Although the gibbon couldn't understand Logan's words, it instinctively felt the threat of death and recognized that its life was in Logan's hands. The mutated gibbon was clearly more intelligent than ordinary animals, and instead of struggling, it stopped its attack and remained still.
If Logan could see its eyes, he would notice the panic and fear in them.
Logan immediately tried to communicate with his space, attempting to pull the gibbon inside. However, it wasn't as smooth as when he had brought Max Knight into the space. As he tried to pull the gibbon in, he felt resistance.
Logan pressed harder with his military knife, sinking it deeper into the gibbon's flesh, and threatened in a low voice filled with killing intent:
"Don't resist!"
He knew he only had eight seconds before the effects of the gene lock wore off, and after that, his body would become weak. If he couldn't succeed in bringing the gibbon into the space, he would have to kill it immediately to prevent further danger.
Logan silently counted down in his mind:
5, 4, 3, 2...
At the last second, the gibbon vanished from the snow, leaving Logan standing on solid ground.
"Done!" he muttered, quickly sending his consciousness into the space to check.
Inside the space, the bewildered gibbon was looking around. Noticing that its neck was still bleeding, it grabbed a handful of dirt and pressed it against the wound.
Logan pulled his consciousness back to the real world, just as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. This time, he managed to stay on his feet, though his body felt weak. He pulled out his gun and kept his infrared night vision goggles on, scanning the surroundings carefully.
Despite the fatigue, Logan didn't dare relax. He was still outside in the dark, and there could be more source beasts lurking nearby.
"It would be great if Max Knight was here," he thought. The reason he hadn't brought Max Knight out in the space was that he wasn't sure about the potential risks of storing living creatures in there for long periods. Oxygen shortages, or other unknown dangers, were possibilities he couldn't ignore.
Initially, Logan had planned to catch a wild animal from the mountains to test the space's limits, but now that he had the gibbon, he could conduct that experiment right away. Once he confirmed that it was safe, he would always take Max Knight with him on his travels.
After a while, Logan regained some strength and began walking back to the safe house. Half an hour later, he finally arrived.
Hearing the door open, Max Knight quickly rushed over, sniffing Logan curiously. Logan patted the dog, ruffling its growing fur before heading to take a bath and change his blood-stained clothes.
Successfully taming a source beast was a major achievement, but whether this gibbon would become as obedient as Max Knight remained uncertain.
After dinner, Logan tried communicating with the gibbon inside the space. However, despite its intelligence, the gibbon couldn't understand human language. It panicked at the sudden sound of Logan's voice, running around frantically.
Logan thought for a moment, glanced at Max Knight, who was quietly watching a dog training video, and said:
"Max Knight, I have a task for you."
Max Knight turned his head in confusion, tilting it slightly:
"Woof?"
Ten minutes later, Logan sighed as he watched the scene inside his consciousness space. Max Knight was chasing the gibbon, barking wildly while the gibbon fled in terror.
What frustrated Logan most was Max Knight's expression. He had told the dog to approach the gibbon in a friendly manner, but Max Knight had somehow learned to "smile"—a terrifying expression for a dog.
With that grin on its face, Max Knight looked like a maniac, not exactly the friendly presence Logan had intended.
It seemed that communication between different species wasn't as easy as he'd thought. Logan had assumed that since both were source beasts, and with Max Knight being so intelligent, taming the gibbon would be a straightforward task. But clearly, he had underestimated the challenge.
Even though both were mammals, the communication was like speaking two completely different languages, including body language.
At this point, Logan realized he had never figured out what breed of dog Max Knight was. He summoned Max Knight out of the space. The dog came out, still excited, eager to try again.
Logan smiled wryly and said,
"It's still a little scared. We'll try again in a few days."
He observed Max Knight carefully. Now that its shaved fur had regrown a bit, he could finally make out its coat color. Max Knight had pointed ears, with gray-black fur on top, white fur from its neck to its belly, and white paws. Its nose was black, and there were white markings around its eyes, with a stripe of gray-black fur running between them.
Though Logan had never owned a dog, Max Knight's appearance seemed familiar.
"Could Max Knight be...?"
The dog tilted its head, staring at Logan with big, innocent eyes.
Logan quickly dismissed his thought.
"No, it couldn't be," he muttered. "Max Knight is too well-behaved, never destroys nothing at home, and is much larger than that breed."
Glancing at a movie still on his computer, Logan looked seriously at Max Knight and asked,
"Max Knight, are you... an Alaskan Malamute?"
Max Knight blinked and barked:
"Woof!"
Logan laughed in relief, though Max Knight replied, at all he had no idea what the term meant.
The next day, Logan noticed that the gibbon's wound had stopped bleeding. He placed some fruit inside the space for the gibbon and, each time he fed it, spoke softly to help it get used to his voice.
The gibbon was even smarter than Logan had expected. After its mutation, its intelligence had increased, and being a primate, it was already naturally intelligent. Gradually, it realized there was no way out and stopped panicking at Logan's sudden appearance.
Two days later, the gibbon had become calmer, even playing with Max Knight inside the space.
Logan rubbed his temples and pulled Max Knight out of the space, leaving the gibbon to rest. During these two days, Logan had confirmed that storing living creatures in the space for extended periods posed no issues.
Today, he planned to head to the eastern suburbs to collect gold.