Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yu Sheng once again went to the enormous spaceship parked in the valley and entered the Holy Coffin room.
The pitch-black iron coffin remained unchanged, standing on the platform as before. The humming coming from inside seemed as though it would continue forever.
"All right, it's still the same—I'm here to see you again." Yu Sheng sighed as he sat on the platform beneath the Holy Coffin and casually knocked on the iron coffin behind him. "Are you planning to wake up or not?"
The Holy Coffin naturally gave no response. It merely continued to vibrate with a low hum.
Yu Sheng had never expected a response. He simply focused his mind on sensing the operating status of the various devices in the Holy Coffin room while muttering, "Just in case you didn't know, I've completely taken over this spaceship. It's currently parked on my territory. The Hermetic Society members who used to control it are either dead or escaped, and all the rest have been sent to private rooms at the Special Operations Bureau. A bunch of friendly psychologists will be there to chat with them about life, ideals, and such...
"The one called the 'Sage' escaped. Apparently, someone at that level is considered a mid-level leader in the Hermetic Society, with a fairly high status. But he won't be able to stay free forever, you know? I'm actually a pretty vengeful person...
"Last night, your phantom appeared on a wasteland. That place is also my territory. It's called the Shelter Wasteland, a place for wounded souls to rest.
"But getting back to the point... can you hear me?"
Yu Sheng turned his head and glanced at the pitch-black Holy Coffin.
The dark-red lights on the iron coffin's surface blinked slowly, seeming to