Pocket Hunting Dimension (WN) - Chapter 1247: Where’s The Portal To The Next Map?

Watts is just your average 21-year-old, hustling to make a living in a world that seems to grow harsher by the day. By daylight, he works in the bustling chaos of the airport, hefting heavy luggage for passengers who barely notice him.By night, he trades punches as a kickboxer, channeling his frustrations into the ring. Life isn’t easy, but it’s his, and he’s making it work.Until the day everything changes.Watts wakes up one morning lying in a pool of his own blood on the cold floor of the airport’s luggage room, his mind blank about what happened.Was it an accident? An attack? He has no answers—just a splitting headache and a world turned upside down. Because when he comes to, Watts discovers something unbelievable: he can create anything. Anything.Money, cars, weapons of unimaginable destruction. Galaxies, black holes, entire realities. All at the tips of his fingers. The possibilities are limitless, but so are the dangers.As Watts begins to explore the boundaries of his newfound power, he stumbles upon secrets buried deep within the world—secrets no one was meant to uncover.Now, with his life spiraling into the unknown, Watts is faced with a choice: use his powers to better the world or risk losing himself entirely. But the deeper he delves into his abilities, the more he realizes the price of wielding such power might be more than he’s willing to pay.Dive into Watts' Creation and follow his journey as he unravels the mysteries of his new reality, challenges forces beyond comprehension, and wrestles with the ultimate question: what would you do if you could create… everything

“Ride this, my beloved consort!” Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, “I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!”

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn’t help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire.

Firstly, what in the world is the “Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis” spell? And don’t even get me started on the “Osteoporosis” spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like “Blood Burn,” “Gradual Freeze,” and “Mental Chaos.” Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities?

Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield “Doomstorm” and “Ice Age,” swordsmen boast “Sword Rain: Homecoming” and “Wind-Cutter Slash,” while archers showcase “Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars” and “Storm Arrow.” Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named “Cancer Cell Proliferation,” “T-Virus Infection,” and “Rabies Outbreak.”

In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, “Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!”

Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, “Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don’t know!”

Even a boss character confesses, “Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!”

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.