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The next few days were uneventful.

Ivan's axe was so sharp it could shave his beard, but the waiting guest never came, not even a tail.

The taut string finally relaxed during the long wait.

Those meticulously laid traps looked rather forlorn, as if they had become awkward decorations...

It's not really decoration.

They can catch at least one or two angry lizard monkeys in their nets from time to time.

"Are those snakes still coming...?"

Ivan, utterly bored, carried a huge log and did push-ups.

"Maybe they won't come."

Klaus was examining a rusted flintlock musket that was unrecognizable from its original state.

"How is that possible?"

Ivan scoffed.

"This isn't child's play. If I were their leader, I'd definitely wait until they couldn't wait any longer before launching a counterattack!"

"Yeah," Klaus put down his gun, rolled his eyes at Ivan, "Then what's your rush?"

"Old Ke, you..."

"Anything is possible." This interruption broke their daily argument.

Waiting doesn't mean you can just sit and wait idly.

This passive situation also made him feel a long-lost sense of unease.

He stood up and dusted himself off.

Instead of guessing here, we should actively seek out more resources and clues.

Although we can't go far, we can go deeper into the area!

Walk freely towards the entrance leading down below.

To confuse the enemy, they have built many simple houses on the ground in the past few days, but the cave dwellers still prefer to live underground, as Dala Bengba said (gesturing) that they feel safer there.

The cave below had expanded considerably since their first visit.

The walls were smoothed with clay, just like the way Klaus built his house, and crooked murals were painted on them.

On the painting—

A stick figure with disproportionate wings descended from the sky, wielding a sharp weapon painted with red paint.

Beneath his feet was a group of serpentine stick figures fleeing in panic.

The lines are extremely bold, yet they precisely capture the essence of freehand brushwork...

Abstract yet documentary-like;

The documentary style is also absurd.

"..."

The artistry is quite rich.

The audience on Earth was laughing hysterically.

[Is this... a drawing of our Brother Renyi? Pass it around, the big boss has grown wings!]

[...Spread this word, the big boss isn't human!]

[Wait for me up ahead! Pass this on: the boss is a god descended from heaven, capable of crushing 100,000 snake demons with a single stomp!]

[Now I know where mythology comes from... but I love it!]

"Huhu—bouncing babaha!"

Seeing Renyi looking at the murals, Dala Bengba came over, patted his chest proudly, as if asking for credit.

I felt my face getting a little hot.

But then I thought, who knows him in this strange world?

Image and all that... are all irrelevant!

Renyi cleared his throat, decisively ignoring Dala Bengba's pleading eyes, and pointed to the path it had taken him to "sand fishing" last time, gesturing as he asked:

Did you dig all these holes?

"Ha ha ha—hey ha!"

Not entirely!

Most of these underground caves were originally there, and their depths are unfathomable. Some places have never even been explored by the cave dwellers themselves.

So, was there once an underground civilization here?

Or were they left behind by ancient humans?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he casually retrieved the [Unidentified Sailor's Log] and the [Pendant Containing Longing] from the system inventory, handing them to Dala Bengba.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

Dala Bengba blinked its little eyes. First, it cautiously flipped through the nautical logbook, shook its head, and then picked up the pendant and shook it.

The delicate and intricate chain seemed to awaken its memory.

It returned the chain to Renyi and made a wrapping motion around its own neck with both hands.

"You mean, you've seen a similar chain before?"

Dala Bengba excitedly tugged at Renyi, urging him to catch up with "Hey ha! Hey ha!"

He casually put away the diary and pendant, and followed it into the depths of the underground cave.

The lingering smoke in the air gradually faded, and the passageway began to narrow, become rugged, and... ancient.

It seems that even the rock strata have changed.

In some places, you have to bend over to get through, and the rock face is covered with honeycomb-like holes eroded by time.

After walking for about ten more minutes,

They actually arrived at a spacious and dry cave!

The cave's dome was ridiculously high.

Glowing moss and mushrooms grow in the crevices of the rocks, illuminating the dust suspended in the air.

What made everyone in the live stream hold their breath was what covered the entire cave floor—

bone.

They were piled together, in various shapes and sizes.

There are humanoid, animaloid, and some grotesque structures that defy common sense.

This place feels like a forgotten battlefield...

It also resembles a dumping ground for corpses.

Dala Bengba seemed somewhat afraid of this place as well, staying close to Renyi without making a sound.

His casual gaze swept over the upper level of the wreckage.

"Femur... humerus... this is a rib, but the size is wrong, it's too small..."

he murmured.

The owners of these bones were mostly humanoid beings, but they were very short, only reaching about their waists.

Their skull structure is also peculiar, with a protruding snout and huge eye sockets.

He bent down and picked out a relatively intact one.

[Decomposable target detected: Weathered goblin skull (small boss)]

[Comment: A typical cannon fodder skull, a short and meaningless life. PS: Don't underestimate cannon fodder; they might ignite the flames of revenge.]

[Disassembling yields: 3 broken teeth, 15 weathered bone powder, and 0.01 units of resentment]

[Confirm decomposition?]

Do goblins really exist?

But resentment...

It doesn't sound like good material.

Instead of disintegrating, Renyi continued deeper into the cave, finally stopping in front of a huge shadow against the wall.

It was a skeleton sitting upright.

It's too big.

Even when sitting, he is two heads taller than anyone else.

Its structure is exactly the same as those goblins, only its size is magnified more than ten times.

Exaggerated black metal rings were fitted around his neck and ankles, with strange silver patterns engraved on the rings, which were connected to long chains.

Dala Bengba pointed at the chains on the giant skeleton and excitedly shouted, "Hey ha! Hey ha!"

Any signal received belatedly:

Chains, like pendant chains.

He looked at the chain, thicker than his own leg, and then thought about the slender platinum chain...

How is it similar?

Alexander and Pearl are going to cry their eyes out, okay?

He ignored Dala Bengba and went straight to the metal ring.

Something that hasn't shown any signs of age after all this time is definitely not an ordinary object; it might even yield some valuable insights.

[Decomposable target detected: The Forgotten King's Shackles]

[Comment: It was once a symbol of royal power, but later became a mark of shame... Therefore, it didn't just imprison the body, but the golden age of a race. PS: A cautionary tale against revenge, effectively preventing ambitious individuals from emerging within the team.]

Disassembling yields: Mithril*1, Resentment*10, Rune*3

[Confirm decomposition?]

His hand, which had been moving freely, paused.

The system's evaluation was as infuriating as ever, but this was the second time it had mentioned revenge.

Hydra...is this a reminder to him?