It didn't take long for Greg to find the trail of blood left behind by the orange baboon, but because he was in a new territory he wanted to be careful. So he slowly walked the way that was made from all those purple branches.

  And when he didn't find any immediate danger he started to test out his materialization powers. First he tried to make weapons like swords, daggers, and even a shield, and everything worked out fine.

  Then as if suddenly struck by lightning Greg got an idea. He stopped on a random tree, closed his eyes, and then tried to materialize a certain specific weapon from the modern world.

  "Damn!" He yelped when an emerald colored shotgun materialized in front of him.

  It was the same shotgun he used to carry whenever he and his father went on camping trips. Greg's father was big on duck hunting, and they even had a dog called Motchi that would go and fetch the shot down ducks from the fields.

  From time to time they would go for bigger animals like deer and such, but never managed to find one in the legalized hunting area.

  "Hahh..." Greg sighed, coming back to the present, and instead of a shotgun he imagined a smaller Glock his father used to carry as a secondary weapon.

  When the thing came to reality he tried to shoot at one of those flying Ordons to check how this would work, but was disappointed to find out that it didn't.

  The gun fired for sure. But as soon as the bullet made from his energies left the chambers and into the air, the green essence evaporated into nothingness like it was never there.

  Greg did a few more tests with bows, spears, axes, and any other throwables, but figured that whenever something he created left his grip or overall body it would disintegrate into air.

  Also whenever he tried to make something that was too big or too complex the process would outright fail or just leave him with a severe headache.

  "One can't have everything..." Greg tried to console himself, and as if that was the moment he saw the heavily injured baboon in the distance.

  The normal sized orange guy was breathing heavily, and its hands were pressed against its wounds in arms and chest to prevent any more blood loss.

  It looked like those sticky stingrays did a number on him, as its back was still leaking blood, and its attempts of laying against a tree trunk didn't seem enough to slow down the flow.

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  Greg thought this was a good opportunity, and he didn't see any other baboon in the area, and decided to take action.

  He once again materialized the sphere, but this time didn't throw it or it would just go away, but used the weapon and the branches to launch himself towards the enemy.

  The monkey heard him first, and by the time it turned around to see it was already too late.

  Greg had extended the length of the sphere to its limits, and it swiftly managed to reach the pale monkey and soon managed to pierce its furry skin just below the neck area.

  The force from the jump and thrust was enough to send the monkey crashing back into the trunk's surface where it was rendered useless.

  Unable to move around or attack or run it soon lost its life.

  And even when the orange thing with a troublesome power was dead Greg maintained a good distance.

  He was being extra careful because the monkey could conjure explosive apples, and who would know if it had another hidden card that allowed it to explode its body after death.

  But all that concern turned out to be false when nothing happened for a long time.

  Greg finally let go of his emerald sphere, and the thing disappeared in seconds.

  The baboon's body fell down on the mossy branch with a thump.

  Greg finally approached the creature and excavated out the end core floating in its brain area and later devoured it.

  His body again seemed to glow for a long time, and when it was done he quickly figured out what new power he gained.

  "So that's how it works..." Greg muttered, storing away a stick in a pocket dimension.

  Apparently he had unlocked a hidden storage space around the size of a dressing cupboard, which was not much but seemed extremely useful.

  After a few more experiments he understood he could store any non living thing inside, but when he tried to store a beetle-like creature crawling around the woods his storage space rejected it.

  "Wait..." Greg said, looking around.

  If he could find more such monkeys he should be able to grow his storage space like all of his other powers.

  So he scoured the whole swamp like area, traveling on top of trees, but never found any more of these monkeys.

  After a whole six hours of running over the place he started thinking either this orange baboon was one of one type creature or it never belonged to the cave.

  The monkey might have come from outside, and maybe it started living in this area after he found the environment suitable enough.

  It was also possible the monkey got trapped here and couldn't leave because of the scorpions plaguing the area behind.

  When no other creatures spawned in this swampy forest land Greg decided to return back to his group of goblins.

  There was no point in wasting any more time here.

  They now had wood which can be used for making houses, they also had a steady supply of fresh water, and lastly the natural spawning monsters of this cavern provided a great food source for the goblin underground city he was planning to build.

  And since Greg used to work in construction and had worked for a wide array of clients he was confident in helping the goblins make sizable wooden homes with techniques back from Earth.

  It was time to terraform this place into a living and breathing underground sanctuary.