A Brain Required? Sorry, My Comprehension Was Hacked

The Bronze Box opened.

There was no treasure light.

No divine weapon.

Much less mountains of Origin Crystal Cores.

Inside the Bronze Box, which looked ordinary and even somewhat shabby, lay only a roll of Gray Animal Skin.

The animal skin was very old.

So old that its edges had been charred black, with one corner missing, as if it had been scorched by a flame that even Fifth Step Path Severing Realm experts would not dare look upon.

Yet it did not carry the slightest trace of decay.

It lay there.

Like a strip of dead skin dredged up from the end of time.

Or like a World Fetal Membrane personally torn away by a True God.

The moment it appeared, the entire Inverted Battlefield fell silent.

Not ordinary silence.

It was the kind of silence where every rule instinctively shut its mouth.

The falling Bone Rain stopped.

The surging Death Qi retreated.

The Path-Severing Ash left behind after the Bones Guard had collapsed seemed to have encountered an even more ancient source. It all prostrated itself in the void, no longer daring to drift.

Even the Chaos High-Pressure Cooker, which had just been loudly boiling Fifth Step bone fragments, gave a violent shudder.

The next second.

With a clang, the lid shut itself.

And it was sealed especially tightly.

Like a working pot that had just finished cursing someone out, only to discover its boss standing in the doorway.

Yang Yu glanced at it.

"Why are you chickening out?"

The pot gave a slight tremble.

It did not open its lid.

It even scooted back half an inch.

Yang Yu's mouth twitched.

"Pathetic."

The God of All Machines' Pink Mascot projection floated over. Static flickered across the surface of its round body.

It attempted to scan the roll