"...May I ask something? Those things I ate before didn't have much intelligence, right?" Chen Luo asked with a conflicted expression.
"Intelligence? Oh, what are you worried about? Do I look that vicious to you? Generally speaking, things that emerge from Space-Time Turbulence come in two varieties: objects and living creatures."
"The former all got tossed into the basement. There's nothing special about them, though—just some bottles and jars."
"I went to look at them. Why couldn't I tell what was special about them?" Chen Luo asked curiously.
"Because there was nothing special about them to begin with. Did you think divine weapons would fall from the sky? What sweet dreams are you having every day? Still, that big glass vat is pretty useful for pickling vegetables."
"True." Chen Luo sighed.
Chen Luo remembered that glass jar used for pickling vegetables, because he had used it to pickle the little fox before.
And honestly, it had worked quite well.
Although it was a little disappointing that there were no special items, thinking about all his random props, Chen Luo felt that he probably had no use for other items anyway.
"And if living creatures jump out of the Space-Time Turbulence, there are two other options. If they're intelligent, we'll use the World Consciousness to look for someone familiar with them and send them back. If they aren't intelligent, then they make perfect supplements."
"Since creatures that emerge from Space-Time Turbulence are usually severely injured and down to their last drop of health, even someone as helpless as me can easily finish them off."
"That... does make sense." Of the three creatures Chen Luo had encountered after they fell from the sky, only Ismar, who had taken the back door, had not been seriously injured.
"So, what did you do with