I ran into the house excitedly to check the ges inside, and they did not disappoint. It used to be square, but now it was an elongated regle that extended from the front. The first floor was still twice as high as the others. My living room had tripled in size, and the kit had doubled. The mezzanine, which used to be only above the kit, now surrouhree sides of the lower floor. The side with the gss windows was the only ohout a mezzahe supp stone n that used to be o the wall was now twice as big and in the middle of the floor, with the kit bar extending from it. My appliances looked the same size, but more kit ets and drawers were now around them. My spell room had quadrupled, with runes and crystals on the walls. I figured out where the new crystals we fed the house had gone.

  When we went up to the mezzanine, I saw that not only did it now surround most of the lower floor, but it was also more expansive, and the ceiling was higher, so Al wouldn’t have to stoop. Shelves filled all the walls from floor to ceiling. It seemed I now had enough shelves for all the books I got from Lis, plus some of my colle of fi books.

  Rue walked over to his beanbag and poked it with his paw. The bean bag doubled in size right before my eyes.

  I jumped in surprise and said, “Whah...?” My mouth remained open, and I didn’t even finish the sentence.

  Mahya ughed and said, “He’s your familiar.”

  “He trol the house?”

  “Yes, to aent. Not like you.”

  I scratched Rue’s ear and said, “If you want to ge the house, ask me first, okay?”

  “Rue promises.”

  “Good boy.”

  The ges tinued on the sed floor. My bedroom had doubled in size, feeling spacious and luxurious. The other two rooms, which were previously medium-sized, were now much more extensive, providing ample space fuests and additional ste. There was also a new bedroom with a private shower and toilet.

  The third floor had also undergone a dramatic transformation. Previously, it was a low room, with shelves crammed into the lower parts because of the snted roof. With the roof fttehe room was much rger and more funal. The shelves reached up to the ceiling, maximizing the use of vertical space. Additionally, the house added two new bedrooms, each equipped with a shorivate toilets, plete with all the necessary crystals for fort and venience.

  Inspired by these ges, I had an idea. I instructed the house to elimihe two additional bedrooms ohird floor and transform the entire floor into a library. As I gave the and, I watched in awe as the walls shimmered and then slowly got sucked into the floor, like sand through an hss. The solid barriers that once defihe bedrooms were drawn downwards, their outlines blurred before they vanished pletely, leaving an open, expansive space behind.

  The room began to stretd reshape, the floors and ceiling expanding seamlessly to aodate the new yout. With a fluid grace that seemed almost aware, the house respoo my instrus, creating a transformation that was a sight to behold. Shelves sprouted from the walls like tree branches, growing upward until they reached the ceiling, creating a vast, anized expanse of ste for my books.

  I’ve done amazing things with my magic, but seeing this transformation drove home how magic could defy the ws of physics. The onpartmentalized area was now a single, cohesive library, bathed in the soft glow of ambient light that filtered through the newly formed windows. It was like the house was a liviy, reshaping its boo suit my needs.

  The new library en space with shelves lining the walls. However, it felt dark, so I instructed the house to add windows. Some shelves disappeared into the walls, repced by rge, beautiful windows that let in natural light. The rohtened up instantly, creating a more inviting atmosphere. I then directed the house to build bookshelves in rows throughout the entire floor, leaving a designated area for reading.

  The house mao build shelves in only twenty pert of the space I had allocated before I felt an intense hunger ing from it.

  “The house needs more trees,” I said to Mahya.

  “We cut more from the valley. There’s enough here,” she replied.

  Before we went to chop down trees from the valley—which I admit I didn’t feel like doing—I looked in my ste to see if there were any materials I could feed the house to avoid this task.

  I had some shelving units I bought the first time I shopped oh. Some were sittiy and unused, so I fed them to the house. Additionally, I had all the wood pallets I had “liberated” from the warehouse in Las Vegas. They went into the house as well. I also had rge metal shelves that once held goods in that warehouse. They were too big to feed the house with as-is, so we went outside, took them out, and dismahem one by one. Every time we finished breaking one down into parts, one of us would go io feed the house.

  After we fed the house the st shelving unit, we headed upstairs. It was time to see the magic happen. As we reached the third floor, I looked around the spacious area that was now my new library.

  “Alright, let’s see what the house do with these,” I said, feeliement and curiosity. I ordered the house to build more shelves using the materials we provided. “House, use these materials to create beautiful shelves around the library.”

  Instantly, the house respohe old shelves shimmered, and then, just like before, they started getting sucked into the floor. I was mesmerized by the process, the solid wood disappearing smoothly into the surface.

  Slowly, new shelves emerged. They rose from the floor aended from the walls, growing and expanding as if alive. The wood gleamed with a rich, dark finish, showg intricate grain patterns that added a touch of elegahe metal shelves had a sleek, polished look, with ornate brackets and supports that gave them an almal appearance.

  The shelves didn’t just appear randomly; they were arranged with a perfect bance of form and fun. Some ses had small, intricate carvings of vines and leaves running along the edges, giving them a touch of artistry. Others had smooth, lihat added a modern feel, blending seamlessly with the room’s overall aesthetic.

  The perfect spag of each shelf created a harmonious flow that made the library feel expansive and cozy. With their warm, inviting look, the wooden shelves provided a trasting element of sophistication when paired with the etal. The bination of materials created a beautiful synergy, making the room feel like a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

  As the st shelf settled into pce, I couldn’t help but smile. The library was plete, with shelves c every wall and rows of floor-to-ceiling shelves filling the room with a sense of purpose ay.

  Mahya looked around, her eyes wide with admiration. “This is incredible,” she said, running her fingers along one of the carved wooden shelves. “It’s like the house knows exactly what we need.”

  I nodded, feeling a deep sense of satisfa. “It does. And it’s more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

  We stood there for a moment, taking iransformation. The library was no longer just a space with shelves; it was a sanctuary for knowledge and creativity, where magid craftsmanship came together to create something exceptional.

  “Let’s pce the rest of the books here,” I said eagerly, wanting to see the shelves filled with the treasures they were meant to hold. With a renewed sense of purpose, we began taking out the books and arranging them on the shelves, knowing that each would find a perfee in this beautiful new library.

  It took us three days te all the books on the shelves. Now, the mezzanine held all the books from Lis, while the library housed all the fi books abooks. We alsanized a separate se for all the blueprints from Lis and another se for a rge stock of A4 paper packs and part in case someone hem.

  After we fihe entire project, we stood bad admired the library. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

  The house feeding projee thinking, so I asked Mahya, “We have loads of stoleronics I ‘picked up’ in Vegas. If we feed the house with them, do you think it could do anything with them?”

  She seemed lost in thought for a minute or two before saying, “We try. We have enough stock, so we afford to experiment.”

  We reviewed the list, and she took a few items or a crate of everything for her projects. Then, we fed the rest to the house.

  We fed it with unication radios, tactical fshlights, ser sights, ptops, encrypted hard drives, burner phones, surveilnce equipment, drones ae-trol devices, hag tools and software, GPS trag devices, TVs, game soles, disco balls, party lights, smartphones, software, tablets, power tools, video games, digital camera equipment, household appliances, puter pos, automotive diagnostic equipmeronic accessories, industrial robots, audio equipment, home security systems, satellite phones, and holographic projector devices. There was a lot of each.

  Mahya and I sat on the floor, feeding the house item by item. Each piece disappeared into the floor with a shimmer, a fasating process at first but quickly grew tedious.

  On the sed day of the feeding process, I said, “We o find a faster way to do this.”

  “Why? Are you in a hurry somewhere?” Mahya asked, tilting her head with a slight smile.

  “No, but it’s b,” I admitted, sighing.

  “Maybe we feed a few items at a time,” she suggested.

  “When I ged the upstairs, the house sucked in the walls. Maybe we could put the items on the floor and tell it to suck them in? Otherwise, finishing everything will take us at least a week.”

  “We try.”

  We went up to the sed floor, to the y bedroom, and piled some items on the floor. I gave the house the and to absorb them. They shimmered and were sucked into the floor. Mahya and I looked at each other and high-fived, grinning with satisfa. What would have taken us a week now only took two hours—pure joy.

  After we finished, I instructed the house to use all these items to create something with them. We waited a few minutes, but nothing happened.

  “What are you waiting for?” Mahya asked.

  “I’m not sure. I told the house to do something, but nothing’s happening,” I scratched my head.

  “Try again,” she suggested.

  I tried again, and still nothing happened. We looked at each other and shrugged. I had no idea what to do . I also wondered if the house could returems if we asked.

  “Maybe we o teach it what to do with them?” Mahya suggested thoughtfully.

  “How?” I asked, intrigued.

  “It absorb engineering books,” she proposed.

  “I don’t want to lose the books,” I said, frowning.

  “We copy them and give the copies to the house,” she suggested.

  “That’s worth trying.”

  We went up to the third flrabbed bundles of A4 paper, and started copying engineering books. It took us four days to finish copying everything. Then, we pced all the copies on the floor in the library’s reading area and instructed the house to absorb them. After they were absorbed, I instructed the house to do something with all the materials we had fed it. Still, nothing happened.

  “Still nothing,” I said to Mahya, frustrated.

  “Hmm. Maybe it doesn’t uarical engineering. Maybe we should teach it magid give it an idea of how to work with Magitech?” she suggested.

  This time, we copied the blueprints from Lis, fed them to the house, and then did the same with all the rune and magic script books. Once again, I instructed the house to use all the materials we had fed it and create something with the knowledge it received.

  Finally, something started to happen. I felt a shift, a sense of energy c through the house. But nothing was happening in the library that I could see.

  “Something is happening, but not here. Let’s go downstairs,” I said to Mahya.

  When we went down to the living room, we stopped and looked in amazement. The living room had transformed. In the ter stood a huge TV, ected to which were game soles of every possible model. On one of the shelves histicated stereo system. All these items were encrusted with runes and magic script, glowing softly with embedded mana crystals.

  “This is incredible,” Mahya said, running her fingers along the runes oV.

  I nodded, feeling a deep sense of satisfa. “It really is. We’ve mao create somethiraordinary.”

  We stood there for a moment, taking iransformation. The living room was now a blend of advaeology and magical craftsmanship, a testament to what could be achieved when magid modernity merged seamlessly.