Shali bit her lip, put the memory card away too, and began taking stock of everything in the hidden chamber.
Two Leviathan Nests. That meant she could continue to evolve at super-speed, and the armies she could carry and control could reach a whole new level. She could even start making more powerful swarm warships.
Some high-purity null elements—enough for her to make several more Mimic King Insects, or perhaps other specialized war bugs.
Three psionic treasures, all of considerable quality and with excellent utility. An ordinary psionic could become a major player with gear like this.
But for some reason, Shali couldn't help feeling that these couldn't be the most powerful treasures her father had left her.
At the thought, she felt not only hollow inside, but also bitter and miserable—and chilled to the bone. For a moment, she even felt like crying.
Still, if she actually cried in front of a silly little bear girl, the Overmind would rather die. So she took a couple of deep breaths, expanding her lungs a little. Strictly speaking, she no longer had lungs, but the gesture still succeeded in calming her down.
Only then did she notice an utterly ordinary-looking document envelope. To be honest, though, an envelope showing up in an underground tomb was bound to seem at least a little sinister, no matter how ordinary it looked.
Inside was some exquisitely made high-carbon paper, specially manufactured for important documents. It was extremely durable, abrasion-resistant, and heat-resistant. The saying went, "Ink lasts eight hundred years; paper lasts a thousand," and with this paper, that was quite literal, not a metaphor. Even in this "technologically advanced" age of the great universe, government departments, academic institutions, and businesses all used high-carbon paper to make backup copies of important documents.
Shali had thought