Three days later.
The canary was bored out of her mind.
As a member of the Underground World's shadowy creatures, she had an instinctive thirst for unknown knowledge. More than once during this time, she had considered flying back under some pretext. Her intense curiosity had left her on tenterhooks, but her reason soon talked her out of such foolishness each time.
Reilo had achieved his goal in the Underground World, and she was now of negligible use to him. If she made a careless mistake, there was no guarantee he wouldn't turn on her.
After all, that bastard had openly admitted more than once how badly he wanted her body. He was just one step away from turning her into a specimen in his laboratory collection!
Just then,
a figure flew out of the High Tower, most of which was submerged in black magma and which had lain dormant for a long time. It was Reilo.
He glanced around, and the canary, Painted Skin, immediately flapped over to him.
"Is it over?"
"Mm."
Reilo nodded perfunctorily, then gave the canary a meaningful look. The shadowy creature shuddered instinctively.
Then Reilo smiled darkly and looked around the area again, allowing the canary, who felt as if she'd fallen into an ice pit, to finally breathe.
Reilo opened the Space Box in his hand and took out a metal sphere about a meter in diameter. It floated before him—a fission-grade Radiation Weapon.
The canary, Painted Skin, was startled!
"You—you, no, sir, what are you—"
"I've revealed a lot of information about human civilization. To be safe, I'd better bury it here forever. Since it can no longer be considered a living being, burying it here won't affect it much."
Uh...
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
A moment later,
a blinding flash and scorching