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At that thought, Chen Cheng felt a chill run through his body.

Song Dragon, who was following beside Chen Cheng, saw him tremble slightly. Remembering how Chen Cheng had fully unleashed that divine artifact earlier, he thought some aftereffect had flared up.

"Are you all right?"

Hearing Song Dragon's concern, Chen Cheng shook his head and said,

"I'm fine. I just thought of some bad possibilities, but we'll have to see first."

Seeing Chen Cheng acting so mysteriously, Song Dragon stopped worrying once he saw that nothing seemed wrong with him.

Led by Guste the Barbarian King, they passed through the forest of machines and arrived at its very center.

An old black-and-white television set from the last century sat there silently. In front of it were a genuine leather sofa and a coffee table.

A pot of tea, bubbling away with a gurgle, sat on the coffee table. To the left of it, a television remote lay quietly there, making it seem as though the owner had merely stepped away for a moment.

"This is the strange Magic Artifact that can display images."

The Barbarian King pointed at the old black-and-white television as he spoke to the group.

Seeing the arrangement here, Chen Cheng walked over, sat down on the leather sofa, picked up the remote from the coffee table, and pressed the power button.

Then he lifted the teapot and filled the cup before him to the brim with green tea.

Seeing Chen Cheng's smooth, effortless movements, without the slightest hint of awkwardness, the Barbarian King was startled.

Because aside from not being pitch-black all over, Chen Cheng truly looked just like the Little Black Man the Barbarian King had first encountered.

"Well? Were his movements the same as mine?"

Chen Cheng looked at the Barbarian King and