The Legend of the World-Destroying Dragon

Although the Hanging Gardens used official channels to send letters, that did not mean official channels were necessarily all that prestigious.

For those countries, official channels received mountains of letters every day.

For example, appeals from environmental protection associations, condemnations from animal protection groups, missionary messages from all sorts of bizarre cults, and the ravings of people with too many leaves in their heads...

Some people would even write to their local community to accuse them of planting trees when their own cat had climbed one and refused to come down. If the community did not respond, it was hardly unusual for them to keep sending the letter upward until it reached this level.

So, seeing the unprofessional wording of this letter and the sender's lofty-sounding name, the Human Alliance, anyone could tell at a glance that it was some insignificant civilian organization.

Thus, the letter was tossed straight into the trash without even passing through a shredder.

Naturally, the Human Alliance never imagined that, after all these years, its existence had long since been forgotten. Adam was even less likely to think of that. At the moment, they were gathered around a stove eating hotpot.

"It's been so many years since I last had this... I really miss it."

Looking at the familiar nine-compartment hotpot, Bernard let out a wistful sigh.

Adam had originally prepared a different nine-compartment hotpot, one with specialties from other worlds. But compared to exotic flavors, the four of them had been looking forward more to the hotpot they used to eat.

Adam naturally went along with their wishes. In any case, he was no longer in such a hurry. They could reminisce about all the dishes they had once made, then enjoy another round of otherworldly flavors afterward.

The reason he had been unable