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The random hand lingered on the metal ring, failing to disintegrate.

revenge.

In the Ocean Era, the only person who can currently be associated with revenge for him is the Snake Man.

As for 'ambitious people'...

His gaze swept casually over the tall skeleton.

An ambitious individual capable of overthrowing a race typically needs to possess two qualities:

A thirst for power, and the ability to overthrow the existing order.

It seems like no one on his current team possesses both qualities.

perhaps......

Does this "internal" refer not to the internal group of this small group, but rather to the group of outsiders within the [Ocean Era]?

Then the answer is clear.

Players from other countries have arrived on this continent and chosen the Snake People's side, intending to take revenge on the Cave Dwellers and him.

If that's the case,

Then this sentence contains even more information—

Hydra believed that the pioneers from Earth were a "group"!

Their common goal is to awaken a certain being, or to prevent Nyarlathotep from awakening a certain being.

"break down."

Having figured this out, Renyi disassembled the metal ring without hesitation.

Getting the materials in hand first is what really matters.

You have obtained: Mithril*1, Resentment*10, Rune*3

Mithril needs no introduction; it's an old acquaintance.

You only get one of the three rings that are as thick as a bucket?

So stingy.

He skipped over the mithril and began examining the three [runes].

They floated in my palm, like three shifting and twisting symbols, emitting a faint golden light.

[Rune]

[Evaluation: Ancient script containing unknown power, which can be used for enchanting or constructing special formations. PS: The final interpretation rights belong to the world's will and are unrelated to this system.]

So what kind of civilization existed before this Ocean Era?

Is it Western fantasy?

He casually put away the [rune] and began to study the black mist called [resentment].

[Resentment]

[Review: A special energy, a byproduct of its effects; consequences of use... please bear them yourself. PS: Ironically, the gluttonous creature that created it actually dislikes it?]

This assessment is interesting; it seems to be one piece of a puzzle.

But unfortunately...

It's hard to see the whole picture until it's completely pieced together.

I poked the black mist with my finger, and it deformed. At the same time, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop significantly.

He carefully sensed it for a moment.

It's not that the temperature has actually dropped, it's just that I feel cold.

Ren Yi regretfully withdrew his "resentment," originally thinking he could use it as an air conditioner, but now it seems that just like drinking alcohol can't really warm you up, it can't actually help you cool down.

Anyway,

[Resentment] can be identified as a type of energy.

Since it's energy, it must have a place where it can be used!

"break down."

He placed his hand on the Goblin King's enormous skull.

You have obtained: 1500 weathered bone meal, 10 units of resentment.

He then looked around the empty cave filled with stark white bones.

Give more for the big ones, and don't waste the small ones either.

Like a robotic vacuum cleaner, it began to wander around the "Bone Garden."

[Decomposition successful! Obtained: 15 pieces of weathered bone meal, 0.01 points of resentment]

[Disassembly successful! Obtained: 1 broken tooth, 12 weathered bone powder, 0.02 units of resentment]

[Decomposition successful! ......]

......

Dala Bengba retreated in awe to the cave entrance and squatted down, so as not to interfere with his performance.

Perhaps the murals were painted too conservatively?

It stroked its chin and began to conceive a new work.

Either way,

The efficient cleaning lasted for about half an hour, leaving the cave empty and comfortable, even for someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He tallied up his harvest.

The mountain of bone meal could perhaps be used as fertilizer or for plastering?

[Resentment] Exactly 81 portions in total, plus those previously obtained from the Goblin King and the Metal Ring, totaling:

[Resentment*96]

Ren Yi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to point at the open space where Dala Bengba was staring blankly at the cave entrance, and then made a sleeping gesture.

Now that it's clean, we can expand our living space.

Dala Bengba paused for a moment, then slammed his fist into his palm and excitedly spun around a few times in the open space.

[Caveman Tribe Reputation +25]

Current Reputation: Honored (1050)

There were also unexpected gains.

I just don't know what other levels there are above the "Respect" level, or what their function is.

He seized the opportunity, drawing a question mark in the air, then pointed to the cave and made a gesture of looking around in search of what was happening.

Are there any other places like this, places with a "story"?

Dala Bengba pondered for a few seconds, then nodded vigorously in sudden realization, leading Renyi across the path they had come from, towards another downhill passage.

Before entering the passage, a hint of fear appeared in its eyes, and it crossed its arms in front of its chest, making a trembling and panting motion.

Does that mean it's cold there?

Or is there something you shouldn't mess with?

It seems the underground world is far more fascinating than he imagined.

Ren Yi enthusiastically led the way into the increasingly dark tunnel.

......

Deep in the swamp.

The territory of the Naga race.

This is a makeshift open-air workshop, with piles of unknown animal bones and faintly glowing blue stones everywhere.

Several fully armed snake-man guards stood like statues around the perimeter, their cold-blooded, vertical pupils occasionally scanning the two humans in the middle.

Sita was still wearing that tattered red robe, sitting cross-legged amidst a pile of materials.

【Puta Siddhartha】

[Sequence: Blacksmith (Lv2)]

Evolution Points: 21/1000

Current proficiency: 9150/5000

Ever since Morrison and his men captured them...

She was treated like a never-ending machine, constantly building things, modifying ships, and manufacturing weapons. The intense exploitation left her exhausted every day, but the benefit was that her sequence proficiency increased rapidly.

But actually,

This was nothing to her, who had been doing heavy labor since childhood.

In front of her lay a drawing made of animal hide.

Above is a strangely shaped combination of a spear at the front and a dagger at the end. She is intently piecing together bones and stones.

Not far from her,

Ethan lay sprawled on the pile of bones, a blade of grass he'd somehow acquired dangling from his mouth, his hands behind his head and his legs crossed leisurely.

"I said, how old are you? Aren't you tired of always having a long face?"

Sita was too lazy to pay attention to this chatterbox.

Having spent so much time together, she knew him quite well. He seemed calm and reliable, but in reality, he couldn't stay quiet for more than 10 minutes.

Even if you ignore him, he can talk to himself for a long time.

Sure enough, Ethan continued, to himself:

"Look at us now, we have food and lodging provided, and even people standing guard for us..."

"Relax, just think of it as a paid vacation."

Sita finally couldn't hold back any longer. She rolled her large eyes, shook her head, and said, "More like being paid to die!"

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Don't be so pessimistic,"

Ethan sat up, brushing the bone fragments off his body.

"How about we exchange secrets? I'll go first."

He moved closer to Sita, lowering his voice mysteriously.

"When I was a child, my family was very poor. I had to go up the mountain to chop firewood every day. That was my job every day."

"One day I really didn't want to work, so I secretly gave my brother a pound sterling and asked him to do it for me..."

A look of deep regret crossed his face.

"And then when my brother was chopping wood..."

"He fell off a cliff and that was it."

Ethan gave a bitter smile, his eyes dimming. The workshop fell silent, save for the occasional flicking of the snake-man's tongue in the distance.

He paused for a moment, then asked in a deliberately casual tone:

"How about that? Pretty explosive, right? Nobody knew about this until now. Your turn!"