Why is everything so, small? He couldn’t help but think to himself, noticing everything throughout the cabin was almost certainly smaller than it should be. The bookshelves looked as if they would only come up to his chest. The table and chairs sat slightly lower to the floor, and the windows had been set lower in the walls than what he was normally used to.


    So, this is really all part of the testing? The situation was growing more disorienting by the minute.


    you need to be ready for them. Sit, please. And we can talk.”


    The stew did all of this?


    felt his body for the first time. It felt as if his body flowed like water, responding to his actions like a hound eager to please its master.


    Cultivation? Tommy thought to himself. He actually was familiar with the term. Stories of humans that could cultivate their bodies into immortal beings...in other words, myths and legends. Tommy actually rather enjoyed reading such novels, but being sucked into a world where it was real? I guess it’s not the craziest thing I’ve heard so far, he thought to himself.


    Fleya must be getting irritated by now, he thought to himself. The thought didn’t bring him any comfort.


    Unless, he took this seriously and got stronger.