"How are things today?" Lin Qiye asked as he walked into Chen Han's office.
Chen Han shook his head bitterly. "No progress. We've practically turned Shangjing City upside down, but we still haven't detected any aura connected to Lovecraftian Mythology... Do you think our judgment might have been wrong?"
Lin Qiye looked at the map of Shangjing City on the wall, his expression growing increasingly grave.
Nothing... Why was there nothing?
"Maybe we chose the wrong direction," Lin Qiye said thoughtfully. "All our deductions so far have been based on the premise that what the Mi Go are looking for comes from Lovecraftian Mythology... If what they're after actually has nothing to do with Lovecraftian Mythology, then it would make sense."
"Something unrelated to Lovecraftian Mythology? Then why would they care so much?"
"I don't know... But that's the only way to explain why I can't sense even the slightest trace of Lovecraftian Mythology, and why we've gotten nowhere despite searching the entire city."
"If that's the case, then this really is troublesome."
Chen Han rose to his feet and stared at the map of Shangjing City. "Shangjing City covers more than ten thousand square kilometers and has a population of over twenty million... Without a specific target, how long are we supposed to keep searching with nothing but a designated area?"
Lin Qiye stared at the map for a long time before letting out a helpless sigh.
"Then all we can do is take a gamble."
"Mortal Divine Domain?"
"Since every lead has gone cold, we can only rely on a 'miracle.'" Lin Qiye casually picked up a ballpoint pen refill from the desk and held it between his fingers as a pale golden domain swiftly unfolded.
Chen Han consciously retreated several steps, leaving Lin Qiye enough room. Lin