Jurassic.
When it came to this, Bai Zhou could not simply turn a blind eye.
He stopped to watch. Someone was attempting a repair.
"Let me try."
The speaker was a fairly capable High-level Extraordinary. As Miss Witch watched the vigorous, surging Spirituality on him, a flicker of hope rose in her heart.
In the Mystic World, a High-level Extraordinary might not necessarily be a master of mysticism, but a master of mysticism would never be a low-level Extraordinary.
Yet before long, accompanied by a hum from the Magic Staff, the magic runes that person had inscribed upon it faded away on their own, and the staff glowed, sending ripples trembling through the air.
"Bzzzz—"
That person cried out in alarm and was forced several steps back by the dark-red ripples.
"What a vicious Magic Staff!"
That person shook his head solemnly.
"The usual restoration formulas are completely useless. These are Ancient Magic Runes I've never seen before!"
At that moment, a passerby aptly asked, "So how many kinds of magic runes have you seen in total?"
"Uh—"
That person was left speechless.
"As expected, another failure..."
A cloaked passerby sighed to the witch seated behind the stall.
"You've been coming here for a whole year now, haven't you? I even remember you, squatter."
"A whole year, and you still haven't managed to repair the magic runes on this Magic Staff... Feels like it'll be difficult from now on, too."
"Why not try selling it? I have—"
Before he could finish.
The cloaked witch raised her head at his words and cast a gaze from afar.
Her burning Spirituality flared for an instant.
In that instant, the speaker felt as though a Primordial Beast had fixed its eyes on him. An alarm from the depths of his cells rang without