“Isn't this expensive?” As Lynx locked eyes with the price tag, her expression was as deadpan as a cat's stare. 

After cautiously inquiring about the total amount, she couldn't help but let out a dramatic sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. 

It seemed like the product held all the features she had imagined, just like a picture of material in her mind.

"Tsk! I'll tell you one thing," Lynx clicked her tongue. "There's no easy way to get my hands on those freaky Battle Points. Let me just say, it's going to be some serious sweat and tears." 

She thought about the time she finally got her Battle Points after a grueling first trial success.

It might not be normal… adventure, but Lynx is ready to conquer any challenge that comes her way!

Unknown to everyone, Rarely does she display a hint of impassiveness on her face. Deep within the recesses of her heart, a tonnage of sadness still lingers from being an orphan and wrestling with conflicting emotions. 

The regret of taking lives, the shadow of Zenshin, is nowhere to be found.

Her only guilt is being born on this planet, especially when encountering a bunch of morons.

"Hoping! Next time the price you place for my items won't make my battle points run a marathon in my wallet," Lynx mutters a fake prayer to the person manning the shop's towering fortress.

She hastily snatches the Cloth fabric after begrudgingly forking over a hefty sum of Battle Points, donning a lackluster expression that's worth every Battle Point spent (or not).

Ah, the struggles of a Battle Point spender – a tale as old as time! 

The material in her hand is Iridescent color Type, upon her palms, Having no particular shape.

Ah, the wonders of Lynx's mind – where anything is possible, especially when it materializes based on her thoughts.

"Just ponder on the shape you desire in my...," Lynx theatrically paused, as her iridescent suit swiftly morphed into a sleek black full-body suit, complete with a pattern that was intricately formed.

Decked out in a costume that clung to her curves like a desperate limpet, Lynx strutted about, tweaking the fit with the finesse of a fashionista on a mission. 

The fabric danced around her body like an overenthusiastic puppy, ensuring both comfort and mobility, while coyly, a little room of a whisper of cleavage, as if to say, "Hey there, world, here's a peek, but not the whole enchilada!" 

And to top it all off, beneath it all, she sported a trusty pair of black undies, playing hide-and-seek with her main attraction like it was the world's sexiest game of peekaboo.

"... And voila! Your desired design will magically unveil itself in a swift way," she declared triumphantly, inspecting every inch of her appearance with a satisfied and slightly desperate gaze, As she changed her suit design within a second.

Who needs a fitting room when you've got Lynx's mind for fashion transformations! 

"If there's any need for improvement, it's hiding from me because clearly, nothing's wrong here," Lynx declared, puffing her chest out in all her arrogant glory, hands firmly planted on her hips. "The businesswoman suit doesn't just look beautiful and amazing — it ascends to divine levels of awesome the moment I slip into it."

"Not that I live to hate on the unfortunate fashion sense of strangers. It’s just that in my case, attitude, mindset, and maturity make the real style statement," she flaunted, scanning the room for an audience to dazzle with her boundless insights. 

Sadly, the only thing looking back was the echo of her own voice. It turns out Lynx was performing her high-fashion soliloquy to an audience of none. 

Accepting the glaring reality that her fashion show had no spectators, Lynx massaged her bridge of nose. "Well, time to strut my fabulous self towards the tower of storage,"

With the pivot of a runway model, Lynx turned on her heel and began her majestic stroll towards the storage tower, her invisible audience showering her with equally invisible applause. 

And so, with all the poise of a lone superstar, Lynx sashayed away, ready to overcome yet another day in her dazzling, if unseen, couture.

Lynx, with the agility of a caffeine-fueled squirrel, noticed that her destination was tantalizingly close. 

Not one to dawdle, she zipped across the distance like it was a Black Friday sale and she was after the last discounted giant flat-screen TV. 

Upon arrival, Lynx found herself face-to-face with what can only be described as a 'mansion-lite' – basically, a house that fancies itself a mansion solely because of its pretentiously tower-like center roof.

As she sauntered towards the entrance, Lynx couldn't help but gawk at the decor. 

The walls weren't just painted; they were a full-blown tribute to rainbows. 

Every single hue was represented, making it feel like she'd just crash-landed into a Skittles commercial. 

And the place was emptier than a politician's promises – not a stick of furniture in sight.

"Ah," thought Lynx, "The perfect spot for a game of indoor tag, if only I had someone to play with… or any furniture to dodge." 

[Introducing the Tower of Storage

An architect's amazement and the ultimate hoarder's dream come true, exclusively reserved for the crème de la crème of Realm Masters.]

[As for space, Imagine a place where you can stash away everything and anything - from your garden-variety knick-knacks to the more, shall we say, ‘unique’ acquisitions like random objects or even the odd corpse (because, why not?).] 

[The catch? It all stays as fresh as the day you stored it, making sure your collection of wizardly wonders and mystical memorabilia keep in mint condition for eons. But wait, there's more! The Tower of Storage isn't your regular run-of-the-mill storage unit.]

[Oh no, it's intricately linked directly to the Realm Master's very soul and mind, offering a level of personal convenience unmatched in the realm of supernatural storage solutions.]

[Simply put, from the comfort of your own realm - or frankly, anywhere that tickles your fancy - you can magically access your stored goods using nothing but your mind and soul.]

[Gone are the days of manual sorting and organizing. The Realm Master can effortlessly ‘toss’ items into this magical repository (literally or metaphysically speaking), and boom! Everything arranges itself neatly in one place, as if by magic (because, well, it is). It's the Marie Kondo of mystical towers - sparking joy without you having to lift a finger.]

A chuckle broke free from Lynx's lips, a rare sound akin to finding a unicorn at a discount store; the thought of future utilizations, benefits, and the undeniably comedic genius who conceptualized this realm brought a smirk to her face.

Surely, the architect of this domain had a day job in stand-up comedy alongside their realm-building gig.

"This realm is lavish and available... As of now," Lynx mused, her tone dripping with the kind of amusement one reserves for cat videos on the internet.

"Good! Good! It's finally time to bid adieu to the Realm of Trials. As for exploring other places... Eh, let's shelf that for another day when I'm not mentally exhausted from dodging metaphorical (and perhaps literal) bullets from the first trial," 

Lynx declared, her satisfaction melting away as if it was ice cream in the searing heat of reality, replaced by an all-too-familiar coldness.

It seemed that, alongside a collection of eclectic tools and what might be classified as 'interesting' conceptions within the realm, Lynx had also gathered some new perspectives.

—poof!

The moment of leaving tickled her brain, Lynx found herself whisked away, not unlike a piece of lint caught in a sudden gust, back to her previous location in another world. 

It was as seamless as accidentally stepping through a portal when you're just trying to find the bathroom in the middle of the night. 

"Ah, the wonders of interdimensional travel." she might have thought, "Convenient, yet never quite letting you prepare for the jarring welcome of your old reality." 

[A.N - Sorry guys, I'm not uploading daily because there is another novel I'm uploading on webnovel with name known as The goddess of destruction, A yuri, Secret organization, genre with Revenger and overpowered Mc! Check it if you are curious. Also on patreon, you can get 10 chapter in 7$ Membership of this novel. There is one low tier as well.]