Help! I’m in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant

He remembered Ignatius pulling clothes from it earlier as well.

"Um, how exactly does that waist pouch work?" he asked, unable to keep his curiosity in check.

Ignatius glanced at the pouch in his hand before placing it on the table in front of Shen Xinghui.

"This is a magic bag, a type of enchanted item. It's compact for easy carrying but has a storage capacity of about one ton. It nullifies the weight and size of its contents, and anything inside is preserved as if time isn't passing," Ignatius explained.

…That's incredible, Shen Xinghui thought.

So it could store a massive amount of items without them spoiling?

"You can't store living things in it, though. Be mindful of that," Ignatius added.

"Not that I'd even want to try," Shen Xinghui muttered, shaking his head.

Still, magical tools were astonishing.

This world was full of surprises—and conveniences.

"Most tools for daily life are magic-based," Ignatius continued. "Some people can't use magic at all, and even those who can might struggle with certain aspects due to incompatibilities with their magical attributes. That's why magical tools are so well-developed here."

"Like cooking equipment or baths?" Shen Xinghui asked.

"Exactly. Everyday essentials," Ignatius confirmed.

That was reassuring.

It seemed life here wouldn't be too hard to adapt to.

For now, though, Shen Xinghui focused on the meal before him.

Sitting across from Ignatius, he clasped his hands together and said, "Thanks for the food."

The food was delicious—surprisingly familiar in flavor.

Even the ingredients resembled those from his world.

"Sorry there's not much to offer; it's just the leftovers from my quest," Ignatius said.

"Not at all! It's delicious, and there's plenty," Shen Xinghui reassured him.

"Is that so? You don't eat much, do you, Xinghui?" Ignatius remarked, shoveling food into his mouth at an impressive pace.

His size and the fact that he was a different species probably accounted for his appetite.

"I'm already full with just the sandwich and some fruit. Please, have the rest of the meat," Shen Xinghui said, sliding the plate toward Ignatius.

"Are you sure?"

"I already tasted a bit, but if that's okay, it's yours."

Shen Xinghui ended up sampling everything on his plate before offering it, something he regretted in hindsight.

He should have given it to Ignatius before taking a bite.

However, Ignatius didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

With a cheerful "I'll gladly take it," he polished off the food in no time.

Shen Xinghui, meanwhile, was entirely full after just a sandwich, some fruit, and vegetables.

The portions here were enormous—it was no wonder he couldn't finish.

With the meal over, Shen Xinghui felt a sense of relief.

After the whirlwind of events that day, things were finally settling down.

"Magical tools, huh?" he mused aloud. "Who makes those, anyway?"

He was curious.

What powered them?

How were they constructed?

"Magical tools are primarily crafted by humans," Ignatius explained. "The humans excel at creating items that make life more convenient. They're a meticulous and detail-oriented race."