Fu Qian was more than eighty percent certain that the material of the Finger Bone before him came from that group of irritable little puppets.
Of course, that didn't mean Garcia's hired experts had been slacking off. At present, it truly had no extraordinary properties left.
Even compared to the puppet fragments from before, what it contained had been shattered on an entirely different level.
It was like a cleansing at the level of its very essence, as if it had been violently ground down into molecules, fried and boiled a hundred times, then melted back together and molded into a crude, wretched shape.
Aside from the fact that it had once possessed extraordinary effects, every form of power within it had vanished. It felt like nothing but thoroughly worthless dregs.
If this thing really were embedded in someone's body, it wouldn't be all that different from having a big gold tooth set in.
He had never seen anything like it before. So the question now was: was it really the key to Midas becoming reality?
Could it have some other special quality that his limited knowledge simply couldn't recognize yet?
"Why not try touching it?"
A suggestion came from behind him as he pondered. The voice sounded like that of a young man, and was quite gentle.
Stealing something from a heavily guarded casino vault was already a terrifying situation.
"Would that be all right?"
Fu Qian didn't even turn his head.
"Of course not."
The voice continued from behind him.
"But you won't be punished for trying."
This man had a rather unusual way of putting things.
Fu Qian listened intently, then actually took his advice and reached out.
His hand was blocked by the black base, but the white porcelain Finger Bone embedded in it seemed to