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"What exactly are you talking about?"

Bolqi, Timon, Chiron, and the others who arrived later all looked utterly bewildered.

"You didn't dream?"

Jupiter stood up and, after catching his breath for a long while, finally asked.

"No!"

The few of them exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"Looks like I was the only one who dreamed of 'that'..." Jupiter sighed. "Is it because I'm a Level Four Hyperstring warrior?"

"Awo... I don't understand any of this!"

Tavia growled.

"It's nothing. Sorry... for making you worry!"

Jupiter looked around and smiled faintly. "But... don't worry, I'm fine... By tomorrow, everything will be revealed..."

The next morning, inside the insectoid ruins.

"The sea clans and beastmen have searched this place who knows how many times. They didn't find anything even remotely valuable, awo..."

As the group walked through the ruins, Tavia said directly.

Jupiter led the way, but his expression was somewhat dazed.

The broken walls and shattered ruins here seemed to continuously overlap with the scenes from his dream.

That definitely wasn't a dream. It was a resonance—a resonance of the mind!

Following the guidance in his heart, he came before an enormous stone wall.

After pushing aside the vines, an extremely weathered carving emerged. It seemed to be a strange symbol made up of numerous irregular scratches, each one thin and long.

For some reason, every Hyperstring warrior present felt as though they had gained some insight upon seeing it, but that was all.

"The marks here... seem to contain a special quality..."

Timon stroked the carving, wanting to say something but unable to put it into words.

"Awo... many insectoid ruins give Hyperstring warriors this feeling. Many sages suspect that Hyperstring warriors originated from the insectoids... There are also many warriors who live in ruins year after year,