If they wanted to accumulate contributions, they thought carefully about it. Other than mining, what else could they do? Just then, Old Liu suddenly said, "I remember now. I once heard the foreman mention that we can take on some missions."
"What kind of missions?" Lao Zhang asked curiously. As a newcomer, there was much he did not know.
"Missions are about investigating mysterious things." Old Liu thought back carefully.
"For example, we're mining right now."
"If I happen to dig up some rare mineral underground, it might trigger a mission."
"Like a mission to collect a certain kind of ore."
In truth, they did not know that this mining work was actually the Seed of Mystery directly extending into the ley lines of other worlds.
It opened a conceptual passageway and then sent them in to dig.
What they dug up appeared to be ore, but in reality, it was immaterial things from Another World—causality, mysteries, concepts, and so on.
They simply did not need to understand that much.
They did not even know what exactly they were digging.
They only knew to keep digging.
And as they dug, their spirit, sweat, and thoughts were kneaded together by the Seed of Mystery, becoming a tool to pry open the doors to other worlds.
As long as the hoe was swung well, no corner could not be dug out.
Life was all about digging, digging, digging.
This mineral vein had formed from the connections and threads established by the Seed of Mystery with other worlds.
That was something they knew even less about.
It was like a Brain in a Vat being unable to distinguish whether the world it inhabited was virtual or real.
They were, in fact, much like Brains in a Vat.
The two of them then began