My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 854

Chapter 854: Chapter 854 The Territory Pack’s Origin

After Kisha finished placing restrictions around the cultivation room, she added several cautionary rules to maintain order. One of the most important: no fighting inside the cultivation room. Any disturbance during meditation or cultivation could damage someone’s meridians, something she wouldn’t tolerate.

To enforce this, she implemented a punishment system. Anyone who dared to start a fight would be struck by lightning, an immediate consequence that Kisha considered an ingenious way to deter troublemakers and ensure everyone respected the rules.

While most of the base’s residents were good people, Kisha understood human nature. When personal interests were threatened or when someone felt shortchanged, even the most reasonable individuals could turn disruptive. She put these restrictions in place as a preventive measure.

She also banned loud noises. If anyone shouted and disrupted the room’s atmosphere, they too would be punished with a lightning strike and a mute status for the rest of the day.

All of this was possible thanks to her Territory Pack’s upgraded interface, now at level two. The upgrade gave her access to more restriction options, penalties, and environmental controls, making it easier to enforce her will within her space. In Kisha’s eyes, securing this Territory Space had been an absolute bargain.

What Kisha didn’t know was that the original owner of the Territory Space, its current one before Kisha, was living in silent horror. The space had been a parting gift from her beloved master, who had poured his lifetime of cultivation into creating that dimension. It was his legacy, his final offering before he ascended to Nirvana.

But in a moment of drunken impulse, she had lost it. _{free\we,bnovel.c o(m)}

One fateful night, lured by a traveling merchant who presented her with an item that clearly did not belong to their world, she was captivated. Possessing little of value, she hastily offered her most prized possessions, including the Territory Space itself, as collateral to obtain the mysterious object. The next day, the merchant had vanished without a trace... and so had her master’s inheritance.

What she had traded away wasn’t just a cultivation treasure; it was her only connection with her master, her guiding light, and her only chance of ascending to Nirvana, the realm of the Gods and Goddesses.

The Territory Space was meant to be her sanctuary, a hidden world where she could quietly nurture spiritual herbs and raise rare spiritual beasts, far from prying eyes. It was designed to help her grow stronger in silence, without drawing attention from the power-hungry cultivators around her.

In the brutal world of Murim, a lone talent without a powerful clan’s protection was nothing more than prey. Those who feared being overshadowed would often strike first, eliminating potential threats before they had a chance to rise. Her master had known this all too well, and out of deep love, like a father doting on his daughter, he had entrusted her with the Territory Space to shield her from such dangers.

But now... she had lost it. A priceless gift, her future, and her master’s final wish, all gone in a moment of drunken impulse and fleeting desire.

Now, stripped of that path, she was left desperate. Ever since, she had been scouring the world in a frenzied search for the traveling merchant, like a woman possessed, consumed by regret.

"Fuck! What should I do?!" the girl shouted, tugging at her hair in frustration as she paced back and forth inside her room at the inn. "Master said that dimensional territory was a growth-type! Ahh!"

She had already scoured multiple towns and cities, chasing the faintest rumors, hoping to stumble upon the traveling merchant, but no one had seen her. No one even knew who she was talking about. It felt like she was chasing a ghost. She was already at her wits’ end.

"With that dimensional territory, I could cultivate and train ten times faster than other cultivators..." she muttered bitterly. "It’s why they called me a genius, a prodigy. But without it? Even if I work harder than anyone else, I won’t be able to keep up. The difference in my speed will be obvious. They’ll know something’s wrong..."

Simple, because that traveling merchant was no ordinary being. She was a Constellation. The Goddess of Wealth and Destiny.

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