Chapter 1851: Seedbed of Artifact Species (1)
How perfectly timed was this?
I'd just been regretting that I hadn't had the chance to set foot in that deep-sea-like darkness.
And now, with a mission, I'd been sent straight to an underwater prison?
The mission description hadn't said much, and hadn't even explained who I was.
But given the Warehouse's usual style, the mere mention of a prison meant there was little chance I'd be peacefully watching the sea from shore. And, sure enough—
As I grumbled inwardly, my five senses quickly returned.
When I looked up, there was nothing but darkness. I couldn't see more than nine millimeters ahead.
That's right. One important reason my vision was so limited was that, with hardly any light to begin with, there was also an additional obstacle.
Fu Qian was absolutely certain that his head was firmly enclosed in a thick, rounded metal object.
At first glance, it looked a little like an unusually shaped helmet.
Especially since he could clearly feel that his chest and back were also locked into equally heavy "armor."
The problem was that the helmet had no openings at all to look through, and it even seemed to isolate his senses.
The effect might not be so obvious on him, but anyone without a sensory specialty could easily walk into a wall wearing this—even an Intermediate Tier expert.
On top of that, he could feel thornlike spikes around his neck.
They were exceptionally sharp and clearly no ordinary spikes. The slightest slip would drive them into his flesh.
Whether in its function or the way it was fastened, this thing was far too self-destructive.
Considering the mission description, the only plausible explanation was that this was special treatment for prisoners.
No wonder Lan En and the others had