My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Different Principle 2
Asher set the space bag down.

She noticed his fascination and slid into a nearby chair. “You’re thinking about the bag, aren’t you?”

He gave a small nod, leaning forward slightly, eyes never leaving the magic item.

“I mean, this thing is related to space, and I want to know more about it. It could give me some clue on how to escape the void.”

Her gaze softened slightly as she considered it—he wasn’t just asking for help; he was offering a chance for both of them to grow, to break free from this place.

Besides, she reasoned, his starting point wouldn’t be as hard. She had spent countless years, conducting experiments, testing theories, and failing over and over again.

At least he had the advantage of her knowledge, her mistakes, and her breakthroughs. The pieces were all there. They just had to put them together.

“Alright, I’ll tell you the general idea,” she began, tapping her fingers on the desk, considering how to explain.

“The bag uses a pocket dimension. It’s like a small, self-contained world inside, only it’s dependent on those magical formulas etched in the leather.”

Asher raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still unsure. “A pocket dimension… but how does it stay stable without collapsing or distorting everything around it?”

“Think about it,” she responded, her voice calm, but with a subtle hint of encouragement. She wanted him to find the answer himself, knowing it would help him in the long run.

His gaze dropped to the bag as he traced and observed the etched formulas. A few of the symbols clicked—they were part of the magic language Index had developed.

He recognized the symbols, their connections. After a moment, it clicked. Alteration and Conjuration magic.

Asher stepped back, his eyes wide with realization. “Don’t tell me… the space inside this thing is the same as the void?”

Index shook her head slowly. “Not quite right. The void is my inspiration for this, but I made some changes to the formula to replicate it on a smaller and more controlled scale.”

Asher frowned. “Did you use multiple elements and concepts to imitate the effect?”

He had some idea of how she pulled it off, but not to the point where he could recreate it himself.

“Close, and I think you would better understand it if you read through my research notes,” she said, reaching under the desk and pulling out a thick book titled The Element of Space.

He took the book from her and began flipping through the pages, starting with the first section. He was immediately struck by how detailed the explanations were.

The concepts were intricate, each page filled with diagrams, magical formulas, and in-depth descriptions of the forces at play. It was clear that she had poured a tremendous amount of time and effort into researching and refining this idea.

This experience was both inspiring and terrifying at the same time.

‘All this,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘And she is still stuck here.’

“Is it really impossible?” he asked.

Index didn’t respond immediately, giving him space to process the weight of what he was reading.

After a moment of silence, Index spoke quietly.

“As a magician, I don’t believe in ‘impossible.’ Not knowing the answer just means we need more knowledge. So, when you mentioned studying teleportation to escape, I’m open to it. You might bring a fresh perspective, and with both of us working on it, maybe it could really work.”

Asher looked up, surprised by her openness. He had expected more resistance, especially since she had been so consumed by her own research before.

“You really think it’s possible? Even with everything you have tried?”

“I do. There’s always a way forward if you’re willing to look at things from a new perspective. And I have a feeling that you will be able to figure something out. After all, you have a talent in turning things around.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” he said quietly, leaning in and kissing her forehead gently.

Just as the two exchanged a tacit understanding of what they would focus on next, Asher felt something move in his pocket.

His hand moved to his pocket, and to his excitement, the compass was finally moving after all these years.

“Hand it to me,” she hurriedly requested. “I can stir the house toward that direction.”

Asher didn’t hesitate. He passed the compass, feeling a mix of hope and uncertainty.

“No matter what happens, don’t disturb me,” she instructed.

With that, she closed her eyes, her focus reaching its peak as she entered Mind Zero, a state of complete concentration that indicated just how much effort was required to move the entire place in the void.

Just like that, minutes turned into hours.

Asher’s worries tightened like a knot in his chest, doubts creeping into his mind.

Was it working? Was this all just another failure waiting to happen?

Fortunately, after what felt like an eternity, Index opened her eyes.

“We’re here,” she said softly, a slight tension still in her voice.

“Let’s go,” Asher said, his voice steady with urgency. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

“Grab the space bag first,” she said. “You’ll need it.”

Asher nodded and quickly went over to where it was resting on a shelf, picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Index gestured toward various objects scattered around the room.

“Also, take some of these things. Just a few—trust me, you’ll need them.”

He didn’t ask why or what they would be used for. Instead, he simply started filling the bag with random items—tools, strange artifacts, and magical objects. He couldn’t tell what most of them were, but he trusted that she had her reasons.

Once the bag was packed, their sense of urgency took over, and they headed straight for the exit.

What greeted them as they stepped through was a floating island, suspended in the dark space like a piece of lost history. The island was in ruins, its once grand structures now slowly chipping away.

His eyes scanned the island, taking in the strange, unfamiliar architecture. It was beautiful in its own way, but there was an eerie stillness to the place, as if it hadn’t seen life for centuries.

Index, standing beside him, didn’t seem surprised.

“This is one of the floating ruins I told you about. Normally, I would collect items here, but we don’t have time for that. Let’s check the surroundings, and we might find a clue on how it was transported here,” she explained.

“Got it, let’s not waste time,” Asher spoke up with determination. Without another word, he propelled himself forward, flying toward the nearest footing he could land on.

Behind him, Index remained standing.

She closed her eyes, muttering an incantation as she anchored the house using giant purple chains, ensuring that they would be able to return if needed.

THUD!

Asher was the first to land, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, his sense of direction completely vanished, causing him to stumble and kneel.

The world around him felt disorienting, nothing like the stable environment inside the house.

But he didn’t panic. He had read about this and came prepared.