Later, under Ibn's astonished—and even terrified—gaze, the Night Watcher actually handed him a weapon... a divine weapon just like Princess Yamalana's. For some reason, however, this one was silver.
"Desert Eagle. That's the name of this gun." The Night Watcher briefly explained, "It only has seven bullets, so use them sparingly."
Divine weapons had always been wielded by Princess Yamalana. They were the powerful means she used to defeat giant beasts... Yet Ibn had never dreamed that he would one day possess a divine weapon himself!
"Desert Eagle..." He held the silver handgun with both hands, which trembled slightly. The gun was clearly cold to the touch, yet it gave him the impression that it was scalding hot. In a quivering voice, he said, "I... I don't know how to use it?"
The Night Watcher glanced at Ibn indifferently and said casually, "When the time comes to use it, you'll naturally know how. Even if your mind has forgotten, your body's instincts remain."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing." The Night Watcher tilted his head and walked straight toward the door of the underground Stone Chamber. "Let's go. Opportunities to get rich don't come around all the time. If you aren't careful, they'll slip through your fingers... Poverty can drive people mad. I believe you can go mad too."
Ibn licked his lips. His eyes were filled with an endless pursuit of wealth... the most primitive desire.
Put simply: he wanted money more than he wanted to live!
And besides... he could leave this damned place and no longer face the threat of giant beasts!
"Wait. What's the outside world like?" Ibn hurried after him and asked expectantly, "Are there endless fresh fruits? Endless water and honey? Is there..."
"Everything you can imagine, and everything you can't imagine, is there." The