Pocket Dimension Novels & Stories

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The object was a sphere, about the size of his head, made of a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It pulsed with a faint inner glow, matching the rhythm of the symbols. As he drew closer, he could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a powerful force that seemed to draw him in.

This time, he would be ready. After breakfast, he checked his pocket dimension. To his delight, the meat, fruit, and vegetables he had left there overnight remained unchanged. Meat was hard to judge in just a day, but fruit and vegetables usually spoiled quickly. Inside the pocket dimension, they looked as fresh as if he had bought them yesterday. "My pocket dimension exists outside this world. Maybe time works differently there. It could move slower or even stand still. Incredible. This means I can store anything I want without a single worry," he murmured.

(Director Bar) “...I see..is this small dimensional pockets poses threat to us in any way shape or form?..” “There’s a threat..but not so much..the pockets is small…but from that pockets…and Underworld Monster or demons will keep appearing….the monster that emerge from the pockets were only at Tier 3 and bellow…after our observations…tier 3 and above cannot passed through eh pockets..at all…therefore I am suggesting that we keep our controlled on this smalls pockets…and benefits from them…”. (Director Bar)

He barely glanced at him. 'I had figured they'll pull a trick like that so I prepared in advance with my expansion flapped pocket.' Ethan still looked confused. 'I still don't get it.' Andrew looked at him, a bored expression on his face. 'I don't care if you get it or not but it's a device I made that has the likeness of a normal sized pocket and camoflage, so when it is attached to real clothing, it takes on the pattern of the cloth and seems like a real pocket. It's undetectable,' Andrew finished.

’ I thought to myself and looked over the next. I tapped on [Pocket Dimension]. At Level 1, the space was roughly the size of a small, isolated cabin where goods could be stored indefinitely without spoiling. It noted that the space was fully upgradable through system quests. ​I sighed, rubbing my temples. The system had given me incredibly valuable resources, but how was I supposed to use them right now? Was I supposed to use my foresight to predict winning lottery tickets or casino games just to get enough quick cash to start hoarding? It seemed entirely too slow and inefficient with only fourteen days on the clock.

That 100 dollars had been all his pocket change. No matter—he still had credit. He booked a hotel on his phone, called a cab, and checked in with his ID. The suite cost 150 dollars a night. The old him would've hesitated, but now? Money meant nothing. In the quiet of the room, he began testing the properties of his dimensional space. First discovery: due to the size of the spatial gate, an item could be stored only if its height and width didn't exceed five meters, though its length could be infinite. Weight didn't matter—he just had to touch it and focus.

From where I lay on my back, I raised myself onto my elbows and glanced around at the room. In the corner lay a thin, foam mattress draped in layers of blankets and by its side, a small lamp with a dull bulb hardly illuminated much at all, not that the dark indigo walls helped. Apart from the bed and the lamp, the room was bare. If Ethan had created this dimensional pocket, it was even more desperate and miserable than his apartment back in London. I wondered whether it was an emergency sanctuary because I couldn't actually imagine anyone residing here for long without it slowly eroding their mind.

She assessed it the way she assessed everything. With the full attention it deserved. She looked at the pocket placement. She looked at the hem differential. She looked at the lining. She looked at me. "The green lining," she said. "Yes," I said. "His color," she said. "Yes," I said. She looked at the construction. "The inside pocket is deep enough," she said. "But consider the access angle." She paused. "When he crouches and reaches for the inside pocket the angle changes." She paused. "You want the opening slightly wider at the top."

"Sophie is better. More people prefer it, and these are for days and nights." "For days and nights?" "More than that, we also have cushions!" "Hold on!" Dante stopped her immediately and directly took out his mobile phone and began to search on the internet.To find out more about the different brands of sanitary pads. Three minutes went by, his eyebrows were drawn together and he began to pick as if he knew it very well. Daily use was for daytime use, generally 240 mm, while night use was longer, generally 280 mm, and there were 324mm, 344 mm or longer.

I had never looked inside the portal, so I thought I could poke my head in to see what's inside. Inside the portal, the dimension was made out of dimensional walls and its interior is white in color. The dimension was a big 100*100* 100-meter cubic room, just like the description, the system had given, which of course the author didn't mention. It was split into three parts; one for the habitation of any kind of beasts to live; another for bath area for them, and another part for playing and food; which of course must be filled by me, so that the beasts will be provided it at the right time by the system.