The workshop floor split apart, forming countless tiny black cubes that spread around like waves.
Li Ang, who had been crouching, stood up and looked around.
All four walls of the Magic Box were retreating, while the ceiling rose upwards. The lights inside the workshop flickered, dust rained down continuously, and in the corners, scorching hot lava, red as fire, even began to gush out.
Chaichai clutched her owner's hand, feeling a bit anxious and ready to bolt from the workshop, which seemed on the verge of exploding.
Li Ang patted Chaichai's palm reassuringly and continued to calmly observe everything happening inside the Magic Box.
After a long moment, the shaking stopped, and the System's upgrade completion notification sounded in his ear.
