Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

Aren't I afraid that you would suddenly take out that thing?

Levi thought to himself, turned around helplessly, and prepared a row of milk in his backpack.

The ring is like a beacon, so be careful.

Small experiments on the Supreme Ring soon began.

The first step is magma.

"Bilbo, do you see that lava?"

"I saw it, but what does 'ge' mean?"

"It's the unit of length I'm used to. It's almost equivalent to the distance of one adult human step."

"I understand, what should I do next?"

Bilbo took out the ring and looked up at Levi.

The ring was shining brightly next to the magma, as if it was trying its best to spread its presence.

"Throw it in."

"ah?"

"Throw it away, Bilbo. If it's gone I'll snatch it for you... and I'll find you a new one."

"All right."

Ignoring the struggling One Ring, Bilbo threw it into the lava as soon as he closed his eyes.

There was no expected sound of items being burned.

Not only was the Supreme Ring not destroyed, but it floated up, as if it was protected by some force, and no change was seen for a long time.

Levi put the lava away in a bucket, and Bilbo picked up the ring inside.

After being soaked in the hot magma for so long, it was still cold.

"Follow me."

After a while, the two of them arrived near the gate of hell again.

Levi looked left, right, and up to the sky to make sure there was nothing unusual, and then said to Bilbo:

"Try throwing the ring through this door."

"Is this some kind of magic door? I'm really curious about its function."

As he said this, Bilbo didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand and threw the ring into the portal.

As a result, the ring went directly through it and fell to the ground, as if the hell portal did not exist.

"OK."

Levi took out a small box and said, "Bilbo, put it in it."

Then, pick up the box and start experimenting.

Can't fit in a backpack.

Can't fit into the box.

Cannot be brought into the portal.

All methods of storing dead objects are ineffective against it.

In other words, this thing seems to be...a living thing by definition?

It can be transported, but it cannot be standardized.

"It's okay, take it away."

It seems that some things can be destroyed without being destroyed.

After all, if you really do that, it would be equivalent to suddenly interrupting a piece of music that is being played, bringing all the orderly development to an abrupt end. There will be no follow-up and no ending, and it will end so abruptly.

——Commonly known as bad ending.

This behavior really should be stopped.

After finishing these experiments, which seemed somewhat inexplicable to Bilbo, Bilbo did not go back immediately, but stayed here for a few days.

"Sometimes I really can't tell the difference between here and Rivendell."

Standing high up and looking at the entire territory, Bilbo sighed.

"Except for the lack of natural scenery, everything here is no worse than the valley, even the people. They look very happy."

"You can always live here if you want."

Facing Levi's invitation, Bilbo hesitated.

There was an elf lord in Rivendell who said the same thing.

After a moment, he nodded and said:

"Thank you, but I think my Bag End is also very good. If you have nothing to do, you can come to my house and stay as long as you want. Just go in directly when you come. No need to knock on the door. I will take care of the refreshments."

"Then you have to be careful that your refreshments are not enough."

"As much as you can eat, if you can handle it."

Bilbo replied, raised his head to look at the weather, and said: "It's time too."

"It's time for me to go back, Levi."

"It must be very cold in Bag End now. I must go home and light the fire."

"Okay, I'll go with you. Don't forget that you also saved a set of golden apples with me - a set means 64. I guessed you would want to ask this."

Bilbo choked back his words.

The two of them left the city together that day and headed for the Shire in a leisurely manner, as leisurely as a hike.

Until the third day after leaving the roadside fort.

A grain of snow fell.

This time, it’s really winter.

When we walked to Bilbo's house, there was already a lot of snow on the ground. The snow accumulated in the yard without a trace.

"The good news is no one came to my house while I was away this time."

"The bad news is it's probably no warmer inside than it is outside right now."

It took a while before Bilbo lit the fire at home, adding a touch of warmth to the house.

After stacking the golden apples in Bilbo's storage room, Levi asked Bilbo for the direction of the Sackville family, and then walked straight over, intending to visit the restless hobbit family.

Out of worry - mainly worried about the Sackvilles, Bilbo hurriedly followed.

Dang Dang Dang.

As the knock on the door rang, there was a burst of movement in the house. A voice came from far away and gradually approached the door.

"Who? If it's a guest, then you came at the wrong time. We are not ready to receive it..."

Crunch.

The door opened and the words stopped abruptly.

"Bilbo?"

The hobbit who opened the door frowned.

"Why are you still here? Let me tell you, we have returned all your things and left absolutely nothing behind. If you lose anything, don't come to us!"

"No, no, no, it's not me who's looking for you, Otho Sackville."

Bilbo pointed helplessly to the side.

"My friend."

"Hello."

"Human? What do you want--"

Otho's voice suddenly stopped the moment he raised his head.

Have I heard this outfit somewhere before?

Was it in a tavern or a farm?

"You may not know me very well."

As he spoke, Levi forced the door open and bent over to squeeze in. The noise startled Lobelia (Otho's wife) in the house, causing her to come out vigilantly with a frying pan.

"Uninvited guests are not welcome here!"

She said viciously.

"Yes, yes, of course it's not good, then I'll introduce myself."

Bilbo stretched out his hand to say something, but was pushed back by Levi.

"I am an adventurer, and I would introduce myself to ordinary people like this."

Levi walked forward slowly step by step, his tall figure and dark armor were quite oppressive, forcing Osso and his wife to retreat.

He continued:

"But if you want to know more, I can be the nemesis of Orcs, the slayer of wargs, the enemy of Orcs and Mordor in the Misty Mountains, the ally of elves and dwarves, the dragon slayer, the lord and guardian of Roadside Castle and River City-"

"My name is Levi."

Levi suddenly said with a smile.

At this moment, Osso and his wife had been forced into the corner of the house, shaking like sifting bran.

In this short introduction, every time Levi said a title of his own, their spirits weakened a little, and their courage also decreased a little, until the end, when Levi finished speaking, they seemed to be under a spell, standing there and not daring to move.

No one would doubt that as long as Levi took another step forward, they would cry in the next second.

"Relax, I won't do anything to you."

Levi said softly:

"I just heard that you not only tried to occupy my friend's house, but also planned to auction the gift I gave him."

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Oso's heart skipped a beat, and one of them couldn't hold back tears.

It's over.

He is in cahoots with Bilbo!