Chapter 7: Back to the Other World
“Big Brother!” Gray dashed inside like a gust of wind.
Chu Feng looked at Gray’s agile movements with a bit of envy.
He had always thought he was in decent shape, but ever since coming here, he had to admit—his body was absolute trash.
Illya was one thing—he was an awakened ability user, and his power was mist-related.
It was an incredible ability—Illya could use the mist to obscure his body, essentially becoming invisible. He could even rise into the air using the mist, which was how he brought Chu Feng up to the treehouse. At the time, Chu Feng had thought it was some kind of light-foot technique.
Gray had been attracted by the flashlight’s beam. With night already fallen, the light coming from the hut had startled him.
When Gray saw Chu Feng, he got very excited. “You’re back!”
Seeing how thrilled Gray was, Chu Feng was a little flattered.
Wow, Chu Feng thought, he’s actually happy to see me. Maybe I’m not as annoying as I thought?
After Chu Feng disappeared, Illya had briefly suspected he had been faking weakness to escape.
But Gray had sworn up and down that he had been watching Chu Feng the whole time, and that he never left the treehouse. Then, he had just… vanished, like he’d disappeared into thin air.
Illya had been seriously considering moving to a new location, worried that Chu Feng might have brought other human hunters after them.
Gray looked at the suitcase with excitement. “Did you bring food?”
He had been dreaming of the barbecue Chu Feng brought last time.
Gray opened the suitcase, grabbed the salt container, and dumped some into his mouth—only to be instantly overwhelmed by the salty taste. “Salt! Salt! Salt…”
Gray had moved so fast, Chu Feng didn’t even have time to stop him.
“This is salt? Isn’t it sugar?” Illya asked.
Chu Feng, who had only studied the local language for three days and barely learned the basics, didn’t understand what the two were saying. But he could tell they were both excited.
The salt Illya usually used came from salt stones, which were gray, full of impurities, and had a bitter taste.
What Chu Feng brought was refined table salt, which Illya mistook for the sugar only nobles could afford.
Illya pointed excitedly at the salt container, saying something rapidly. Chu Feng understood from his tone and expression that he probably wanted salt.
Chu Feng had packed based on a survival checklist he found online. He didn’t bring a lot of salt, but as a seasoning, that one bottle should last a while.
He roughly got what the two brothers meant and gestured wildly, indicating he’d bring more next time.
Chu Feng was a bit puzzled. There are only two of them—how much salt can they even eat? Why do they want so much?
He took out the paper and pen he’d brought and put the other items aside, showing he wanted to continue learning the language.
Chu Feng planned to become a traveling merchant. And to be one, he needed to be able to communicate with the locals.
Illya sat down to teach Chu Feng while signaling Gray to leave.
Gray, however, was fascinated by the suitcase full of odd things and refused to budge. He just plopped down cross-legged in the hut.
The little hut now held three people, and it was a bit crowded.
Chu Feng focused on learning from Illya. The language of this world was a bit tricky—he felt like he was learning English all over again.
Illya stared in amazement at the paper and pen in Chu Feng’s hands.
In this world, most commoners were illiterate. Paper and pens were luxury items. Illya had seen nobles use feather quills before, but he could already tell Chu Feng’s pen was way more practical.
Gray kept messing around on the side. Worried he’d break something, Chu Feng handed him a whistle, blew it once, and gave it to him.
According to the internet, whistles could be used for signaling or calling for help, and they were cheap—just one yuan each. Chu Feng had brought several, all in different colors.
Gray took the whistle excitedly and started playing with it, while Illya also looked very interested.
“What’s this?” Gray asked, picking up a lighter.
Chu Feng sighed, thinking, This kid is so curious. How do I keep him busy?
He took the lighter and flicked it on—a small flame burst forth.
Gray’s eyes went wide with amazement. “Ahh!” he cried in surprise.
He normally lit fires with flint stones, which worked okay in good weather, but were a pain in the rain. Now that he understood the lighter’s value, he grabbed one and refused to let go.
“What’s this?” Gray asked again.
“My weapon.”
Gray picked up the stun baton, swung it around a couple of times, then tossed it aside, quickly losing interest.
Chu Feng glared at him, feeling annoyed. This kid has no idea—that’s my life-saving tool! And here he is, tossing it like garbage.
“What’s this?” Gray asked, picking up a chocolate bar.
“Food.”
Upon hearing that, Gray tore it open eagerly. But when he saw the chocolate inside, he hesitated. “It looks like dirt…”
Chu Feng broke off a piece and ate it himself.
With that demonstration, Gray curiously tried a bite—and his eyes lit up with awe.
Chu Feng grabbed a few more pieces and handed them over. Gray immediately snatched a handful and ran off.
Chu Feng’s face darkened. Outrageous! That brat is getting addicted to robbing me!
When Chu Feng turned back, he saw Illya tilting his head, curiously staring at the chocolate in his hand. “You want one too?”
Illya said nothing, but Chu Feng kindly pushed the entire box toward him. Illya didn’t hold back—he took a piece and began eating.
