What Exactly Was Down There?

What Exactly Was Down There?

Carrying food, clothes, and Artificial Spirit Stones back to the ventilation shaft, Editor Le sat silently to one side. He felt that he had seen more today than he had in the first half of his life.

Homeless people collapsed by the roadside, Morality organizations putting on shows, shops discriminating against the homeless, and a committee that clearly had supplies but refused to distribute them, even using the opportunity to make a fortune.

There were enormous quantities of Artificial Spirit Stones. Even Iron Man could casually find some, which meant this price surge had been artificially created for one purpose only: to make a massive profit.

These things had always existed, but he had always ignored them.

Had they simply not been reported before?

As a newspaper editor-in-chief, Editor Le had read extensively.

Thinking back on the news reports he had read and covered, he realized that these things had always existed and always been reported on, yet he had simply never noticed them.

These were things he should have seen, but he never had. It was as if an invisible giant hand had covered his eyes, preventing him from seeing what lay beneath.

What could that thing be?

These questions had never occurred to him before, but ever since he had fallen into the underground world, he felt they had begun to take root.

"Jiang Wen—"

"What is it?" Jiang Wen asked, chewing on the end of his pen as he recorded their supplies.

"Why do you think we ended up like this?"

"Because of the Mysterious Cavern?"

"No. It makes sense logically, but it is too absurd. I only said one wrong sentence, so why did I end up like this?"

"How would I know? Hurry up and pack. We're moving down to