That night, everyone rested. Early the next morning, just as Lu Yang was preparing to lead the elite troops back to Feng City to continue relocating humanity, Zhang Zibo arrived at the foot of Sun Moon Mountain with a team returning from the East Sea.
"Boss, we finally made it. I led the team here overnight. This is the scroll Grant asked me to give you." Zhang Zibo handed the black scroll in his hand to Lu Yang.
"Beep beep beep."
Lu Yang's communicator rang at the same time. It was Grant calling. After taking the scroll, he pressed the answer button and asked, "What is this?"
Grant laughed heartily on the video call. "Worship me, Boss. It only took me three days to figure out how to use Space-Time Zerg corpses. The scroll in your hand was made from a Space-Time Zerg corpse. It may look like just one scroll, but it contains 500 scrolls inside.
"The scroll contains an infinitely large space. Of course, the space inside isn't very stable. Anything placed inside might immediately be destroyed by suddenly appearing spatial rifts. Still, it can be used to store unimportant things."
Lu Yang smiled helplessly and asked, "Then what can this thing store?"
Grant's eyes were already bloodshot as he roared, "How should I know? Creating this thing in three days was already my limit. Figure out what it's for yourself. Stop bothering me—I need to keep researching."
The call was disconnected.
Lu Yang was speechless. In the entire Iron Blood Brotherhood, Grant was the only one who dared hang up on him like that. Yet there was nothing he could do. Grant had already gone mad, completely turning into a scroll-researching lunatic obsessed with another world's civilization.
"Let's go together." Lu Yang tossed the scroll into the