With this discovery, a new question arose: now there was no problem collecting things, but what was the maximum range? Even the farthest spot in his own room posed no issue. If there were no limit, wouldn’t that mean he could casually collect things from America into his ring space?

He knew this idea was ridiculous—there must be a limit. Either it was restricted to what he could see, or there was a certain distance cap. But it was getting late, and it wasn’t convenient to sneak out and experiment right now.

Having grasped the basic function of the ring, Brian Carter now wondered how to make use of it. In novels, when the protagonist acquires something good or gains a superpower, they can both make money and attract girls. Could he use this ring to achieve those things that were once just fantasies?

The first method Brian Carter thought of was that stealing things would be incredibly easy. Even the world’s greatest thief probably couldn’t match his skills. A master thief still had to use their hands, but he only needed a thought.

But Brian Carter immediately dismissed this idea. Not long ago, he’d seen a middle-aged woman wailing after her wallet was stolen. That was the money she needed to treat her child’s illness. The thief may have only stolen money, but could have also stolen the child’s life. Petty theft might seem minor, but the consequences could be extremely serious.

Despite his somewhat cynical attitude due to his parents’ divorce, Brian Carter still had his own bottom line when it came to principles.

But then, how could this ring be used to make money? Brian Carter felt that in all the novels he’d read, there never seemed to be a deeper explanation for this kind of thing. It was basically just used for storage, like a warehouse. Besides, those with storage rings in the stories all knew immortal arts—once you had those supreme powers, there was no need to study what else the ring could do.

For him, a warehouse didn’t seem all that useful. Should he advertise warehouse rentals? That was clearly unrealistic. Without a specific location, who would trust him to keep their things safe? Even if someone did, how much money could he make? It would be a waste of such a treasure.

After thinking it over, Brian Carter really couldn’t figure out how to use this thing to make money. In the end, he decided to stop thinking about it for now—practice brings true knowledge. Imagining things out of thin air wouldn’t help him find a suitable use for the ring. Besides, he still needed to explore its functions. But he was certain of one thing: as long as he had this storage ring, he was no longer the same Brian Carter as before!

Chapter 4: The Girl Next Door

“Dongzi, get up! If you don’t, you’ll be late for school.”

Brian Carter groggily opened his eyes and saw his mother placing his clothes at the head of the bed, saying as she did, “I forgot to tell you last night—I have to go on a business trip for a week. Here’s two hundred yuan. Buy whatever you want to eat, but don’t waste it. And don’t keep going to internet cafes—read more books, okay?”

“Ah! You’re going on a business trip again?” Brian Carter sat up with a bitter face. When his parents weren’t divorced, it was fine—if his mom was away, his dad would cook. Now, when his mom was away, he was alone at home, and even eating became a problem.

“Mom doesn’t want to go either, but that’s just how my job is. I have to travel. Good boy, you’re grown up now—you should be able to take care of yourself.”

“Alright, alright. Worst case, I’ll just go to Uncle Ruan’s house for meals.”

“You child, do it yourself if you can. Don’t always trouble others.” With that, she hurried out.

“Okay, got it.” Brian Carter replied, quickly got up, and dressed. But while washing his face and brushing his teeth, he saw the ring on his hand and immediately remembered what happened yesterday. His mother’s urging had made him forget for a moment.

“Was it all just a dream?” Brian Carter looked at his toothbrush and cup with some anxiety. With a thought, the cup and toothbrush disappeared. Another thought, and they reappeared in his hand. This instantly put Brian Carter at ease, and a smile spread across his face.

While eating breakfast, his mother Grace Bennett kept reminding Brian Carter of things. She worked at a large company and actually had a decent salary. When Brian Carter’s father was still around, life was pretty good. But after the divorce, she had to pay the mortgage on this house by herself, so things got a bit tighter. To earn more, she worked even harder, and business trips became routine.

There was a knock at the door. Grace Bennett quickly went to open it. As soon as the door opened, a crisp voice sounded at the entrance: “Good morning, Auntie!”