understood.
This space manifested whatever he imagined.
"I love this!"
Pure euphoria surged through him. Edward felt like a kid given infinite Lego bricks and told to build whatever he wanted.
He began pacing the empty space like an interior designer, rapidly blueprinting his secret base.
"Furniture and decor... let's see how to set this up."
He stroked his chin, stopping at a strategic point facing the entrance.
"Desk goes directly opposite the door."
The oak desk instantly relocated to his designated spot. The vintage radio appeared on top.
"Perfect. To the left, I need a trophy display case."
A massive glass cabinet materialized in response.
"Can't have an empty case."
He concentrated, and the cabinet filled with his collected artifacts: the Joker Art bottle, Freddy's razor-fingered glove, Jason's iconic hockey mask, a bloodstained boning knife, Michael Myers' pale mask, and other sinister souvenirs from supernatural encounters he'd survived.
Edward nodded with satisfaction. These were troubles he'd "dealt with"—now they were trophies.
"The mirror goes next to the cabinet."
The full-length mirror appeared beside the display case, its surface reflecting the swirling gray void.
"Middle area needs a comfortable lounge setup. Something you can gather around for poker night."
A massive black leather sectional sofa and matching glass coffee table instantly formed, smelling of fresh upholstery.
"Right side needs entertainment. A regulation pool table and a jukebox. Classic American style."
A pool table materialized complete with cues and chalk, alongside a vintage Wurlitzer jukebox glowing with neon lights.
Edward was addicted now, feeling like the god of his own pocket universe.
"And weapons!"
He turned toward the vast space behind his desk.
"Back wall needs a full armory."
A metal weapon rack rose from the floor, extending upward into the void—covered with slots, hooks, and display mounts.
With a thought, Ebony and Ivory materialized from his inventory, followed by the tactical crossbow, and even the ridiculous Mjolnir replica. Each found its designated place on the rack.
The office took shape in minutes.
A professional workspace. A comfortable lounge area. A weapon display radiating controlled violence. An entertainment section for downtime.
This was the ultimate man cave—a private club belonging only to him.
Edward walked to the Wurlitzer and pressed a random button. "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival echoed through the dimensional space.
He crossed to his desk and dropped into the ergonomic leather boss chair that had also appeared, propping his feet up.
He surveyed everything he'd "created"—the grotesque masks in the trophy case, the deadly tools on the weapon rack, the pool table ready for a game whenever he wanted.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and security filled him.
This was his territory. His sanctuary.
Edward leaned back, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
"Damn. This is perfect."
He decided to name his office "Devil May Cry."
Now he just needed to figure out if he could get a minibar installed.
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