The Space Spoon novel Chapter 36

The harvest season was over, and Steffen needed a well-deserved break. He rubbed his aching back, wanting more than just fresh air. He slumped into the leafy grass and settled his head on his forearms. Fluffy white clouds hovered above him.

The festival was about to begin, crowning the end of the peasants' labor. The musicians had already tuned their bagpipes. Oh, how much he loved this time of the year. Good that time passed faster in his world, and the festival took place four times a year. Well, five times this year. He had managed to reset the world timer after he missed the first instance while saving that Valerian.

“Hmm, weird,” he muttered under his breath, watching the clouds moving in an algorithmic, unknown pattern.

The fluffy cotton on the sky rearranged, forming letters. ‘The drones are repairing the air support system.’

Steffen’s golden eyes glittered in the sun as the clouds moved again. ‘Open the door to avoid suffocation.’

He sprang to his feet and made his way toward the festival grounds. The sky became darker. The golden eyes glistened with irritation as he looked up. The white clouds had now become a dark grey color, producing a new message. 'Don't ignore me. It's me, E00.'

“Fuck off and stay away from my world,” Jackeye shouted, pointing his index finger toward the sky. “I should be fine for an hour or so, meaning about four to eight hours in here. More than enough to enjoy the festivities.”

The sunlight shone brightly through the scattering clouds and into the meadow, over the blooming wildflowers. The stalls with fresh fruits and vegetables dotted the far edge of the forest. Fun activities awaited for Steffen’s amusement. Where else could one savor baked apples as a reward for winning the archery contest?

After this was over, he should go and get some action. Maybe a quest somewhere in the far edges of the Hanged Forest or inside the caves of the Looming Mountain. The possibilities were endless if no one bothered him.

In his new quest, Steffen intended to develop his hunting abilities. He smiled, enjoying the prospect of getting an early start. When he whistled, a thick letter glove materialized onto his left hand. A slender falcon flapped its pointed wings and glided in the air before landing on the mitten.

Steffen chuckled, looking at the bird. “I’ll name you Shoim. I don’t really know how things work, so here comes my first command. Go fetch me something to roast.”

The falcon took off and Jackeye followed it as the bird glided near the cotton candy white clouds. His gaze lowered and unwillingly lingered on the woman in front of him. Her black, tight dress perfectly showed her curvy shapes. Even an uninterested man like Steffen couldn’t remain unphased at such an arousing sight.

Her honey-blond hair slid within her deep cleavage, just between the two bountiful mounds. Steffen looked up and caught a glimpse of her full, red lips as she giggled. The exquisite view could cause immediate brain death to a man, but for Steffen, the important thing was how this woman entered his construct.

"You seem to like me. It's in your eyes, I can tell." Her voice sounded even more alluring than the scenery, which was an impossible thing to believe, yet the sugar-coated words stroked his ears. "Well, I like you as well." She chuckled once more. "We should be friends. Friends pay each other visits. I'm going to pay you a visit."

If that were conceivable, Steffen would have thought he had been transported to a realm of myths and legends, a place where impossible entities might entice competent and intelligent men into their fate. She wasn't a peasant, for sure. He would have picked up on her by now. He also lacked the creativity to envision her.