Vincent entered the painting space and immediately discovered that the very first queen insect had died. It was jointly attacked by a few other queen insects that appeared later on, dragged out from its nest, and died a horrible death. It was precisely at the moment this insect queen died that the measure of the Source Form in Vincent’s brain increased. Vincent then brought his consciousness into the painting space and gradually discovered that the Source Form’s increase did not only occur when the insect queen died. In fact, every time a living thing died, the measure of the Source Form would increase subtly. He did notice that there was a great difference between an ordinary insect and an insect queen. As the changes were minimal for ordinary insects, Vincent had not noticed the difference before. It was only when the insect queen died, and the measure shot up, that this great difference caught his attention. The entire space in the painting became the playground of the insects.

Vincent hunched over his cluttered desk, the now-familiar hum of the silver hourglass thrumming beside him. Plans for the painting space sprawled across his notebook, a testament to weeks of tireless brainstorming. Vincent came up with plans for the future of the painting space based on his ideas. Since he had 1368 units of Source Form at his disposal, a number painstakingly accumulated through past experiments, Vincent yearned to craft a world more intricate than anything he'd attempted before. Vincent had decided to create a world with a bigger framework of rules, so that he would not need to keep changing and adjusting it in the future. Of course, that was merely the framework. Vincent would not be able to design a large-scale world for the time being even if he wanted to.Vincent had spent a long time thinking about it. He envisioned a robust framework, a Krynnspace world built upon multiple planes, a universe entirely separate from his own. Gone were the whimsical ideas of parall

Vincent looked at the space within the Scroll of Creation, his brow furrowed in surprise. He had never thought that the planes could be blown up like a balloon. Gone was the confined canvas he'd known before. Instead, a vast expanse stretched before him, a boundless plane that seemed to mimic a real world. It was so huge that Vincent could not even see the boundary of the plane. It seemed boundless; Vincent felt as though it was a real world. The implications were staggering. No longer was he limited by a tiny stage; he was now a sculptor with a celestial canvas. Vincent could feel a large amount of energy and matter welling within the plane. He could simply apply the rules and he would have been able to sculpt this world to how he wanted it to look like and create the world that he wanted. A thrill of exhilaration coursed through him. He could feel the raw energy and pulsating matter within the plane, a blank slate begging for his touch. This was the crucial step, the metam

Vincent steered his car along the winding roads that snaked through Shennongjia, Muyu Town, a nature enthusiast's paradise nestled amidst the verdant embrace of Hubei province, China. Though the tourist season hadn't quite peaked and it wasn’t the season for travelling, the town of Muyu bustled with a vibrant energy and various people from different walks of life. There were people distributing leaflets, as well as shops holding various events to attract customers. There were many performances at night as well. Billboards plastered across shops advertised enticing deals, costumed figures paraded through the streets, and the promise of nightly performances painted the town with an air of festivity. After enjoying himself, Vincent settled into a hotel and spent the night, soaking in the local charm, Vincent, with a determined glint in his eye, embarked on his true mission. He went up to the mountains the following day, venturing deep into the heart of Shennongjia. He had deliberately

The ink barely dried on the final contract before Vincent was thrust into the whirlwind of pet shop ownership. A flurry of paperwork, vendor negotiations, and permit approvals later, the "Cats and Dogs Pet Shop" proudly displayed its new name under Vincent's proprietorship. The previous owner, a kind soul, had even left behind Alice, a curly-haired prodigy with a knack for transforming scruffy pups and matted felines into canine and feline supermodels. Her expertise was a godsend for Vincent, a wide-eyed novice in the pet care industry.After signing the contract, settling the payments, and dealing with some documentation, the ownership of the pet shop had been transferred to Vincent. The documentation for the pet shop was rather simple and only ended up costing a few hundred yuan.Vincent started becoming busy after taking over the pet shop. He got a contractor to carry out some minor renovations for him, and just like that, the new Cats and Dogs Pet Shop was ready fo